ON YOUR ARRIVAL By Nathaniel Okeke

on your arrival

Begin by greeting us
With a kiss so holy
Do not wet our lips or anywhere else
God hates sinners and you know it

Hold our hips – not the behind
If you extend your hands
You shall see another country
Where gentle men have many castles

I do not plan to take you there
You may not return
When the world will need you
I didn’t say I am a murderer

When you walk in – take a seat
Observe the elders
As they present both muse and dues
Just do not ask them why and how

Proceed from there – and dance it well
Both jazz and blues are not far from there
Whatever you see shall be our secret
Till God will say ‘he is my son’

Nathaniel Okeke

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