With a scream and spittle
The pastor stands in the trotro and condemns women
For sitting in church with hands clasped fervently
As if they didn’t bleed out a baby two weeks ago
When the passengers utter a feeble amen to his halleluiah
He tells them they can do better
than to offer God sick Amens.
I smile at him in pity.
He’s missed countless opportunities to meet God,
because he’s been too busy condemning her
in exchange for currency notes