Very cool

I dreamt last night

Not of the always imminent grenade threat
Nor of the seemingly disappearing Nairobi heat
Not of the never ending party scenes
Nor of the muffled December screams
But of something much more neat
Something cool
Something provoking
I dreamt of an old man and his never-ending rant
Something very cool

In my dream there were no sounds
No words
No syllables
Just looks and nods
And occasional winks
That all ended in questions

Questions without answers 

Answers that were in front of me 

Answers I could not find 

Something very cool 

So his eyes asked if I pray 

My eyes responded that I do 

His lips demanded to know how and why 

My hands made the cross sign to show 

That indeed I do pray 

My heart pounded to a certain beat 

Then murmured: 

To the father, the son and the holy spirit 

His ears laughed 

Something very cool 

His forehead coughed 

His nose twitched Then demanded: 

Whose father? 

Ours. 

Whose son? 

His. 

And the spirit? 

Theirs. 

Is this how you were taught to pray? 

Each night and every day. 

Son of my son 

Do you know your God? 

Yes 

Does he know you? 

Yes 

Do you now where he is? 

Up in heaven. 

Wrong. 

He is you. 

He is me. 

He is everywhere. 

Something totally cool.