Native Fly: Palmwine Play Poem by Vincent Onyeche

It was some time ago no pea-cocking or ego
Innocent and untouched like virgin forest
Then grasses covered bottles attuned for palm wine
Flies also sipped, it was creamy and white as milk
From daddy’s cup the little kids drank
Inspiring, their play was full of fun
Pretending to be drunk; if not already
Staggering, damping the eyes
Rolling out the eyeballs,
Stooping and soliloquizing
Playing with sands, throwing pillows and falling
Along the long narrow corridor
Running for more, to daddy’s refilling cup
To drink the universe large and play all night long.