We like to drink,
We love to drink,
We live to drink,
We like drinking,
We enjoy drinking,
We worship drinking,
We drink for the gods
We drink to quest their needs,
We drink to hear their good words
We drink for our ancestors
We drink to connect with their sailors
We are drunk to see their trailers
We do not respond to our names in it
We respond to the gods’ names in it
We fill our ancestors’ hunger in it
We don’t intend a bad name for another,
We replaced worries with candor.
We take out enjoyment for demeanor.
We know it’s our identity;
We bought it with our sanctity.
We carry it on our heads like impossibility.
We know it’s a headcover
We never intend to handover
We know you will comeover
We are sorry you bear our act
We know you hated this fact.
We are thankful for taking pride in our pact.
We know how you felt.
We understand your burst
We apologize for our heist
Al Latif Kambo-Naa
This poem was written as a sequel to Sugar Kpiebaya’s The Drunkard’s Daughter
“Its Father’s day, people are celebrating their Father’s, what do you have to say about your father today? Here is what I have to say…”