By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Staggering onward to an
assumed route in other to
arrive home makes the drunk
feel special.

He asks the wind and land
the way forward.
Urinates at every given point
of liquor's command.

"Someone show me the way
home."
As he whistles and sings
incorrigibly.

"Oh!
This must be home.
Where is this foolish woman
who calls me a drunkard?"
Hic*
"I am home to make you happy."

"Foolish woman.
Do you know that I brought
you from your father's house
to bear my name?
Nonsense!"

"Although I pay my rent at the
bar doesn't make me a drunk...
I will send you packing and
marry a pulchritude that will
take care of me."

"Go! Go and bring my food.
That is the only thing you...
Oh I remember."

Teeters towards the door.
"Where is the crayfish
that tastes so good in my soup?
The bitter leaf that tastes so
sweet at the end of the day.
My Akpino.
The ugly beauty.
I am so pressed."