THE PLAY
Today is the yam festivals day Drinking and merrying have its way The god of harvest has blessed the barns There is no paint used but clay Build more houses and marry more wives That seems like a good plan Here comes the maidens running Their captors laughing and smiling Hear the voices of widows wailing Behold, mighty warriors has fallen Orphans wandering around and crying Cut! Shouted the director Let us give a reason for their position Put more emotion in those bodies Let me see pure energy flowing Let the play look its worth Let us it another shot, ACTION!