Bonny Island

Bonny Island You, who are drunk on the palm wine of the mighty Atlantic’s eternal fatuity laugh and make vain in perpetuity her attempts to blot you out of sight Daily taunt the thundering waves whose fury rises several storeys high but succumb with a crash at your feet returning fully spent and shamefaced! Whose palms grow into the heavens and bow to the earth like rainbows or, trebuchets of the most bizarre kind when heavy with ripe fruits and nuts Who, in defiance to the year-round rain always has her head above the deluge bask in the ageless futility to drown you; instead, nourish your rich vegetation Arise, for you have slumbered too long and severely lag in your so many firsts you glory today at a handful of grains while Vultures feast on your tomorrow Arise, for gone are the good old days when tradewinds brought you cowries Guineamen are long and forever gone now, you must create your own winds! Sept. 30, 2018