Onye ala! Come let me tell you the story of how your forefathers made love to your mothers under the udala tree. Ekwensu! My papa wears no red cap But he is a better father than yours. You think you can insult? I will show you what we do to flies trying to finish our palm wine. I bu onye nzuzu cos your Mama never formed you the proper way I am Ada; Adanna! I am my father’s daughter; And you are Alu! made from your father’s already cold semen in a bottle.