Smb emptied his gourd of palm wine and then struggled to his feet, but couldn't stir.
He glanced round and tried a step but tumbled over the log he had just stood from and spilled other customer's palm wine which attracted their wrath.
Throw that bastard outside, one of them ordered angrily.
Me, a bastard? queried Samba giggling as he stagered to his feet.
Yess, more thn a bastard, a useless drunk. I am a drunk but not a killer like you and Nyor ho sells us coloured water in the name of palm wine stammered Samba as he groped nd staggered around under the influence of that afternoon drink.
Samba leave my house now, before I break your head. Roared Nyor.