Today, a boy child.
Tomorrow, a teen. An adolescent boy.
Next, a young man.
Then: Dimkpa.
Shoulders broad like new yams in the barn.
Chest full of fire, feet of steel walking over thorns.
Able-bodied. Unmarried. In his prime.
They say Dimkpa is poor, but stronger, healthier than a married man.
Yet Dimkpa is a husband-in-waiting, a husband-in-need.
Vibrant, but endangered.
Widows know his name.
Doors open where they should be closed.
He makes himself available for room matters to needy widows and more.
What a Dimkpa makes of his Dimkpaship
will make or mar the Dimkpa.
Now, Dimkpa is deciphered:
Beware of Dimkpa.
But Dimkpa, be careful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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