I’m not a fisherman, I am a carpenter…but How do you like your fish? Even for a girl as alternative as Opani That manner of courtship caught her unawares But when she did recover, and she did, She saw that he wasn’t much to look at At first glance But with an opening line as such One was bound to take a second glance And that was all short, wizened Dika needed To enchant and hypnotize She was all of ten and seven A lot more woman than most of The young mothers in the village The daughter of the school madam Opani, the big haired beauty from Mlowe Dika, a distant uncle from Henga Himself with a big dark Afro Twice as intelligent as any man And physically as adept too Yet short Dika made her feel The seventeen year old girl she was So she let him marry her; He’d had her with the fish. Seven children, umpteen grandchildren Resplendent with the odd great grandchild here and there, And a life changing stroke later, Himself debilitated by carpentry work, The same with which he sent all seven children To school With some of them to university, even; He still knew how to make her fish Exactly how she liked it when she was Still beautiful, still full of life He knew how to make her feel Seventeen again And with that feeling of being loved She could die peacefully.
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