Some Parts of Culture

Dear Son,

To crown your hut highly,
To sneeze thousands of cowries,
And be married to more hundred than a wife
To eat and stand with great kings
And make men kneel before you
To be respected by elders at a young age
To not be drawn in the lines of the ill-fate
And be doomed heavily in debt
Then eat these yams with palm-oil
Okonkwo, you must not be like me.

Tochi