By Atok Dan
Eating a delicious
It is the oil in the calabash,
Mixtures don’t necessarily adhere to conventional
chemistry
With little of milk, making the appearance confused
We locally called it diang-diang
It is good with cold morning of August and September,
That is when we are introduced to fresh harvest of Dinka
fiscal year
To those in ragtag towns,
It is an equivalent to geet-geet,
It sends out nose cutting smells at a far distance
Village kids could go penetrating the flow of fried onion
Like cows smelling breezes of the seas in earlier rains
of the year
Diang-diang is a mixture of wal-wal with oil or akop.
It is only served when presence of
An acquainted in-law
is realized
It becomes a privilege to kids, whose visitors visit their
houses
Stubborn kids go distance when sent by elders
With hope that visitor don’t put to rest the calabash
The remain is destined to only child sent
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