Art of Poetry is not plagriarised, it is correct and real creativity

The intruder

The village of Nasoni was just okay

It was peaceful

No one dared made the well dirty

The well was just pure

Its water knew only the villagers mouths

And calabashes

The village was peaceful

The council of the elders was all idle

And happy at the peaceful state of affairs

An abominable occurred

The well served a foreigner

A foreigner travelling to another land

A passerby

Put his filthy fingers in the well

And took not a sip…but a gulp of the water

The elders knew it

Sat in silent

Ashamed

The youths afraid and ashamed of their negligence

Of their inability to detect a stranger

The children too could feel the tense air

The women whispered as they met in the market

No one wanted to talk about it

The gods were annoyed

The ancestors haunted too….

Not even a white goat or a blue chicken could wash the evil.

Pain…fear

The oil skin for the house, had spread the strangers skin

The well had to be filled with soil

Soil from the collapsed pit latrine

A disgrace, by the intruder

Who gulped and run away.