By Mr. Poet
Moving around you cannot miss the smell of alcohol
Hovering over the ground each and everyday.
Sometimes you will find it by the roadside or even in the gatherings of the public when great happenings are occuring within the vicinity.
When you are moving within the village, you will see him staggering on his way to his place of residence or towards the dirnking venue
He always carries the latest hot gossip that is flocking around the village
If you want to know anything about the village and it's residents, he is the best person to consult and get information from.
He is detested by the villagers and looked at as a failure, someone who cannot offer something of value to the community
Sometimes he spends the nights by the roadside, being hit by the cold and fed on my the wild mosquitoes.
He was one time turned wet by the rains of the night, he only woke up when he was in a pool of water whose colour had turned brown as a result of the soil that took over it's composition.
His wife quit his residence and life because he could not spare a penny to buy food at home or even pay the houserent.
He has become a loner simply because no one wants to associate with him and be labeled a failure in life.
Who is this miserable man? One may ask
To tell you the truth, nothing but the truth.
This human being is called the Village Drunkard.
Moving around you cannot miss the smell of alcohol
Hovering over the ground each and everyday.
Sometimes you will find it by the roadside or even in the gatherings of the public when great happenings are occuring within the vicinity.
When you are moving within the village, you will see him staggering on his way to his place of residence or towards the dirnking venue
He always carries the latest hot gossip that is flocking around the village
If you want to know anything about the village and it's residents, he is the best person to consult and get information from.
He is detested by the villagers and looked at as a failure, someone who cannot offer something of value to the community
Sometimes he spends the nights by the roadside, being hit by the cold and fed on my the wild mosquitoes.
He was one time turned wet by the rains of the night, he only woke up when he was in a pool of water whose colour had turned brown as a result of the soil that took over it's composition.
His wife quit his residence and life because he could not spare a penny to buy food at home or even pay the houserent.
He has become a loner simply because no one wants to associate with him and be labeled a failure in life.
Who is this miserable man? One may ask
To tell you the truth, nothing but the truth.
This human being is called the Village Drunkard.
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