Vituous Woman Or Wicked Witch? Horse Thief Or Horse Saviour.

The three-coloured witch once set out
On a long weary journey down South
Her sluggish legs soon failed her
She cursed the hot sun, so bitter!
Like magic, no pun intended,
A horse, from heaven descended
Jolly-hearted, she rode all the way down
Never minding the wind blew up her gown.

Hungry now, she stopped at an inn
And begged for gin and a fish fin
The owner screamed that she had not
And called her a wretched pile of rot
The angry witch turned her to a brown leech
And the on-lookers called her 'the wicked witch'.

Reaching south on her horse, people stared
She wondered if they were bemused or scared
Or had she become suddenly fine?
A group of men soon welcomed her with wine
Thanked her for "bringing back our lost sacred horse"
And called her honest and virtuous.

"Describe a people as one thing over and over, and that is what they become.". - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.