They looked up to the sky

And back down to the well. 

They’d never seen its depth. 

They looked back up, and stopped at the tree branches. 

It was too depressing. 

The whispers grew to crowds

Even the men came round and sighed

The Gogos had never seen the water 

So low, 

They summoned the Headman come. 

His furrowed forehead mirrored 

The muddy floors 

They all looked expectantly in his direction 

He was no rainmaker and this was trouble in the making. 

They recalled the Oracle bent back and long dismissed 

Years of rain and ageing rendered her used. 

Her hut sat in solace on the mountains base

Pride rooted them to the ground

But the children ran in the direction of their stares 

They stood in the place that fortune had forgotten 

She was long gone.