Poisoned chickens

Greetings everyone!

The woman close to my workspace at the beginning of the year suddenly started to develop deep anger over how her shop extension always got messed up by chickens in the area. She does not come to the shop often, so before she arrives, the chickens have already messed up the place with their droppings. The extension is not walled with blocks but rather with rods, in a way that allows fowls to enter and leave very easily.

On one of the days she got really upset, she boldly said that she was going to drop poison for the chickens to eat and die. When I heard it, I told her not to do such a thing because it would not be nice for neighbours to hear that their chickens died due to poison from her store. I also told her that the best thing to do was to find a way to fence the lower part of the extension to prevent them from getting in. This woman said no way, that she was going to poison the chickens and kill them off.

When the elderly man close to the shop heard her, he advised her the same as well, telling her to abandon the idea of poisoning the fowls, but this woman refused.

That day, she walked to a chemist shop across the road, bought rat poison, mixed it with rice, and placed it at different spots around the shop.

The following day, when we went to work, we saw some chickens lying dead—some were big while others were small(infant). It was the elderly man who saw the dead fowls and decided to call me to come and see for myself, because the woman and her family are actually family to me. The elderly man began to tell me how wicked the woman had become for having the mindset to do such a thing. In the end, he ended his talk with, “And she claims she’s a Christian.” I was touched that day.

The elderly man, being so filled with wisdom, decided to remove the fowls so that people would not notice and gather to attack the woman when she came, creating a scene—or so that people would not know at all, in order to avoid giving the woman a "wicked woman" tag.

The woman did not come that day. The next day that she came, I told her that she killed fowls, and instead of being even a bit remorseful, she was happy and proud. That really got me angry. I asked her if she did not grow up in the village where plants in the garden are caged to prevent animals like goats and fowls from entering and destroying the crops, rather than killing the animals. This woman was proud of what she did, claiming she did the right thing.

“How many fowls are you going to kill?” I asked her, because these fowls are local and can actually come from far places in search of food.

“As long as they keep coming, I will keep putting poison,” she answered with her open teeth.

The whole thing pissed me off.

After about a week, I went to meet a neighbour who had been raising some agric fowls—up to fifteen—to get fowl droppings to add to my garden. The woman told me that all the fowls died within a day and she did not know what caused it. I was angry because I knew what had killed the fowls, since she allows them to roam around to find food during the day. Well, I did not tell her what happened. I just sympathized with her and left.

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