A hard day's labour complete,

it is time to rest the bones at a local brewery.

As he waits for his ale

he sees the school teacher

expounding national and international news, he stares in awe,

(or so it seems)

hearing of things beyond his ken.

On his way home, he contemplates and tries to grasp the gravity of it all.

How significant is a malware virus 

to one unaware of computers?

How will the belt and road project benefit

someone without an inch of land to his name,

and yet, the enormity of erudite words 

does affect him somehow,

disturbing his thoughts, clouding his vision.

Like the omen

oracled by the family shaman

before the birth of his first child,

the wrathful Gods finally pacified

by hard-earned offerings.

So he prostrates

to ancestral spirits,

and offers them 

the remnants of his rice beer.