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Because I neither care nor spare whose ox is gored when I “wail and rant,” I wouldn’t describe myself as a gentleman.
How can I possibly be a gentleman when the ruling class in my country is getting rich at the expense of the ruled?
How gentle can I be when I see that those who should know better are in cahoots with them because of the fear of their tommies?
And the ruled, are we better?
They must have used our heads to play Baba’jebu!
So, the lucky few are collecting chickens!
Dada is not as handsome as the free lunch.
But for those who can think, I mean those whose hunger has not taken away their reasoning capability, for how long will the bribe-chicken last them:
A meal?
2 or 3?
A week?
A month?
Another Christmas?
I wouldn’t have taken the chickens. Instead, I would have insisted on the system teaching me how to fish.
By the way, did the chicken come with ingredients and the expensive rice?
They’ve brought what our people know how to eat!
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