Once upon a time, the duckling
president of Geniria republic of Africa had felt so bad about being the most
cursed president on the face of this earth, this 21st century. He'd wondered
why he could be so ridiculed. Even though, he deludes himself in the
premonition that his name had brought good luck to Geniria, his fellow citizens
yet mistrust and loathe him. What could he, perhaps, do? He had reasoned, and
at last, had found a solution to this predicament from his subconscious mind:
He had to change his name (Thannajo), and adopt a new name of Jan-mentsu-wang.
Sound like Chinese? Yea! There ain't evil committed from a man wanting to
rebirth. Even so, the bible sayest: "behold a man shall be born
again." So, in his quest to rebirth, he had discussed and sought the
approval of his party, and had gotten approved by every member, save one:
Achimae (the priest of the heathens). Achimae had, vehemently, opposed him,
saying: "Your Excellency, sir, Mr. president, I know you to be my kin from
the royal priesthood of Onigo kingdom of Geniria. How come, then, your Excellency
would choose to want to adopt a Chinese rather than any of our indigenous
beautiful names passed down to us by our ancestors? Your Excellency, Mr. President!
I am ashamed of you; and the god of our ancestor forbids me from lending you my
credence. The President had to shout him down: "sharap (shut up), that is
not carret (correct). I want to be Jang-wang-mentsu; because, I could sense why
China is doing better in the comity of nations of the world...the Chinese have
a laundered image from names that sound like a broken pieces of earthenware
(Lee-cho-wang, Jan-tzu-chin, Zin-wang-Jang). So, priest Achimae, if you and the
god won't lend me your support, I am content with the rest members of my party,
who are ever ready to support me in all things." Thence, he charged
Opabika from the priesthood of the Ikawa-Mob, saying: "go arrange ye, my
name adoption ceremony, and have it scheduled to the African Union banquet. It
gladdened the heart of Opabika, and he did as he was charged.
However, the President, on the eve
of the ceremony, went on binge deep into the night. He got so drunk, slept, and
drifted into Neptune, far away from the earth. He had forgotten his name
adoption process necessitate him to repeat on oath the affidavit of his name
adoption before the African Union Judge.
Not until suddenly, in his dream, he
heard bang, bang, bang on the door, before he was aroused from his slumber. He
struggled to get up, but alas, it was too late: Jang-mentsu-wang! The remnant
of the wine and the cup on the table yielded to the resonating vibration of the
bangs on the door. The bottles and cup fell and broke.
He surmounted composure, but
unfortunately, "afefe ti fe, a ti ri furo adie. Shikena!" (The wind
has blown, the perineal of the fowl is exposed. That’s all). The embarrassment
could not be undone; but, he had another ace in his pocket. He waved the wand,
and Priest Achimae cried out: “Egbami o, my life is in danger o!”
Eeba! Atoto, arere, alo mi alo o!
Alo mi alo, motun gbe de o. Alo mi alo, alo mi alo; Motun gbe de o! It is my
privilege to have been able to gist ya bout this happenings in the lower room
of the spiritual underground of the African mafias.
==DEOLA
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