VULTURES IN THE CITY

VULTURES IN THE CITY

"I heard you saw one recently. Did you testify such just to make us cautious or what?

We bury our dead here and it is not a carnivorous environment either so what are you saying?"

"I am not saying anything new. Yes this is the city but would you say you are not familiar with the dropping of abled bodied men lately? Have you not heard and perceived odors in the wee hours of the morning when you are struggling to get to work. Yesterday did we not witness the body of one Omeri lying helpless from the brutal cuttings of brutal ritualists? Or that of our friend Zezi who never made it to church. It is a year after and no one has seen or heard from him. So, my friend, there are vultures in the city now. We all know where to go to find what to eat so the new jollof rice for vultures is here."

"Well, I will not totally agree with you because I have not seen any. Until then, I believe we are safe. At least this jungle is not filled with hungry lions and hyenas. You have been listening to YES ABWH too much. Relax 😅😅!"

"LOL! Your blindness is beyond darkness. Maybe because you are protected by your fathers green lands. Better see the arid land behind you. If you are not vigilant, it will overshadow that Greenland that is making you naïve. Wake up! There are vultures here. Go get a shield to protect yourself from them before they feed upon even the living. I don tell you my own. If I don’t go back to my village, I will settle for one abroad."

Don’t Forget to Be Honest!

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