Article ' MOTHER HEN SLEEPS'

In the barking and dynamic tourism of nothing more but the search of  development ,various zoologist were asked to tell the land tales of affection and care by their hawking policies .This men of fauna continued to fight wars for the land instead of its creatures ,making the birds toes to curl. It remaided only like the Greeks meeting Greeks.

The chicks who look at the King of enmity get done with the breast of their mother's hen (land), beginning to fray and scrimmage among themselves for the save of visceral selfishness. .Every chick has begun to have its law, their mother hen dying in nihilism and the greedy Ahab's of Methuselah stepped on her progress. Law waxing an ill weave and wriggle that does no man good but green with envy and wedlock.

In the funnel of affection, agriculture and peace turns to miss and jealousy. Budgets for their mothers coming on the stream of wild stance, her cries of regression, regression of democratization .This zoologists had put incapable men unable to bore the fertile land eggs. They have spoilt the ship for hap'orth of tar, killed goose for the golden egg of prosperity, milk and honey.This land( mother hen) has few who reason soberly as Gibeon but not all men are leaders considering not the entirety of the land are children of Methuselah. These weak men peep from wings of the stage to the wall, then and now again. Will she stand again being she has been pulled down by her own bairns and old Methuselahs. Please tell chicks of fatherism that little is done when many command. These zoologists keep chicks and harangue for they have turned the land into a sweet meal for flies ,nothing more but dungeon of faith.God I go, Lord knows if she is just sleeping. Is mother hen (land) sleeping because they refused to build bridges or they have refused to build bridges because she is sleeping. Prodigal chicks hear now ! Sleep is the brother of death.

Just again after two ticks, they search for another promising civilian zoologist. Vote wisely, wisely. Vote wisely!  Who are we to wisely vote for? Commoners among chicks scream out their brains for they know the bullet has taken over the ballot. Mother hen, I pray you rise high again. 

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo.