Dear Father,
I say fun can’t finish in this our highly forested village for true yah. Sometimes you want to get vex, but you just have to laugh it out.
What happened again, my son?
Father, da na this so-called Blue Uniform Chief who just opened his mouth the other day to say the people who are bringing in the bad, bad drugs in our village paid Town Crier them to make them look bad as if they na doing anything. Can you imagine that, Father?
You say whatin, my son?
Aah, the man was at our village Town Crier House just the other day, spacing himself, thinking that he was dazing our village Town Crier them, talking about how some cartel people them gave Town Crier them money to undermine them.
Father, the guy was talking as if he was na the same person who opened him big mouth lay other day to say how one of him friend took money from lay bad people them.
You Joking!
Father, I think lay man is very confused right na. He running out of options. This is the same man who say some of him own people them have been helping the Cartel to bring all lay bad drugs in our village, yet, he shamelessly looking for scapegoat and guess who him find-poor Town Criers, some of whom are even hustling every day to get pay.
Father, I wonder if this guy thinks we stupid people in this village here. So, that lying Town Crier is forcing you to tell our village people that your own big, big Blue Uniform people are helping the drug cartel too?
So, you mean, the Blue Uniform people and the ones who can wear the black uniform are eating taxpayers’ money for nothing?
Please, my friend, just tell our village people that right now, you are so damn confused that you don’t even know what to say, but you were forced to stand over there today.
My son, take time with this man aye.
Yes mehn Father, this guy moh na make people vex here mehn. They know who the real owners of these bad, bad drugs are, but they just carrying people in circles looking for who to blame; they should put them in jail. When they na roast their fish, they want the smoke to smell on other people.
Father, da it ya, people always looking for other people to lay their troubles on, maybe he smokes three bones this morning before going over there and the smoke was turning him eyebolt.
Let him be there, lay scapegoat him looking for will soon show face.
My son, I beg you, slow down, this man da your somebody oo.
Yes, mehn Father, the man never had it together today. How will he go on to say such a thing when at the same place and venue he told the whole world that his people them had been escorting the people drugs and turned around and say, but the Town Crier them the way they are talking about the drugs bisnay, it mean the Cartel gave them money-Something must be wrong somewhere.
Father, that is the very reason why his other men in our Kpelle Village are only chasing Chicken rogue them because they na want their names to be mixed up in their drug bisnay.
