THE FOUR-YEAR SYNDROME.

IN HIS ROBE RODE HE INTO THE VILLAGE. ENTOURAGE AS LONG AS THE CITY ROAD,PASSING ONE BY ONE EVERY HUNGRY SOUL.THE VILLAGE ALMOST TURNING TO A NECROPOLIS FROM THE NEGLECT THAT INFEST OUR LAND.

CAMERAMEN WITH THEIR GADGETS TRAMPLED THE SCENE LIKE IT'S THE SITE OF CHRIST ASCENSION, STRAIGHT TO THE KING'S PALACE THEY WENT. IN EXCITEMENT THE TODDLERS JUMP,BEWILDERED BY THE GREAT FORTUNE THAT WAS BESTOWED ON THE VILLAGE,THE YOUTHS STOOD AKIMBO.ALL LOOKING CHEERFUL WITH THE SIGHT OF GLORY.

SOON ENOUGH A MAN DRESSED IN AGBADA STEPPED OUT OF HIS JEEP,FLANKED ON BOTH SIDES BY MEN EVEN MAJESTIC THAN OUR KING.I HAD A DE JAVU, A SCENE I HAD SEEN BEFORE JUST THAT I WAS MUCH YOUNGER, I AM JUST 12.

30 MINUTES LATER, THE MAN CAME OUT WITH THE KING AND THE CHIEFS SMILING LIKE PEOPLE WHO HAD JUST STRUCK A DEAL. THE MAN BECKONED TO ONE OF THE GUARDS,WHO IMMEDIATELY LEFT AND CAME WITH FOUR OTHER GUARDS. SOON ENOUGH THEY WERE PACKING ALL SORTS OF MATERIALS INTO THE PALACE. THE KINGS AND THE CHIEF GOT PARCELS WHICH NO ONE COULD SAY WHAT THEY CONTAINED. I COULD SEE JUDAS SMILE AND LAUGHTER.

"THEY HAVE COME TO TRADE THE FUTURE OF THE YOUNG" MY FATHER SAID AND CONTINUED "THEY COME IN THIS FASHION EVERY FOUR-FOUR YEAR".
"WHEN SHALL THIS END?"I ASKED HIM LOOKING INTO HIS EYES.
HE DIDN'T GIVE ME AN ANSWER.

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