Celebrating success

On the farm it is often said that turbulence is but a temporary state of affairs, a necessary part of a journey which happens to those who fly high. Everyone knows this, especially Whitist priests whose jobs have become more crucial than ever before now that White, doing great things, was experiencing turbulence. As far […]

On the farm it is often said that turbulence is but a temporary state of affairs, a necessary part of a journey which happens to those who fly high. Everyone knows this, especially Whitist priests whose jobs have become more crucial than ever before now that White, doing great things, was experiencing turbulence.
As far as White and his farm hands were concerned, the farm was great. Nothing would change that. Not farm-wide darkness. Not droughts and barren land. Not dry pipelines. Not long queues of animals receiving food aid while chanting and holding placards that read: #WeStandWithWhite and #ItIsNotMassacreIfBatsAreKilled and #WhiteIsLaw. Wearily, the animals that ran the food project which was created to give succour to animals suffering from the crippling infrastructure of the farm distributed grains to Whitists, promising more and telling them that the reason that they were experiencing all of this was because of Goodhead’s 16 years of destruction.
However, animals grumbled. Ade Sinner who was the puffy pigeon that sometimes spoke for White heard some of the grumblings about the lack of water and food and cooed angrily, calling them ungrateful saboteurs. If you want water Sinner said, go and arrest the packs of wild dogs who were bursting the pipes along the way from the marshlands where the water was.
But then animals began to really complain. And White and his advisers thought they needed a young progressive animal, an energetic one, to manage their communications. They found a turkey called Tolo-Tolo who was widely respected and gave him the duty to man man the central station from where the public address system was run.
Long ago, White had a friend who, in his days of poverty, gave him a job that enabled him live a nice life. His friend was an old farm manager, Mai Goggles who ran and plundered the farm long before the days of Goodhead. In fact it was said that Goodhead, for all his crazy theft could not match the theft of Mai Goggles. It was so bad that almost two decades after Mai Goggles, other farm managers were returning farm supplies and money that he stashed in their farms. However, White would not call his friend a thief. He could not deny that his friend had stolen farm supplies because the evidence was public in the stolen bags of grains that kept being returned, year after year. So he got Tolo-Tolo to carefully craft a message that came as close as he could to admitting that his friend Mai-Goggles was truly a thief. Tolo-Tolo said: “It has come to the notice of White that when Mai-Goggles was farm manager, he relocated some bags of grain to other farms. We are now in the process of recovering those bags of grains.”
White knew that saying the obvious would mean admitting that he was somewhat complicit in that theft, since he and Mai-Goggles were friends when the looting of the farm took place.
Months passed since one of White’s farm hands Dick-Tai massacred hundreds of bats for standing in his way as he went to pee on the edge of the farm; since White had wondered angrily how a bloody bat could hit the chest of a farm hand; since Dick-Tai had wandered through a part of the crocodile swamp looking for bats, capturing them, killing them and burying some of them alive. The leader of the crocodile swamp had asked some old crocodiles to write up a report about what really happened the day that Dick-Tai went crazy and began his bat genocide. Everyone thought that since the leader of the crocodile swamp like White, at least in public, the report would exonerate White and his farm hands. But the report instead identified the spot where Dick-Tai and his assistants had buried the bats they had massacred. The report said it took only a few hours to dig up the shallow graves where they dumped them.
And animals in the farm pretended that they had not heard the report ordered by the leader of the crocodiles saying that they had buried hundreds of bats.
And the genocidal Dick-Tai carried on being a farm hand as if he had not been exposed as having buried hundreds of bats.
And the animals who hated bats said that while killing bats was wrong, they should not have flown so close in the face of Dick-Tai.
And there was darkness all across the farm because there was no wood to burn the fires.
And there was thirst all across the land because there was no water coming from the pipes.
And White carried on travelling to other farms while his farm hands guessed what his opinion was about things going on in the farm.
And prominent animals kept speculating about the health of White, positioning themselves to take over from White.
And the priests who worshipped White sang their hymns in darkness and thirst, praising White for having brought change. And they prayed:
In the name of the White father
And of the farm hands
And of the holy Whitists…
Bless us White for we have sinned
Bless our thoughts
Bless our desires
Bless our intentions
Blessed be thy name
Thy will be done in every quarter among every animal species
Teach us to love your will
Teach us to be teachable
Teach us to trust your will even when your will may not be clear
Teach us to defend your will before it becomes your will
For thine are the decisions, the thoughts and the glory
For as long as you choose to be farm leader
Amen