The nightmares

Once upon a time there was a man, who lived in a small village. The village was an abode of wild savages, of course they all had different ranks and statuses, some were rich and vicious others poor and dishonest, but the fact remained that they were all savages! Blood thirsty, uncouth, greedy and rather proud of their ways. This village of savages was invaded by a group of wicked white ghosts, who were mean and crafty. They enslaved the savages and trained them to be good slaves through their craft. The man I mentioned above had a genetic mutation and turned into a lofty and noble man. But after this metamorphosis that occurred one night he realized that he had to save his fellow villagers. The plight of the poor got his eyes misty. One night he had a dream, he saw a village, that’s filled with his fellow villagers, they were all free, happy and had abandoned their depraved rituals. He saw a prosperous village which was model for all the other villages in the jungle. The next morning he woke up and conjured up such a spell that would cast the mean white ghosts away. Of course he had to fight with the ghosts they were highly skilled and knew their craft very well. Some of the unfortunate villagers who had grown so accustomed to their servile ways thought the man an anarchist and threw stones at him for being ungrateful.  Some denounced him on the grounds that since he didn’t worship the religion of hypocrisy and greed he’s not even one of them. But these allegations had no impact on the man, he’s resolved and refused to give in! He believed in his dream of peace and harmony. At length, the noble man was able to drive the crafty white ghosts away, with his sagaciousness. But he was unaware of the enemies he’d formed within the village. On the surface the villagers were grateful but in their hearts they resented the old man and wanted to kill him, and so they did! So uncanny was this murder that no one knew. They formed a constitution to fulfill old man’s dream in the reverence of his memory. Of course that never happened, years after years passed, calamities befell on that village, and they reverted back to their old ways. But to keep the beacon of his dream burning they gathered under the trees, behind the bushes and accused each other and powers of the wicked wizard of west who’s trying to take their village away and challenge their sovereignty.  So the dream became a fairytale that mothers told their children at night. Like the shoe fits Cinderella, frog turns into a prince, the princess is saved by the knight, and so, this village presented a picture of peace, freedom and civilization. The sad part is fairytales don’t come true, it’s the other stuff that always come true the one which begins with people dying of hunger, throngs killing teenagers and enjoying it and corrupted leaders gouging public money! The nightmares.