Be Vigilant

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One day, a wealthy man prepared a delicious meal filled with fried Fish in surplus.
So he called on all the Rats in the village, and then told them about the delicious meal he has prepared. He gave this creature small portion of the food while he pleaded with them not to touch the reminder of the food in his house as he embark on a journey.

When he returned from the journey, he saw many rats in his house wining and dining, they were eating the food he asked them not to eat. He was greatly saddened by their deed.
So he called on the leader of Cat, he narrated his ordeal in the hands of the Rats that he treated well, but repaid him with wickedness. He prayed the leader of Cat to gather the remaining cats help him get justice with, and then empowered to safeguard his delicious meal. 

The leader of the cat with the rest of his member did as the man instructed, they killed all the rats. The man was so pleased with brave act of the Cats. He then gave them portion of his sweet meal and then asked them to protect the meal while he travel again.

While he was away, the Cats fought the temptation of not eating the meal but eventually fell into the temptation!
And for the fear of getting punished by the man, the cats conspired to capture him and then throw him inside a dungeon.

When they sighted him coming from afar, the carnivorous creature dashed towards the man, beat him up till he went into a coma.
They threw him inside the dungeon, and left him to face his fate there.

A daemon, by the name Wisdom resuscitate brought him out of the dungeon and then resuscitated him.
He was grateful to Wisdom, as he narrated his ordeal from the beginning.

Then wisdom spoke, "You don't search for the righteous, you create atmosphere that will breed the righteous and curb the wicked."

My thoughts today,
How do you recognise the lizard with stomach upset since they all crawl on their belly.
You don't beg a thief not to steal, you only make difficult the process of stealing.
Where there's no law, there's no sin.
Revolution have not totally help humanity, it only help save people from the hands of a oppressor to the hands of their freedom fighter who will later on become their source of oppression later.
If you put a Yam where the Goat will see it without any measure to prevent it, know for sure that the Yam will be eaten by the Goat.

#BeWise
#EnemyRoarLikeTheLion
#StandToBeWise
#JoyToTheWise

© FERT, 2015

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