The war on corruption starts with us, not the President

On Wednesday I came home to some sad news that my hen had accidentally fallen into some deep hole in the compound. I went to check up on it and the hen looked up at me helplessly with pity in its eyes hoping I could perform some sort of miracle.  Sadly, I only managed to reciprocate the pity because there was nothing I could do given the depth of that hole.

I sluggishly walked away.  However, my mind was busy thinking of a way on how to help it out. I didn’t have any ladder that could go that deep, the plants in the hole couldn’t support my weight and the supportive dig outs on the walls of the hole had filled up due to the long duration the hole had remained open. I concluded there was no way I could help this chicken out single handedly, however sad it was I just had to let it die in peace. I therefore went about taking care of my other domestic living creatures as usual.