MY ODE TO African Swine Fever

MY ODE TO African Swine Fever

MY ODE TO African Swine Fever
Oh ASF! what have we done to deserve this
Well attended,we left our pigs well fed and our money rolled in like kilode.
 
We shared love, ideas, research and challenges
We looked forward to meeting with each other in this great platform
Our brothers organized a tasting feat full of flavours and if u did not attend you would salivate all day of the beauty on the plates.
Our bulging stomach was the evidence we couldn't get enough.
We laughed and made merry and thought of ways to assist each other, KAJOLA became our watchword.
 
Suddenly we heard the rumours, no it can't be true, explain better, call the vets, the feeds are contaminated, the water poisoned, what noise am I hearing, listen attentively oh! no pigs are dying in their tens, hundreds, Where are the wolves, the warriors? We need help, the gods are annoyed, who offended if?
 
Get ewe Akintola, hang it on the door, go to the placebo, call the white doctor, no leave him out of it, the herbalist down the road is more effective. Alas, the pigs are dying, even the unborn piglets are not spared.
 
The farmers bend their heads in misery, what a loss! ASF has moved silently through the country wiping out all in its path. Scarcity looms, farmers are broke, where and who do we run to? Ha! Just when we thought all was lost Eledumare shows up and bears glad tidings.
Somehow by his Grace and Mercy, some pigs survived and are doing well. Farmers line up waiting to take their turns, each leaving the farm with pigs in their hands and smiles on their faces They gather at the square and shout we shall rise again and scoffs at ASF you stand defeated. KAJOLA rang out in unison.
Something to put a smile on your face.
PAYFARMER.

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