'Why would Gabriel always get people to defend him, but we would not get anyone to be on our side when we are in trouble?'
Mr. Robinson Kama muttered grudgingly. Now, they were motionless, and the Traditional Ruler raised his voice and proclaimed.
"Our ancestors, we have cleansed our land. The consequences of their abomination will rest on their heads."
"Yes."
The people screamed. But the Traditional Ruler was not done yet.
"Get hand trucks and take them out of our land. Drop them at the border and let the vultures of the air feast on them."
Without delay, the youths got two hand trucks. They lifted the two ex-oil workers and placed them on the hand trucks. Now, their heads were facing the sky while their legs were touching the ground. They were pushed for about five hundred meters while the Youths chanted behind them. When they got to the boundary of the community, they slanted the truck, and they fail off.
"Our land had been cleansed."
