It was hot and humid outside, the sky was cloudy and grey, ready to release rain all over the savanna. Zani Grabbed his handkerchief, using it to wipe his sweaty forehead which had seems to have sweat all day form the enormous pressure he had received lately. Zani looked for award at the horizon, serval men, with ties and suits sat at on plastic chairs outside looking directly at Zani. This was the Socialist Council of Necroagro (or SCN), the sole governing body of Necroagro made up of elected Union leaders, elected by the workers themselves. The sounds of wildlife could be heard faintly in the distance, the chirping of birds, the stomping of wild animals. A flashing light coming from a state camera signaled to Zani that it was time for him to broadcast his message not only to Necroagro but to the world.
“Greetings world, greetings comrades!” Zani said with thick African accent as he raised left palm in the air; Zani leaned slightly on his podium
“If any of you watching seen the news lately, an imperialistic nation known as Insaanistan, has gotten what it deserved. Worldwide we see even the most corrupt capitalist nations condemn and want to destroy Insaanistan. Necroagro cannot deal anymore with Insaanistan by sitting back and watching the world take it down. No no no, I say we must take it by force, by spreading the ideals and tenants of Karl smart and socialism. My friends, we must take part in the death of Insaanistan and it’s government. We must save its people from Insaanistan’s oppressive and evil rule. Today is the end of Insaanistanand imperialism; tomorrow is the beginning of Necroagro and socialism around the globe. First we shall have Africa and then the world my comrades!”
The crowd cheered and clapped, they all saluted Zani and bowed as a sign of respect
“This council is now dismissed.” Zani said.