Dear Mr. President,
I heard that the “flying coffin” almost became your real coffin the other time. I don’t know why anyone would fly in an airplane that has been tagged as such but you still do. I guess you can say for the love of the country. I remember that when your government came into power (I love that phrase- came into power), you adamantly refused to fly in this coffin. I don’t know who finally convinced you that it’s not only Dracula who travels in a coffin, but whoever advised you is “playing chacha” aka gambling with your life. But like Dracula, you always escape death. I understand that this is not the first time that the pilots had to do gymnastics in the air to save your life… and theirs too. I hope the u-turn they did in the air was legal and that you did not have to bribe any policemen if it wasn’t. Did you give the pilots medals too the other time? I would really be miffed if I was asked to do such a dangerous job and not get a medal. Ei! What would Auntie Theresa do without you?
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