Brethren, we commence this Chronicle with a Nollywoodianic flashback to the quadrannium of King Gejoshaphat. In that day, there was a Sheriff of Pensions known as Oje Marina, for everything about his story was unbelievable. There was nothing that was said about him that was not fantastic. Thus it was that the Kalahari Newsbearers broke the news that Oje Marina had catapulted One Hundred Billion shekels from the Kingdom’s pensions to some unknown destination.
Yea, when Gejoshaphat heard of it, he was furious and could not contain it. Marina was stripped of his Sheriffship. Behold, the Everly Failing at Convictions Commissions could not take it either, and they sent their very finest bloodhounds to sniff Marina out. Oje Marina knew the game was up and said unto himself, “behold, I am in the deepest of shits. Yea, shall I flee to Doo Bahee, where others like Lord Farquaad before me have also sought refuge.” And lo, did he send himself into exile.
Now again in Nollywoodianic manner shall we return from our flashback, to the era of the quadrannium of Gambrach. For news came to the people that Oje Marina had been restored to his Sheriffship and appointed to an even higher command under the Zazu, the dodo, Gambrach’s councillor for domestic matters.
But even though it was Oje Marina, the people believed it not. “Surely, it canst not be, that a common thief would be restored to nobility in the Kingdom,” they said. Alas, it was to be the wawu of wawus, for not only was Marina back, it was with the connivance of Bar Kar, Gambrach’s Head Pharisee and chief lawman (though many were beginning to think the last ‘n’ was silent).
And there was no gaddem chill in the land. For even the Lovengers that remained were aghast. “Surely, he that cometh to save the Kingdom, Gambrach our messiah, who neither slumbereth nor sleepeth save for when he voyageth to Jandinia, is aware of this mendacity ,” they wondered.
Yea, did the cries of the unchilled reach Bedrock, where Gambrach had just returned from Constantinople, where he had done nothing and achieved nothing. “Marina canst not be my super sheriff,” it was said that Gambrach said. “Ye shall banish him from my majestic service immediately!”
But this was Oje Marina. His story was made up of the completely unbelievable. Thus did his kinsmen summon all the newsbearers of the kingdom to reveal the position of their golden circle. “People of the Kingdom, Citizens of Social Mediana,” said Li Quan Yu, their spokesperson, “this news confuseth us, the kinsmen of Marina. For twas at the behest of the sheriffs and councillors of Gambrach that Marina returned from his exile. For yea, they saw him as one of uncommon wit and wisdom, whose acumen they were needful of. Behold, twas them who asked him back to give them the sense of which they were in great lack and yea did they assign men of the Deliverance Squad Squadron to protect him.”
And the people, sore unchilled, erupted. “Are the councillors of Gambrach bereft of neurological functionality?” they asked. “How seek they counsel from Oje Marina? How can anyone with half a brain believe Oje Marina?”
The scribes of Gambrach were alarmed. Lay Si attempted to distance himself from FemCallamitus and Gar Bar as usual, but they refused to fall for it on this occasion. It was grave, for even FemCallamitus knew that yet another canticle of posterior-kissing praise to Gambrach would do no good on this occasion. For once though, he had a useful idea. “Blame it on Gejoshaphat,” he said.
“But Gejoshaphat expelled Marina from the Royal Sheriffs,” said Lay Si.
“Aye,” said FemCallamitus, “but thou knowest he is the source of all Gambrach’s troubles. For Gambrach is as fragrant as the lily of the valley; as shiny as the bright morning star, as resplendent as the rose of shar…”
“SHUT UP THY GADDEM MOUTH!!!!!” shouted Lay Si and Gar Bar in unison. And FemCallamitus went off to sulk in the corner. “I shall go to the people,” Gar Bar decided.
Lo, did Gar Bar go into Twillistia, Digital Perusia and Social Mediana to proclaim a new message to the people on Marina. “People of the Kingdom, lovers of Gambrach, lend me thine ears. The evil that Gejoshaphat does lives long after his quadrannium, for tis because of him and his moles that Oje Marina returneth to the Royal Sheriffs.”
But the people did not believe Gar Bar. “Swearragahd dudes,” said Gar Bar, “this is the work of Gejoshaphat and his fifth columnists, for Gambrach is a …”
Alas, Gar Bar could not finish his sentence, for an angry citizen had thrown a rotten tomato into his mouth. “We know tis Oje Marina. We shall believe you not!”
Yea, did Gar Bar return to Bedrock with the news to Gambrach. “My liege, it seemeth that the people believe no more anything which we say.”
“But ye are my scribes, and I am Gambrach the Great, first of my name, conqueror of za ozza room, unsullied by the times. Yea, like the Trumpetistani bard Tee Eye. am I Allergic to the counterfeit and impartial to the politics, inarticulate, but still wallahi, I grab a corrupt nuccur by za collar quick!”
“Your Majesty, wallahi, that currency is all spent now. The people believe us no more and yea, is there not a jot of chill to be found in the kingdom.”
And truly, there was no gaddem chill in the land. Behold, not a gaddem speculum was to be found.