The Tale Of Bololand

Once upon a time in a distant domain called 'Bololand,' there was a prince who was said to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

We are not quite sure about the silver spoon, but life was still a bed of roses for the prince.

Soon, in course of time when his father passed away, he himself became the king of Bololand.

At first, the people were rooting for their new king for he had promised to transform their economic well being for the better. Towards this end, the king set up the 1Bololand Fund to strategise.

He also promised to unite the diverse citizenry under 1Bololand.

But strange things began to happen.

The people became more divided instead of being united. And the only thing being transformed was the economic state of the country which went from bad to worse, with successive, excessive annual spending leading to the national debt soaring and corruption becoming a concern.

To save the country, the king imposed a new tax - the 'get-somemore-tax'

This tax burdened and yoked the already long suffering citizens of Bololand and made lives miserable for them

But the king was unconcerned. He told the people that the tax had saved them and the nation.

His minions told the citizens to be grateful. They could get up early and work two or three jobs. And cook their own nasi goreng.

When vast unaccounted sums of money were discovered to have been deposited into the king's personal coffer for apparently no reason or rhyme, the people began to question their king and to agitate for him to abdicate.

But the king claimed innocence.

His minions told the world that the money were a generous donation from a kind prince from another distant domain called 'Araland,' given in appreciation of the king's fight against the Isilites, a troublesome tribe emerging in the deserts and threatening to subjugate the rest of the barbarians in the world to their ideology of chop, chop, chop!

The people of Bololand were altogether quite a gullible lot, but still they found the Ara tale too much of a fairy tale to accept.

To preempt trouble for himself, the king and his minions started to suppress dissent and to arrest the detractors.

It got so bad that the people decided that they needed someone still with some clout to lead a core group to tell the king that it was time for him to go.

What happened afterwards, the story was still to unfold.