ramayana redux

The Nigerian Realm was one that was residing in peace. However the realm had a fault. Two kingdoms divided it. The north was the kingdom where the Muslims resided. The south was the Christian dwelling. These two kingdoms disagreed on certain political points and sometimes had arguments about how the country should be run. However in the end the two kingdoms came together and existed as a whole. Vali was the leader of Boko haram, a small Muslim group in opposition of the Christians. He raised his flyer in his right hand and shouted to the passerby,
“They are against us, we need to stop them soon.”
The people of the northern kingdom had no time for this. Most ignored him. Some stopped to take a flyer but threw it away in the trash bin a few feet further. By the end of the day he was hot, tired and had not accomplished anything. He was out of fliers and he didn’t have enough money to print more. The day could not get any worse. “At least I will speak in the town square tomorrow,” he thought to himself.
He hoped that it would accomplish more than he had today.
Tomorrow came and he dressed his best. He stood up confidently on a soapbox and began. As he finished his speech the few people in the audience who had been watching him, dispersed and went back to what they were doing. Vali felt defeated and sat down. No one had taken what he was saying seriously. He started to feel sick in his stomach.
Shiva straightened his tie and brushed the dust from his pants. His suit was freshly ironed and his shoes were shined perfectly. He walked with a certain air that let people know he wasn’t from this country. He approached Vali and sat down next to him. He spoke slowly,
“That was a nice speech. It really moved me.”
Vali looked to his right and saw the man.
“I don’t want to buy what you are selling, please leave me alone.”
Shiva saw that Vali was obviously upset and confused. He stood him up and straightened his collar.
“ Pardon me, I did not introduce myself