A farm conversation

AMr President: I did. Just the pain in my side. But I will be fine. If Nigeria doesn’t kill me, nothing will kill me.

Aide 2: You are fine daddy. You are perfect. You are holy.

Mr President: Thank you. Give me the run down for today.

Aide 1: Well sir, the old man has decided to come home… Aide 2: He finally did it sir. Mr President: Look I know I can do no wrong and all, but I am not a magician. I cannot read your minds. Who do you mean by old man.

Aide 1: Oh sorry daddy. I mean Sole Woyinka sir. With the plenty white hair.

Mr. President: Ah Sole! The white hair is not even that plenty. The man has aged. The hair is thinning out. But that is good. Is he visiting us?

Aide 2: Sir, we meant he is coming back to live here permanently.

Mr President: What? Like forever? Whatever happened to Amer…

Aide 1: Sir he swore to destroy his green card if the orange man won the elections there.

Aide 2: And the people online made fun of him daring him to do it sir.

Mr President: Like on playground?

Aide 1: Yes sir, just like the people who, bored of two people staring at each other and not fighting, slap both people and say: whoever feels the pain most should retaliate.

Mr President: Wonderful. So they made him tear the green card? Aide 2: Yes sir. And he is relocating. Mr President: You are sure he is not going to England? It will be terrible to have him here. You know how he doesn’t mind his a school