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The Christians are chasing lions with God on their lips and spite in their hearts.
Yesterday the overran downtown, suffering massive casualties in the process.
I admire their zeal.
I admire their singleminded passion.
But I cannot join their ranks.
The lions meanwhile are back in the jungle-licking their wounds.
Word has it their leader is dead, victim of a landmine.
But this has yet to be confirmed, the details remain sketchy.
Maybe a rumour, maybe a fact.
I like their style.
I like their commitment.
But I cannot be a lion.
Last night I was ordered to choose.
Christian or lion, take your pick.
As I could not decide they took me away.
Away to the Coliseum.
To await my fate.
It shouldn’t take long.