From the collection of thoughts around the premise that a leader without a vision is like fufu without soup.
And when the people realized that they were eating their fufu with no soup, he scrambled to give them anything that looked like soup.
“But that us Milo”, they yelled.
“Ew, that tastes like bitters!”
“Is that Fanta?”
His eyes darted back and forth.
“God”, he prayed, “what is this soup they speak of?”
There was silence. It was filled with incredulity. The people were aghast.
He didn’t not only have soup. He didn’t even know what it was. Why was he serving fufu then?