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CORD IS APPLYING WATHORG STRATEGY IN ITS CALL FOR NATIONAL DIALOGUE

CORD has presented it self as the warthog slipping into a burrow, while strategically and skillfully portraying Jubilee as the ruthless lions lying in ambush near the holes. But, clueless as usual Jubiholes are celebrating with chest-thumping not having a clue as to why CORD prefers to apply the strategy of some aspects of warthog ecology? For instance, the image of the warthog as a sedentary animal, using its burrow as a refuge from predators, is plausible that it is readily accepted. But in developing its strategy, CORD, rightfully considers the fact that burrows are also not used as a refuse from lions. Warthog will never slip into a burrow when hunted by lions even when it just beside the burrow.. CORD understands this, as well as, the fact that, indeed, the big cats will often lie in ambush near the holes. What is behind this odd strategy?: it is complex. a hog in burrow has to come out again and what is even worse, a lion is fully capable of digging out a burrow.What with massive resources robbed violently from others? Lions prefer a prey which is easily found even if it is difficult to get at. This why warthogs find it usually much safer not to go for the perilous shelter of a burrow but to run for their lives. CORD runs to the people A warthog forgets small matters, but remember important matters, like where it's burrow is. CORD remembers where it's votes went. CORD remembers this country is its burrow.This does not mean that a warthog will never enter a hole when hard pressed, but in the case of lion hunt it rarely happens. It is also evident that warthogs don't actually feel secure in burrows; on being disturbed they react with utmost sensitivity.Warthogs are easily able to outpace any lion. Caution to Jubilee;smart lion treats warthog burrows like a loaded cannons.

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