Once upon a time there was a Fisadi. He lived in a land called Fisadistan. In that land flowing with milk and honey people starved and thirsted yet Ufisadi was the way of life. Mafisadi milked and milked their fellow wananchi. The people complained and complained about Ufisadishaji. But the heads of Majifisadi rarely rolled as they stashed vijisenti from the public coffers far away. Every other time the Fidastanians flew out there in gangs to check out the loot. All along a big shot in high places kept saying Kufisadi means something else in the dictionary. Once in a while the people tried to strike against Fisadism. But the wrath of Ufisadism left their heroes half dead. When aspiring Vijifisadi tried their luck they were taken care of so that justice against Ufisadization is seen to be done. After all they were only little pawns in a grand game of thrones dominated by the Jifisadi.
