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There once was a village chief named AGF. He was known for his wisdom, but he was getting old.
One day a young ambitious man appeared before him. “AGF, I challenge you to a public contest”. He said “I will ask you one question, If you cannot answer correctly, I will become the chief”.
On the contest day, the whole village watched with anticipation. The young challenger asked, In my hands is a bird. It is dead or alive.
The crowd grew silent, knowing the implication.
If AGF said “Alive”, the young man would crush the little bird. If he said “dead” he would let the bird fly. Either way, AGF was trapped.
AGF thought for a moment, and then replied, “The life of the bird is in your hands”.
Like the living bird the life-saving promise of the “Moringa tree is in your hands.
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