The king thanks giving

Summon the people of zomuda to the place king Hala orders his messenger, let everyone that default my order go ferociously punished. 

It was the period of giving presents to the king as it is done annually but not imposed on the citizens, this was implemented by the government of the former monarch Hala father. 

During the reign of his father King Keith, the region was always sky blue as he loved sharing the national cake with his subjects. 

The community opted to give him food and other items for his benevolence. During the annual festival of zomuda, Keith does take a toll on every corner of the city to see how his subjects are fairing before the main at the centre of the village square, he does this with some gift items awarded to the less privileged, this made the village people to vehemently cast their eggs in King Keith basket. 

Hala was the crown Prince but his mother was a bone of contention to his father, coaching Hala against being inhuman and empathetic. All this she does to be at the top of the league after her husband, her nasty and dreadful act inhibits his husband from eating from her pot because she attempted poisoning the king due to her hunger and thirst for power. To date, the community has vowed no queen should cook for her husband. 

During the sixth reign of King Keith, that evening, he was out of health as his health made the whole town have their heart in their mouth. Meanwhile, Hala and her cruel mother were eagerly waiting for his last breath, they became the catalyst to his health deterioration. The villagers wished for his quick recovery but all efforts made by the doctor and the villagers were fruitless. After wrestling with the sickness for an ample time,  he gave up the ghost. 

He was mourned for about 720 hours after his funeral. Before king Hala coronation his mother schooled him to her selfish interest which made him a sharp sword in the neck of the people of zomuda. The community gathered for his coronation while the King's men await in the Palace, he told his mother now that father is no more, the destiny of zomuda and her people is in my palm, I shall make them eat their vomit and my reign will be a thorn in their flesh, "that's my boy his mother applauded him". 

"I am a little bit nervous," Hala said. "Don't worry my king," his mother tapped him on his shoulder, encouraging him. "I am at your disposal for mentorship."

There were a series of groans in the Palace as the King's men had exhaustively waited for his arrival, "he is here," one of the men said nervously. Meanwhile, his appearance converted the fair weather to a cloudy state and everyone seems quiet as being in a cemetery. He has crowned the new king of the town and he made his laws abruptly as he converted his late father's favourite law to a hand full of sand in the villager's mouth.

The annual food items for the king are compulsory and must be scrutinised before coming into the Palace, defaulters will be executed by hanging a falling palm tree. 

He Summoned the community for his food baskets as instructed by him. 

A widow brought a skinny basket of food including some blind men who can't fetch food items from the farm. 

"Mother!! Four people defaulted," Hala said to his mother.

"Bind them hands and feet," his mother suggested, "blindfold them as well, remember you are the king and a king is a lion in his jungle, you must not go back on your own words, have them killed."

These words caused Hala to develop cold feet, "do it, don't let your words use you, use your words now. Make your subjects  know  you for your  words." Hala made a strong fist and ground his teeth together. He tried manipulating his decision but his mother was a bone in his throat. He groaned as he squirrelled into his cottage, talking to himself. The dog never went back to his vomit, he said as he commenced his action on executing his people. 

"My goodness this act of witchcraft is out of this world, how can a king fall a palm tree for his peasant subjects to suspend?" One of the guys whispered within himself. 

Hala later came out of his cottage and ordered for the punishment to be executed. At this point, his eyes were red hot as Vulcano and his blood boiled, his face said it all to the witnesses there. The defaulters were led far from the town and the palm tree was cut for them to catch, the palm tree, too heavy, crushed them to their death. 

The king's action sent the people of Zomuda to fright, causing them to wonder how to understand the odorous and debilitating act of the king. The whole clan were in dilemma and very quiet, but Hala owed them no explanations as he strongly believed. His mother commended his stinky effort but nobody dared to confront him, not even his adviser on what he has done. 

His soldiers were living in fear at the moment, "did you enjoy the service you discharged today?" He asked one of his men as he smiled at him, "y.. yes we did," as he replied fidgeting, "good, do have yourselves entertained," he uttered, trying to make his men believe he is kind-hearted. 

One of the King's men, Sir Poker was deep in anger; he was so curious to confront him but his mind was cold to his action. 

"I cannot be a wash dog in my own clan while I let this boy freeze the town. Something must be done to amend his wrongdoings, his actions must be orchestrated by somebody," but he was clueless that the king's mother was the brain behind the king's mischievousness. 

"My husband, what's the problem?" sir Poker's wife asked in a meek tone, "Who are you talking with?"

"Hmmm!!!! I believe you are aware of the cold murder perpetrated by his majesty, right? He turned to his wife with a scary face, "this was not how king Keith ruled the clan, how can a poppy like him put up such an ugly act? What will be his decision the day someone will default the kingdom rule?" Mr poker angrily hopped into his room as it was bedtime in the evening.