COMMENT | The leader and the flock are soaring over the horizon above the clouds. In its squawk language, the order goes out: “Go and check it out.” Many drop their heights for a better view. A handful hit the ground on a reconnaissance mission.

All report the vulnerability of the prey - a friend albeit a temporary one, now viewed as a foe in efforts to seizing power and taking control. “All alone. No support. Easy makan… sap sap suey,” confirms the feedback.

The war drums are beating on the ground. The flock smells blood. The sounds are rumbling in the wilderness. Almost everyone has heard it except the prey or he has pretended not having heard it. His own congregation have gotten the message – loud and clear.

They have abandoned their abode knowing that deals can’t be made with the devil – the vulture. They run helter-skelter – noiselessly to save their own skin and lives. The prey can only retreat into its burrow and wait in its safe haven. For how long? All alone – abandoned by the drove and can only hope to stay alive until the danger abates. It’s not going to be easy...