King Ebola

My son he now rules our land. A great tyrant for a king. He has made his decrees known; shake hands with no the other Lest he grabs and sentences you to death. this my fathers' fathers' fathers and I did without fear. Yes we love the dead, Respect the dead, Care for the dead and leave living men suffering. When I die today, my son, Yea you can mourn me but let no man wash me. Let none lay me in state clad in expensive clothes my living form never merited. If you dare touch my corpse the king will order for your slaughter. My son, here are goats sheep, chicken and cattle Why swirve obstacles through the wild hunting monkeys and bats? Dare eat any, and our new king will hang you. There's no need live in fear Let's pray he's destooled by the whites as they did to nananom of old He abolished our culture But my son. Was it for good or bad? Answer !