King of Kings!

Before you assume this is me spouting about the real King of Kings (I am a card carrying Bible thumper), it's not.
This is about Africa's chase for unification.
An idea is in place to pursue a United States of Africa á lá USA, but here's the thing; Africans have long had this failure to relinquish power and also to demand - for lack of a more appropriate word - respect.
So in comes Colonel Muammer Gaddafi, President of Libya. True he was the first to openly float the idea of uniting Africa after the failure of OAU and as such he believes he should be top dog. Anywho, at the latest summit to deliberate this move he referred to the african leaders as kings of their respective countries (read kingdoms) and suggested that when Africa is united, he - of course - should be referred to as 'King of kings'.
As is to be expected, prior to his declaration the leaders were nodding in agreement until his bombshell. You could have heard a pin drop. But like the so called silence before the storm, it didn't last everyone was up in arms. Suddenly it had become such a bad idea and all were opposing it. Not directly of course, that's not the African way to oppose someone with power; they just began dilly-dallying around the issue. Wasting time.
When he realised his fight would have to be fought another day he sashayed out of the summit - fez cap, dress and all.
African leaders are odd like that, they go for summits to deliberate unifying Africa but pussy-foot around the situation in Darfur and the tragicomedy that is Zimbabwe. Did you know that somewhere in the world right now there is a nation with a 1,000,000,000 currency note, a nation where everyone is a billionaire but all are poor, a nation where it costs 50,000,000,000 cannot buy you a loaf of bread or a bus ticket - Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you (drumroll) ZIMBABWE. So when do we actually debate deposing the summamabeech (RIP Bernie Mac).
Maybe tomorrow.
Ciao all.
As always, Me.