Arrr! Zimbabwe be shiverin’ in their boots, thinkin’ the US be leavin’ the WHO, sinkin’ their HIV hopes!
2025-01-22
Arrr, matey! Zimbabwe’s purse plunderer be frettin’ that if the Yanks be jumpin’ ship from the World Health crew, the doubloons for fine lands like his might be walkin’ the plank! A right pickle, I say! Har har har!
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round, fer I be havin' a tale from the far-off lands of Zimbabwe. It be known that the treasurer o’ the realm, the finance minister, be raisin’ a ruckus ‘bout the mighty U.S. ship sailin’ away from the World Health Organization. Aye, he be frettin’ like a parrot with a thorn in its foot, fearin’ that such a withdrawal be causin’ aid cuts to their shores!He be thinkin’ if the great U.S. be hoistin’ its sails and leavin’ the good folks at the WHO, the bounty o' treasure that be flowin’ to countries like Zimbabwe might dwindle faster than a sailor’s rum ration in a storm. “What’ll we do without our doubloons?” he be shoutin’, clutchin' his compass with worry, as the thought o’ empty coffers danced in his noggin.
In the land of Zimbabwe, where the sun shines bright and the folks be hearty, they be needin’ all the booty they can muster to keep their health shipshape. So here’s hopin’ that the U.S. finds its way back to the fleet, lest the good people of Zimbabwe be left high and dry, and we don’t want that, now do we? Yarrr, let the winds of fortune blow favorably, or we be walkin’ the plank o’ misfortune!