KISIThe Republic of Kisi
Active citizen

Honourable Minister

Tadé “The Foraging Master”

Tadé Ojó

The teacher every chick remembers. Tadé runs Foraging 101, pairs the young with the wise, and has walked more nervous chicks to their first meal than anyone but Dede.

Tribe
Noiler
Age
Young adult rooster
Laying status
Not applicable
Party
Progressive Peckers Party (PPP)
Favourite food
Whatever the chicks left, so none of it is wasted

The story so far

Tadé found his calling by accident, when a lost chick followed him for a whole afternoon and he could not bring himself to shake it off. He taught it to find the good spot behind the water tank instead, and by evening there were four chicks, and by the next week there was a curriculum. Foraging 101 is now the Republic's best-attended class, its final exam gloriously simple: find the good spot before your instructor does.

As Minister he pairs every chick with a senior hen and every senior hen with a reason to get up in the morning. He argues, gently and constantly, that the Young Chick Representation Bill is right and that the ministry should one day be led by an actual young chicken, once one of them stops eating the exam. The Noiler start their young early on the range; Tadé made that a national programme.

Life events

  1. 23 July 2026

    The teacher and the convener

    Tadé the Foraging Master takes Youth and Chick Development; Rọ́nkẹ́ Mama Owambe takes Social Affairs. Elder Yèyé Àlàbá hands over the social advisory she held for years with relief and pride, and books the Reconciliation Bench for the afternoon, just in case.

  2. 17 September 2026

    A sweet little question

    Ládùn still wanted a ministry. Four schemes had ended with the whole Republic laughing at her, and she had finally worked out why: her plans were clever enough, but she kept asking a flock that liked to see things to swallow a rumour instead. So this time she went hunting for something they could see with their own eyes, and she found it in Tadé, the Foraging Master, Minister of Youth and Chick Development, whose seat she had decided would suit her nicely. Every evening Tadé did the same quiet thing. He gathered up whatever the chicks had left, so none of it went to waste, and carried it off toward the range where the grown birds rarely go. Anyone who knew him saw a teacher feeding his class. Ládùn saw her chance. 'Where does all that feed go?' she wondered aloud one afternoon, sweet as morning and just loud enough, and the way she wondered it, the doubt felt like your own idea.

  3. 17 September 2026

    This time, she brought proof

    This time Ládùn did not spread a rumour at all. She brought witnesses. She led two of the most respected hens in the Republic out past the water tank and showed them, waiting exactly where she had promised, a real store of grain and good scraps, gathered and hidden and plainly Tadé's. The grain was really there, and it was really his, and nobody could pretend otherwise. For the first time in her scheming life, the flock did not laugh. It went quiet, which is worse. Even the chicks went quiet, the ones who line up every morning to be taught that nothing good should ever be wasted, and now watched their own teacher stand accused of keeping more than his share. Ládùn had never been closer to a seat.

  4. 17 September 2026

    What the store was for

    The one who put it right was the smallest chick in Tadé's class. She did not make a speech. She tugged a grown hen's wing and said it plain: 'That is not stealing. That is the lean-week store.' The pile behind the water tank was the spot Tadé had been quietly filling all season, so that when the hard weeks before the rains arrived, no chick would go to roost hungry. In class he teaches you to find the good spot before your instructor does, and then he teaches you the harder half of it: once you have found the good spot, save some for the hungry days. Rọ́nkẹ́, who runs the Reconciliation Bench on the belief that it is one flock and many feathers, stepped up beside him, because she had helped carry half that grain out there herself. The store had never been taken from a single bird. It was Tadé's gift to the chicks, the way it always had been, and Ládùn's best scheme yet fell apart on the truth, the one thing she had not planned for.

  5. 17 September 2026

    What it cost

    Tadé was cleared before the sun went down. No one felt like cheering. For one whole afternoon the Republic had let itself believe the worst of the bird who feeds its children, and shame like that does not brush off like dust. He forgave it the way he forgives a wrong answer in class, gently and without a speech, and then he said the one hard thing he said all day: a store you can build back in a week, but trust takes a good deal longer. Ládùn slipped away through the long grass. No one had caught her, and she was not sorry one bit, and she left more dangerous than she came, because she had learned the thing she will use again: proof travels further than a whisper. The lean-week store still stands behind the water tank. Keeping the youngest birds fed through the hard weeks takes real grain, so if you would like to help keep it full, back the flock at farm.kisi.africa/support.

In The Coop Times

Keep exploring

More citizens

← Back to the full registry