LATEST REPORT FROM TRIBEMASTER
Tribemaster has been busy getting presents for his Mall Rat buddies and Tribemaster is tired and stressed out! Well, the other night Tribemaster had an amazing TRIBAL dream and I would like to share this with you. This is a Christmas poem that I dreamed about written by Clement T Tribemaster… and it goes like this…
“It was a great Tribal Christmas and throughout the town
The Tribe peoples were smiling -there was not even one frown
Amber had tied ribbons in her Zulu knot hair
And Chloe hoped Saint Nicholas soon would be there
The Mall Rats were nestled all snug in the mall
Even Bob the dog was asleep as the snow began to fall
And Ebony in her kerchief and Lex in his hat
Had just settled down for a long long nap
When out on the roof there arose such a noise
It woke all the Mall Rat girls and Mall Rat boys
And away to the roof Bray flew like a flash
While Patsy and KC devoured a hidden chocolate stash
The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow
Shone brightly on the Tribal gathering below
When what to my wandering eyes should appear
But a figure that inspired passions and fear…
A police car on the roof, its horn gave a hoot
I knew in a moment – somehow – it must be ZOOT
No one knew how he returned – we were at a loss
As ZOOT shouted out “Now Power! Now Chaos!”
“On Chosen! Take the city! Let’s conquer again!”
“To the railyard! Inside the mall!
“Now dash away, Mall Rats, dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before a tornado do fly
The magic police car floated into the sky
And to the highest part of the mall it then flew
A police car full of Locos – and ZOOT too
The Mall Rats ran inside to safety and left the roof
They ran faster than Bob the dog or even Bluebell’s hoof
And I, a panicked Tribemaster, was running around
Then down the staircase came ZOOT with a bound
He was dressed all in leathers from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of Loco things he had brought along in a sack
And he looked mean and serious – somehow Zoot was back!
His eyes, how they twinkled! His goggles were shiny
And we all cowered in fear and felt really tiny
What was he going to do in the mall – that’s what we wanted to know
Would he stay for long – or would he soon go?
He was tough and primed, this was no Christmas elf
And I shivered when I saw him, in spite of myself
Then suddenly a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon let us all know we had nothing to dread
He spoke “power and chaos” then turned without a care
And put wrapped presents in the mall everywhere
And laying his finger on the side of his nose
He shouted “Locos!!” and up the stairs he rose
He sprang to his police car and to his car gave a shout
And the police car with him flew away with no doubt
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
“A Tribal Christmas to all – and to you all a good night!”
Keep the dream alive,
Tribemaster
www.tribeworld.com
Nobody knows the real identity of “Tribemaster” but one thing’ s for sure – “it” lives in Sector 9 of the city and sends updates, gossip and information from Tribeworld, and we are publishing “its” messages here on the Official Tribe website.
On occasion, you might even be able to talk or find some messages from Tribemaster on the bulletin board. If it is safe to do so, Tribemaster will do its best to answer any questions – and who knows, one day the revelation might even be given to the question that is now being asked around the world – what is Tribemaster? Who is Tribemaster?