I thought being chief meant keeping the fire going, building huts, getting rescued.
But no one listens. They want meat. They want games.
Sometimes I wonder if the grown-ups would’ve done any better.
#ChiefOfWhat#NoOneListens
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I tried. I really tried.
Rules, fire, shelters, votes.
But maybe the island wanted something else.
I hear the conch in my dreams. Then I wake up, and it’s gone.
#Goodbye#ChiefNoMore
🐚 The conch still means something.
It gave us order, a way to speak and be heard.
Without it, we're just noise in the jungle.
#LetTheConchSpeak#OrderMatters