An old farmer wrote to his son, Akpos
in prison.
"This year, I won't be able to plant
potatoes cos I can't clear the field,
I know if you were here, you would help
me".
The son, Akpos wrote back,"Dad,
don't even think of clearing the field
because that's where I buried the
money I stole".
The Police read the letter & the next
day the whole field was cleared by the
police, looking for the money but
nothing was found.
The following day, the son wrote
again, "Now plant your potatoes Dad.. It's the best I can do from here". One WORD for Akpors
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