I've not been at home for quite sometime now, going for shows here and there. Reports reaching me from our neighbourhood is that three men were on a plane, the first man threw a rock down, the second man threw a block down, and the last man threw a bomb down. When the plane landed on the ground, the men started walking down our street and saw a woman, Mama Baby crying. As gentlemen, they asked her why she was crying and she said a rock fell from the sky and landed on her cat, quicki, and now her cat quicki is dead. The men told her they were sorry to hear that and walked away. The next house they came across on the road another woman, Madam Rhoda was crying. They approached her and asked why she was crying. She told them a block fell from the sky and landed on her dog, Element, and now her dog Element is dead. They told her they were sorry to hear that and walked away. The next house they came across on the road they saw my uncle, Uncle Orue laughing. Wondering what was funny they asked him why he was laughing, he replied; As I came outside to pick the vanguard newspaper dropped by the vendor this morning, I farted and my house bombed.
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