I was a kid, 15 or thereabout, when I bought the first radio I had in my life. An Aboki sold it to me. When I got home I switched on the radio and it talked for two hours then I told it; For the whole day you have been talking, your throat must be dry and thirsty. I then ran to Mama Nkechi's place and bought a cold pure water. I poured the water into the radio and all of a sudden, I heard nothing from it again. I then said; Good! This radio's stomach is now filled up so much that it has fallen asleep.
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