When The Mind Can't Be Imprisoned

An old farmer wrote a letter to his son in prison.

Dear son,

This year, I will not plant cassava and yam because I can’t cultivate the field.

I know if you were here you would have helped me.

Yours sincerely,

Your Dad.

The son replied his father.

Dear Dad,

Don’t even think of cultivating the field because that’s where I buried the money I stole.

Yours sincerely,

Your Son.

Upon reading this letter, the Police and Prison officials went early in the morning and dug the whole field in search of the money but nothing was found.

The next day, the son wrote his father again.

Dear Dad,

You can now plant your cassava and yam. This is the best I can do from here.

Yours sincerely,

Your Dear Son.

His Dad then replied.

My Dear Son,

Wow, you are too powerful indeed. Even in prison, you still command police men to work for me. I was surprised to see the Inspector General of Police and his team holding hoes and shovels and digging my farm. I will write to you when I want to harvest.

Yours sincerely,

Your Grateful Dad.

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