Some years ago when I was in campus, I could spend some days at my brother’s place during the long holidays.
I was a rudderless young man so I spent most of my days shooting pool and drinking keg.
We used to play “killer”, where you played against a couple of guys and the one who pots the balls with the highest marks in total wins.
I consistently lost money. Not because I was not skilled, but because whenever it was time for me to shoot the ball that would win me the money; my hold of the cue stick became feeble and my mind became clouded. I often felt dazed at the critical time and missed even the easiest of the shots.
I remember, whenever I was about to lose my last coin, I could utter a prayer asking God to help me win. But God would hear none of it.
One day after playing the whole morning, I came back to the house for lunch. I opened the padlock as usual and when I entered the house, I did not see the TV and the DVD player at its usual place.
I was shocked and thought I was dreaming. But because I’m stupid, I assumed that since the padlock was not broken, it must have been my brother who came back and took the items. So, I brushed the idea to the back of mind and went back to playing pool. Somehow, I did not contact my bro to inform him of the incidence.
When my bro came home in the evening he was flabbergasted to say the least. He later reported the matter to the police.
Given the story, the police concluded that I’m the one who stole the items. So they asked my bro to let them arrest me and finya finya me kidogo so that I can say where I took the items.
My brother refused and told them that his brother may be a fool but he is not a thief.
Life is life
Fabio