It was pure daylight robbery

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They came over the fence when no one was looking and jumped into the room whilst Mama was at the store.

They thought they had chanced on wealth and riches.

They saw from afar a beautiful house, on the outside it was beautiful but when they broke into the house they were amazed at what they saw. Is this the house of a rich man they asked each other?
There was Water Dispenser and a Microwave and a Refrigerator. There was nothing they could carry away in the middle of the day.

They said to themselves, “there must be something of value that we can carry along and we would find it”. So they did just that. Upside down they did turn the house. Even the old dusty bookshelf was not spared. Mattresses were flung from their frames, clothes baskets were turned over.
They lifted, they turned, they searched and shoved but came up with nothing.

“Is this the house of a rich man?” they asked. There is no money and the floor is not even tiled.
They were dismayed! What is this that we have done? They cried and hit their chests in sorrow.They asked who came up with the idea to burgle this “House” in the first place. Kofi said Kweku, Kweku said Ali, Ali said Yaw.

In the end they were so tired of arguing that they took Daddy’s “This Way Chocolate drink”, Afi’s Printer and the DVD player in the hall. Alas even the Banku in the Kitchen was not spared.
That is how you end up if try burgling  a “Rich” Ewe man’s house.

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