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Nobody can imprison your mind

An old farmer wrote a letter to his son in prison. "Son, this year I will not plant cassava
and yam because I can't dig the field, I know if you were here you would have helped me".

The son replied his father "Dad don't even think of digging the field because that's where I buried the money I stole".

The POLICE & PRISON'S on reading this letter 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 "Dad you can now plant your cassava and yam this is the best I can do from here."

Dad replied "Hahaaa my son, you are too powerful indeed, even in prison you still command police men to work for me. I was so surprised to see the IGP and his team holding hoes and shovels, digging my farm. I will write to you when I want to harvest."
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MORAL LESSON🎯 : Nobody can imprison your mind. Don't laugh alone. Share with others

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