Akpors went to the Cotonou border on his bicycle. He had over his shoulders two large bags.
The Customs Officer stopped him and asked, “What is inside the bags?”.
“Garri”, He replied.
The Customs Officer said, “Let me see. Come down from the bicycle.”
The Customs Officer took the bags and ripped them apart. He emptied them out and found nothing in them but garri.
He detained Akpors overnight and had the garri analysed, only to discover that there was nothing but pure garri inside the bags.
The Customs Officer released him, puts the garri into new bags, lifted them onto Akpors’ shoulders, and let him cross the border.
A week later, the same thing happened. The Customs Officer asked, “What do you have there today?”.
Akpors replied, “Garri”.
The Customs officer does his thorough examination and discovered that the bags contain nothing but garri. He gave the garri back to Akpors, and Akpors crossed the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events was repeated everyday for four years. After some time, Akpors did not show up again. One day the Custom Officer met him in a drinking joint in Cotonou.
“Hey, my friend,” said the Customs Officer, “I know you are smuggling something. It is driving me crazy. It’s all I think about, I can’t sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?”.
Akpors sipped his Hi Malt and replied, “Bicycles!”. The Custom Officer fainted!
ONE WORD FOR AKPORS THIS TIME?
The Customs Officer stopped him and asked, “What is inside the bags?”.
“Garri”, He replied.
The Customs Officer said, “Let me see. Come down from the bicycle.”
The Customs Officer took the bags and ripped them apart. He emptied them out and found nothing in them but garri.
He detained Akpors overnight and had the garri analysed, only to discover that there was nothing but pure garri inside the bags.
The Customs Officer released him, puts the garri into new bags, lifted them onto Akpors’ shoulders, and let him cross the border.
A week later, the same thing happened. The Customs Officer asked, “What do you have there today?”.
Akpors replied, “Garri”.
The Customs officer does his thorough examination and discovered that the bags contain nothing but garri. He gave the garri back to Akpors, and Akpors crossed the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events was repeated everyday for four years. After some time, Akpors did not show up again. One day the Custom Officer met him in a drinking joint in Cotonou.
“Hey, my friend,” said the Customs Officer, “I know you are smuggling something. It is driving me crazy. It’s all I think about, I can’t sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?”.
Akpors sipped his Hi Malt and replied, “Bicycles!”. The Custom Officer fainted!
ONE WORD FOR AKPORS THIS TIME?
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