Dealing with tricksters

It was a quiet and dark Thursday evening (there was a power blackout), and I was taking a rest in hostel. Suddenly I heard a hard knock on the door and on opening; I met a tall, dark, slender human figure.

It was a quiet and dark Thursday evening (there was a power blackout), and I was taking a rest in hostel. Suddenly I heard a hard knock on the door and on opening; I met a tall, dark, slender human figure.

“My father is dead,” were the words that popped out of him. I got closer to him to get a better view with the help of the phone screen light to confirm it was not my buddy Samson or Albert. Relieved that it was not one of them, I asked, “Who are you?”

“I am Denis,” he said, proceeding to tell me how his father succumbed to diabetes after a short battle. He added that he was supposed to be home but it wasn’t possible because of lack of finances.

It was at the end of the semester and I was broke as was usually the case, for a moment I got that miserable feeling one gets when they fail to help someone in need.

Then I started to wonder why God didn’t give me all the money in the world so I could save the plight of such creatures.

I explained to him how I didn’t have any money ,and  I asked  him to try his luck out with my landlord, and he did.

The next thing I saw was my land lord charging at Denis with a club, and he (Denis) sprinted for his life like a kangaroo.

On return, the land lord explained that Denis has made it habit to “kill” his father so as to fleece money from unsuspecting people.

Now this incident reminded me of another similar one but this time, a man faked blindness and sat on the streets to beg.

As usual he put a plate in front of him to gather the coins (and notes), always making it a point to leave only a coin so as not to give potential donors a feeling that he had collected enough.

Suddenly a pick pocket appeared; he straight away started waving his fingers right before the blind man’s face to confirm he really was.

He then quickly dipped his fingers into his victim’s pockets, picking out almost all the money.

Before he could take two steps in flight with the loot, “the blind man’s” hands were locked onto his neck. “Drop   my money back or else I pull out your throat.”  Dude gave back the money as his trousers got soaked with urine.

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