My Shameful Little Steal

“Sheri!!!”, I stopped as I heard my aunt screamed my name. Something told me she had seen the little bag of rice and a bottle of oil I kept in the bag covered up in rumbles behind the door. I ran down the flight of stairs with gripping fear ready to be dragged through the rabit hole.

In my aunt’s hands was the bag containing the food I intended to take with me as I came to the end of my weekend stay. It was on a Sunday, my returning-home day. The ground sank under my feet while my aunt expected some explanation on her finds.

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The Tale of my Cousin and his theft.

My cousin came to live with us when he was just 5. I  do not remember the circumstances that surrounded this transition to our house. However, I remember he got enrolled in a school nearby. He was a likeable fellow and was never tired of running errands. He was good at chores and would outsmart everyone at tidying up the house or doing the dishes. He loved dancing and could tell tales everyone enjoyed listening to.  He was creative and entertaining. He was very good at negotiation. He was popular among his peers. He was playful, lively and jolly.

At around the age of 8, my cousin’s bed-wetting habit began. He would  wet the bed 5 times within an 8-hour sleep. With him, nothing worked. From bed-wetting, my cousin started stealing. He would steal from his friends, school, neighbours and people he did not know. He began stealing just for the fun of it. My cousin w stole things he needed and things he didn’t need. He stole a box filled with keys one day and he did not know what to do with keys of different sizes! (more…)

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