I met a good friend today, Femi by name.
He’s a lawyer and if he’s not careful I would give out his surname because I insisted he went for family planning he wouldn’t listen.
Anyway, that’s not the story.
He’s been telling me he was finding it difficult to move house because his rental agreement was coming to an end for the home where he lived.
So when he informed me he finally got one, I just had to see him and shared beer with him.
I was curious as to how he managed to secure an accommodation with his civilian army of 12 children.
He laughed and said as I already knew no one would rent a home to him once they knew his children because the children would destroy the home.
And he could not say that he had no children, he could not lie.
After all, lawyers cannot and do not lie.
So, he had an idea, he sent his wife for a walk to the cemetery with 11 children.
He took the remaining one with him to see homes with the real estate agent.
He liked one of the homes and the agent asked, “How many children do you have?”
He answered, “12 children.”
The agent was expectedly shocked and asked, “Where are the others?”
Femi answered, with a sad look, “They are in the cemetery with their mother”.
And that’s the way he was able to rent a home for his family without lying.
I was speechless, and right on that spot, as a man of God, I decided I must review being friends with lawyers henceforth!
No one should come and teach me I how to lie my way into hell fire.