An old man lived alone in Cape Town. He wanted to spate his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Clemence, who used to help him, was in Pollsmoor Prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
“Dear Clemence, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won`t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I am just getting to old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love, Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
“Dear Papa, for heaven`s sake, Papa, don`t dig up that garden, that`s where I buried the BODIES. Love, Clemence.”
At 4 am next morning, the Scorpion unit, NIA agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
“Dear Papa, Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That`s the best I could do under the circumstances. Love, Clemence”
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