[dropcap]A[/dropcap] mini bus occupied by politicians was travelling at night along Lagos-Benin-Ore Road. Suddenly one of its front tyres burst at a speed of about100kilometres per hour. And the bus rolled over severally, spinning continuously into the bush and did not stop until it reached a farm land, where it was finally stopped by a tree.
Following day, police searched for the bus and eventually located it at the farm land, inspected the wrecked bus but found no single soul in it. Fortunately, the farmer, who owns the farm land was busy working nearby. The police went to him, exchanged greetings and had the following conversation with the old man.
Police: Were you around, when this accident occurred?
Farmer: Oh yes.
Police: Do you know the whereabouts of the occupants of the bus?Â
Farmer: O yes. I’ve buried them.
Police: Oh I see. Were they all dead?
Farmer: Well, I think so, although some of them were saying they were not dead. But I didn’t believe them, because I know politicians are liars.
Police: What?
