I don't have a good number of heists I have done. But I'm one who has had the honour of practicing the craft of theft many times.

My courage to practice the craft of course was tempered when one colleague I started the trade with was 'burnt' just outside his mother's home, to death.

We all know that the law is an ass because it is one of those fictions of masukuma. A few people come and take our land and indoctrinate all tom-boy's that everything around belongs to them and that we have to ask them to give us alms.

If they give us crumbs, then those crumbs are ours. If they find us with anything they haven't given us then we are not good people.

Among the natives, only one managed to go to school. His name was alimama. And because his mind was corrupted enough - he passed all his exams and went on government scholarship to the zombieland yard - he was given a G3 rifle, a whistle, and a Carton board house, and a brief to find the 42 brothers or 'Anake a fothe tuu' and either kill or convert them to zombiesm.

And I, el pytho, was given the task of finding alimama and turning him or if he refused to cooperate, exterminate him.

Cheki maneno shasha... cheki manenoooo