An Old Jamaican man lived alone in the country. Hewanted to dig hisYellow Yam and Sweet PotatoGarden, but it wasvery hard work as theground was hard.His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The oldman wrote a letter to his son and described hispredicament:
Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty badly because itlooks like I won'tbe able to plant my Yellow Yam and Sweet PotatoGarden this year. I'mjust getting too old to be digging up a gardenplot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know youwould be happy to digthe plot for me....
Love, Dad
A few days later he received a letter from hisson:
Dear Dad, Don't dig up that garden. That's where Iburied the bodies. Love, Vinnie
At 4 a.m. The next morning, FBI agents and localpolice arrived anddug up the entire area without finding any bodies.They apologized tothe old man and left. That same day the old man received anotherletter from his son:
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the Yams and Potatoesnow. That's thebest I could do under the circumstances.
If u blame life u blame who give it suh dnt blame life blame the wayhow u live it, God neva sleep him wake him nuh mek mistake suh blame it on u frends and in u surroundings weh fake