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Not In My Blood

It is not my fault. Not in my linage, not in my blood, how to make things disappear as I pass close to other peoples things or items not mine or cherished possessions, not even in their absence, things not my own, not belonging to me, for I am not a magician. Was not born a kleptomaniac. I guess I'm good at leaving things behind, instead of stealing them. They disappoint me, hurt my feelings. What can I say, like those elite ones in public office embezzling public funds or rather stealing it. What a humiliation   for the family, or the embarrassment to the friends of such a one. I cover my face in shame because of people like that. It's not in my blood, I cannot condone such people. A thief is not a thief because he stole, a thief is a thief because he steals. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

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