At this point the son of the man, the son whose name was Bu and through whom the act of stealing was first birthed began to think deeper while still on the mountain of the skulls. He began to think of a way by which he could take by force all the things that had been deprived him in his father's house. He sat and adjusted himself every now and then trying to make up a way by which he would enter his father's compound and then do something terrible to the man and to his siblings. He was actually the first to ever think of starting something that deadly and he decided with a sigh of relief to do exactly what he had thought of and then he sprang up to his feet and then there was a smile at the corners of his lips, smiles of someone who had found a way to be free from the pain that engulfed hi
