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I was years old when this very experience took place.

I had this neighbour who who had a compound full of mango tree. He was a very greedy person. Children had to practically sneak into his compound to steal mangoes.

This man, Uncle chase-chase as we usually called him, preferred to watch his mangoes rot on the tree and fall to the floor.

He had earned the name because of his habit of chasing children out of his compound.

The name turned to a nick name when he shortened it to ‘Mr Chase’ or ‘Uncle chase.’

It was only when he saw his compound littered with so many rotten mangoes, that was when he called children to plug mangoes from the trees.

But this rare offer wasn’t for free. We were also asked to pack up all the rotten mangoes on the floor and dispose of them too.

That was something we did with all cheerfulness because, we didn’t want to miss the next mango plucking offer.

But this particular Mango season was different.

Uncle Chase hired a truck, and hired boys to sweep the rotten mangoes from the floor. This was a sign that no child would have an opportunity to be invited to pluck mangoes again.

I was stubborn. Very stubborn and also determined. I decided to visit uncle Chase house and scale his fence at night.

I couldn’t watch mangoes go to waste like that.

So...