Laughing Jackass and Abacha's Loot

We cannot but crack jokes about the seemingly bottomless nature of Abacha's thievery that's annually returned in tranches to the nation's coffers. For if we are to seriously consider the monumental consequences of that monolithic raping of our collective patrimony, it'll stretch the limits of our sanely existence. So, for our sanity, we appeal to humour.

And in our humorous inebriation, the loot is relooted. On the brighter side, it only implies, we'd have more to, not spend, but laugh at tomorrow, laughing jackasses that we are.

*insert false laughter here*