An unfortunate man told his better half, I’m weary of being poor, I will work abroad.
In this way, he took off to Africa. A couple of years after the fact, he returned.
As he moved toward his home he got staggered by the extravagant and rich look of the house.
He thumped on the entryway, and the worker opened.
“Is the housewife in?” he inquired.
The worker answered: “One minute.”
The spouse emerges: Wife: Goodness, my man, looking sharp as a rich man after these years.
Spouse: Prepare to be blown away. I’m rich.
Spouse: How?
Spouse: I went to Africa, and found individuals strolling with no clothing and resting on sand …
Spouse: I went to Africa and found individuals strolling with no clothing and resting on sand so I started to make and sell clothing and beds.
Because of the popularity, I got rich quick.
Spouse: A man, with your entire existence, needed to go the whole way to Africa, making beds and clothing, to get rich, and I’m a little lady that remained here, without clothing and on a solitary bed… I got Genuine rich.
This makes positively no sense. Stop this nonsense.