Akpos goes up to the Cotonou border on his bicycle.

Akpos goes up to the Cotonou
border on his
bicycle. He had over his
shoulders two large
bags.
The Customs Officer stopped
him and asked,
“What is inside the bags?”
“Garri”, Akpos
replied.
The Customs Officer said, “Let
me see. Come
down from the bicycle.” The
Customs Officer
took the bags and ripped them
apart.
He emptied them out and
found nothing in
them but garri.
He detained Akpos overnight
and had the garri
analysed, only to discover that
there was
nothing but pure garri inside
the bags.
The Customs Officer released
him, puts the
garri into new bags, lifted them
onto Akpos’
shoulders, and lets him cross
the border.
A week later, the same thing
happened.
The Customs Officer asked,
“What do you have
there today?” Akpos replied,
“Garri.”
The Customs officer does his
thorough
examination and discovered
that the bags
contain nothing but garri.
He gave the garri back to
Akpos, and Akpos
crossed the border on his
bicycle.
This sequence of events was
repeated every
day for four years.
At last, Akpos did not show up
again. One
day, the Custom Officer met
him in a drinking
joint in Cotonou.
“Hey, my friend,” said the
Customs Officer, “I
know you are smuggling
something. It is
driving me crazy. It’s all I
think about, I can’t
sleep.
Just between you and I, what
are you
smuggling?” Akpos sipped his
Hi-Malt and
replied, “Bicycles!”..