I am inside my room hearing noise outside,i came out seeing our landlady shouting with her big bowl mouth,Where is my pant? Where is my pant? The pant that i sprade here to dry,dont tell me i am living with thiefives here..Our landlord came out too hearing his wifes voices,already on his outfit for work,other neighbours were out already surprised,everybody were murmuring,how come pant is missing? Even though its missing,what will they do with landladys pant thats question everyone were asking themselves..I hope is not what i am thinking,landlord said,i heard they are using womens pant to do money ritual,everybody shout ehhh..landlord continued,i will take my time and search, anyone found in their room will rotin in jail but if i found you all innocent,no house rent for you for the whole year..He began searching from one room to another after all searching nothing were found,he is sweating heavly,he deep hand inside his pocket to bring out handky and pant fell down,his wife shouted thats my pant,he fainted