No, I’ve not been sunning somewhere.
I’ve been working on a project that will be coming to you real soon.
Bear with me, please.
Meanwhile, this post is a primer to a post that will come up here the day after tomorrow.
I’ll be really grateful if you would share your thoughts.
You live on an estate comprising thousands of acres of cultivated land.
Yes, you’re filthy rich.
Just outside your property, on its fringes, lives an impoverished neighbour.
One morning, you are informed by your household staff that this neighbour is at the door, asking to speak to you.
He’s brought in to see you in your study.
He apologises for this uninvited intrusion on your time and privacy, then proceeds to tell you that he was clearing out some old stuff from his house when he chanced upon a document which he felt you ought to see, and hands over the document to you.
Even as you receive it, you see, at the bottom left-hand corner of the document a family seal that used to adorn many of your late father’s personal letters.
It is a hand-written document.
You immediately recognise the hand writing as your father’s.
The signature at the bottom of the one-page document looks so much like Dad’s.
The opening paragraph is so very much in the style of the old man’s.
You ask the neighbour if he has already read the document.
Seemingly nervous, he nods without saying a word
You now proceed to read the document.
It bears a date going back some 48 years ago.
And it appears to be a letter from your father to the neighbour’s father, also now long deceased.
By the terms of the letter, your father acknowledges having then received the sum of RM100,000 in consideration wherefore, your father agreed to sell a half-share of all the land that you now occupy. Your father further agreed that upon issuance of the final title to the property, after it had been duly surveyed, he would cause half the area to be transferred to your neighbour’s
What do you do now?