Photocopy, Carbon copy Or Lookalike

Photocopy Or Carbon copy Or Lookalike
Please, is it a crime to look like someone?
It's a question but if I'm the one to answer this question, I would say yes and no.

Alexandr
It is a yes because police can always be on your neck when someone you look like happened to be an armed rubber. Kelvin was chased day in and day out for something he did not do. He kept on running from one house to the other and even his name has been published as *wanted”. At a time, he disguised himself by changing his look to be exactly like a woman.

He kept on finding the gentleman who committed a crime in his name. One sunny day, he forgot that he was being chased and went out to enjoy himself. Then he saw in the news that the culprit had been caught. But then he went to the police station to see for himself and asked the policemen why they were chasing him for something he did not do. He got to the police station and all the policemen were shocked to have seen someone they had captured.

They captured him and flogged Kelvin so hard. He was saying, “It's not me. I'm not the culprit, I'm only here to see the one who made me run for my life day in and day out”. He forgot to tell them that that person was his lookalike. They brought him to the front of the police station and asked him, “How did you escape from the prison? Did you have a charm?”. He was weak and tried to answer because he had gone through serious flogging.

The policemen went to check the cell only to see another of Kelvin. They had to apologize, but then he was brutally dealt with.

I think looking just like someone is also a crime.
I went to visit my brother in the city for the first time. When I got to the park, I discovered that some people were running. I didn't know what they were running for, so instead I joined them in the race. I got to a point where I had to ask myself, “Why am I running?”. Not only that, but I turned back and saw people approaching. To me, it means no one was chasing these people, why then were they running? As they moved closer to the people approaching, they picked a race in the opposite direction. I looked around and did not see anyone approaching. I decided to join the race.

The more I ran, the more people ran away. Even some guys who were smiling as they approached began to run. “Did I carry something offensive? Or did I excrete on my body?” These questions kept running through my veins. I disregarded them and moved on to my destination.

I got to a place where they were burying a young-looking lady. Not only that, but I guess she was my age. As I approached, everyone in the compound ran away. I still don't know why they were running away from me. I wanted to run, but something made me halt and observe critically. Likewise, I saw my poster pasted very close to the coffee. What!!! Is this why they are running away from me? But who placed my picture here and when did I take this photo? I was shocked and later discovered that she was just my lookalike.

When I got to my brother's house, I met the unexpected. My brother had called my parents that I was late, and he saw me on the news that I had an accident and was declared dead. So, when he saw me, he jumped up and began to run. He ran very fast to his room, as he could not go out of the house. I was right at the doorpost. The windows have protectors. I told him it was me and the dead person was not me, but someone else. He could not believe, but at a time, he drew closer and packed some dried sand. He sprinkled the sand on me. This was when he later believed that I was alive.