CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 6 If Alhaji was not a retired clearing and forwarding agent, he would probably have been a military man. He survived the incident like a soldier on the battlefield. My landlord is a cat with nine lives. Alhaji returned home and became relatively quiet. I was one of the few people who understood … Continue reading My Landlord and I #7
CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 5 I contacted a friend who is a pharmacist to inquire about Alhaji’s chances of survival. He directed us to a sophisticated hospital in town that specialized in kidney-related issues. I encouraged Alhaji to remain positive while we made preparations to visit the hospital. Malcolm Clinic proved to be truly amazing. It could best be … Continue reading My Landlord and I #6
CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 4 The following day, I left a message for James to meet me at Cubana bar around Ikeja. It was a few minutes drive away from my home. Thankfully, the road was free and the weather, favourable. I ordered my favourite drink as I waited for my friend. Cool country music … Continue reading My Landlord and I #5
CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 3I returned to my flat and reflected on Alhaji Alowonle's statement about me making a good son-in-law. To whom? Was he matchmaking his daughter and I? Did he really mean those words? How could he be certain a Christian would want to settle with the daughter of a popular Alhaji?Hunger came knocking. I cooked noodles, … Continue reading My Landlord and I #4
CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 2 The agent and I departed the premises. When we were finding our way to the main road, he asked if I really loved the flat or I was trying to make the landlord feel cool. 'What do you think?' He quickly quashed my question with a confused facial expression. 'I am not good at … Continue reading My Landlord and I #3
CLICK HERE TO READ EPISODE 1 On the 15th day of May, around 4:45 pm, one of the agents I had contacted accompanied me to see the landlord. An old man from the balcony sighted us as we entered the compound and greeted him. He joined us downstairs and started interrogating me like an FBI officer. … Continue reading My Landlord and I #2
Growing up in the city of Ibadan, I had a first-hand experience of what Face-Me-I-Face-You could offer. It offered the good, the bad, and the ugly. Imagine sharing the single or double bathrooms, toilet, kitchen, PHCN bills, compound cleaning, and every other thing you can conceive. I had no choice at the time but I … Continue reading My Landlord and I #1
'I can’t find my ATM card.' Matthew said. His voice sounded weird...like he was irritated. The way he looked around the room and at Ini with dark angry eyes spelt doom. Her heart beat with trepidation. Before Ini uttered a word, Matthew loomed over her, raining painful blows and kicks. She fell to the cold, damp floor … Continue reading A Short Story: The Confidant
