My Landlord and I #1

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 vowed to grow up and live in a conducive flat. My hatred for gossips in the earlier setting was legendary. The lack of privacy is another thing, unnecessary noises (either from the radio or growing up kids) was like hell, and bachelors loved to play deafening songs. But we survived.

Further down the line, I left home for my tertiary education. The school hostel, which is another form of Face-Me-I-Face-You was endured. I didn’t forget my vow. I envied the students in private flats. If living in a mansion was Revelation, staying in a flat would be a nice Genesis. So I thought.

Then I earned my degree, served my motherland, and landed a job immediately. My job afforded me a tour from Ondo state to Sokoto state and Lagos state. Housing is a major issue in a mega city like Lagos but I secured a flat after working for a few years.

I am proud to say I stayed with relatives for a while in the flat which was a shared room for the boys. My eyes were still on the big picture. Those days were mere bus stops. The destination was ahead of me. In between changing jobs, I knew I was ripe to move out to get my dream flat.

I found some estate agents and informed them about my preferred choice of accommodation. I told them that the house should not be far from my office. If there was anything I hated in my early life in Lagos, it was the stress level which begins with the early to rise and late to bed mantra. I should be smarter after staying in Lagos for a while. And yes, I got a place that met my specifications.

A fenced house, proper ventilation, borehole, good road network, tiles in the kitchen, a bathroom, a spacious sitting room, reasonable electricity, security in my ‘hood’, and a friendly landlord. On a sunny day, I met my landlord to negotiate and agree on certain terms and conditions before making payment. Almost everything ticked.

In the next episode, you will read what transpired between my landlord and I.

Thank you for reading.

What do you think would transpire between the author and his landlord?

See you on Wednesday for Episode 2.

About the Guest Author

Awopegba Theophilus is a seasoned banker. In the last decade, he has worked in four leading Nigerian banks and still counting.

He is a fan of Chelsea Football Club and a gentleman who may leave banking pretty soon to pursue teaching.

You can read about him here.

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