Tenant Tales: My landlord has ice water in his veins
My girlfriend, scratch that, the woman I had planned to marry, had just abandoned me, to the knowledge of our whole compound, including the Landlord and the bastard still had the audacity that same night to ask for his rent. I was so furious. What a wicked evil man.
Deola, my sweetheart, angel who would never raise her voice even at her oppressive bosses at her workplace, had just finished screaming at me. Calling me all the names under the sun. it was quite obvious that the whole compound had heard. Publicly, she assaulted everything about me, to the extent that she made insinuations about me being a man. I did all I could to keep her quiet. After all it was my fault. She had found an incriminating text on my phone and wrongly assumed that I was having an affair with a colleague at work. I tried my best to convince her otherwise but she was not interested. I tried to calm her down. I even called my colleague at work to speak to her that there was nothing between us. But instead of listening, my darling so abused her on the phone that my colleague was forced to respond making matters worse.
As Deola made to leave the apartment, I rushed to the front door to block her from doing so. Wrong move. She started screaming that I was kidnapping her. Started calling for the police and the neighbours to save her. I thought she would cool down after a while but she didn’t. Just as I was about to make way for her to go, there was a knock on the door. It was Pastor Kelechi, my neighbour who lived upstairs. I opened the door to see his worried face. Before he could even ask anything, Deola, stepped up her cries to another crescendo. I could not believe that this quiet girl could raise such a ruckus. Pastor Kelechi barrelled past me into the room. He tried to reason with her but she started shaking uncontrollably and he too raised the alarm. I guess that Dr. Kunle who lived next door to me and who obviously heard all that was going on had tried his best to keep out of it, and had no choice in hearing the Pastor’s shouts to also intervene. Eventually, Deola became less vocal.
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After a lot of talks, mostly from Deola, we settled the matter at my flat. After all the parties had left, I was alone with my thoughts. I was actually in a state of depression. Was my life of any use now? Even the land I had bought, I had bought in our joint names. I had forsaken all my family and friends who had continued to make wicked insinuations against this perfect girl, who had gone below her class to go out with me. I had no one to turn to.
Then the knock on the door. I rushed to open it, believing Deola had come to her senses and was coming back to give me another chance. I flung the door open, only to see my Landlord, who also stayed in the building on my threshold. He obviously had heard all that had gone on and was here to commiserate with me. I couldn’t be more wrong. In a matter-of-fact tone, he reminded me that my rent was expiring in a month’s time and I had to repay it latest today according to the terms of my Lease. I could not believe what I was hearing. I wanted to ask him if he had not heard and witnessed all that had gone on this evening but the look of utter contempt on his face stopped me. Furious, I told him to give me an hour to get his money. This sub-human being had cold water in his veins instead of blood and I was not going to give him the satisfaction of gloating over me for his rent. I had my sources and can raise the money. That was what I was going to do as thoughts of Deola faded from my mind.
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