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  • Letter To My Landlord

    Letter To My Landlord

    Letter To My Landlord

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    📖 ✍️🧎 Letter To My Landlord:

    Dear Able Landlord, It’s me victor, the tenant you gave double quit notice the other day. I don finally pack. Yes! I pack today. But e get small confessions wey I wan yarn you laidis:

    1. Ireti your daughter don get belle! Yes you read that right, and na me give am belle… no vex!. The way e happen sef I no fit explain, e even shock her sef… we no plan am like dis. You be my fellow man and I hope you understand say na accidental discharge… e fit happen to anybody, but I promise say e no go happen again. I for like be ur son-in-law but you’re a bad man. Yes!
      1. Bingo your dog no lost, na chop we chop am!
        I know say dis one go shock you pass bcoz we follow you search for am. No be only me chop bingo, we dey three. Me, your caretaker and one other hausa man. Oga LandLord, bingo sweet die!… I use am cook soup, cook rice, cook stew, even use am cook beans. Omo! the dog get natural oil for body… And i know say you go dey plan to lay curse on me, the curse no go work, bcoz I pray before I chop am. I know say I bad, but you see that your caretaker? na evil man. Him get liver collect the lion share despite say na me bring up the idea… can you imagine?

      2. Oga Landlord, I know say when you
        return from your journey you go dey find your keke. The thing be say I sell am dis morning. Money bin no too dey my hand and I suppose settle one or two agent for this new compound I wan park into, no too reason am.

    The iron condemn man bin dey price am 25k but I say nooo. How I go sell Keke wey still dey in good condition for 25k? e no good na.

    So Las Las I come add ur wheelbarrow make everything be round figure. So the iron condemn man come later pay me 30k for everything. Na the money I use transport myself, and na from there I go take cook soup when I reach.

    I drop 2k under your door mat, so when you come you carry am hold body. E no good say I sell your property without dropping something, my conscience no go allow me rest.

  • My Landlord’s Daughter

    My Landlord’s Daughter

    My Landlord’s Daughter

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    🤷 My Landlord’s Daughter:

    I sat on the sofa in my landlord’s parlor, trying to comprehend the message he had just passed.

    “Marry my daughter, and your 6 months rental arrears will be wiped off.”

    I was still deep in thought when his mucusy voice wafted in the room.

    “My daughter lives in South Africa, and she is an Mm… Mm. Kai. I forgot —”

    “MMA fighter,” a voice cuts in.

    I peeked at the entrance, and I saw this tall brusque man with a stone-like face, huge biceps, and a huge thigh,

    “My boss, good evening,” I turned to the landlord. “Sir, you never told me you had another son.”

    The landlord’s wife giggled.

    “No, she is our daughter.”

    I took another glance and muttered confusingly.

    “Wow, your daughter is a she in a he clothing.”

    The landlord chuckled,

    “It’s the nature of her job.”

    She cuts in

    “Dad, I will take it from here.” She moved towards me and stretched her hand for a shake. “I am Benita, but my fans call me stretch marks.”

    Her palm was like that of a chimpanzee. The grip was painful. I heard my hand bones creaking. I concealed the pain to avoid disgrace.

    “Why are you called stretch marks?”

    “You know I am a mixed martial art fighter planning to go to the WWE this summer.

    So, my punches are so strong that they give my opponent a stretch mark.

    Recently, the woman I punched in the chest… her heart got a stretch mark, and the punch I gave wasn’t strong, though.”

    My heart beat quadrupled, and I began to sweat all over. I knew I had met my angel of death in human form.

    “So, I think you both should go out and sort things.” The landlord suggests.

    “Oh. Sir, don’t mind. We can sort things here.” My teeth clattered, and my legs shivered.

    She glared and tapped me on the shoulder, my joint nearly dislocated.

    “I think we should go out and see what you got. My parents said you are a heavyweight champion in boxing. It would be my pleasure to spar with you.”

    I was surprised. I cast a confused glance at my landlord. He gave me a strict look. Out of fright, I responded.

    “Ok. Sure. Anthony Joshua was never my match, and I will prove that to you. Common go fetch the fighting gears.”

    She hurriedly went inside, and I cast a final glance at them.

    “Papa, u say I b boxer?” Tears trickled down my chick.

    Then, the landlord’s wife chuckled.

    “If he says you are a boxer, then you are a boxer now.”