My newest neighbour, Bako, works with the Presidency. Tall, goodlooking, dark and walks with a swag. He said to me proudly
“So you are omo yoruba. I served in Federal Poly, Ede some years back. Then i worked with Nassarawa state University for a while before getting my present job at the presidency.”
I don’t like people who work with the presidency at all. My former neighbour also works with the presidency and she behaves like Sango, the Yoruba god of thunder. Even as a bloody tenant, she behaves like a landlord. She locks the tap and opens it at midnight when witches and wizards are busy at their meeting. You must have read her story here.
So, ever since Bala moved in, he sometimes make me stay awake at 12am tossing and turning on the bed while loud music streams into my ears.
I thought clubs were meant for this purpose. He refuses to go to club, instead he makes me listen to “osinachi” -whatever that means. I pinged a friend to ask for the name of the artist who sang the song but she couldn’t give me a clue either.
The good news is that he is married( but living single). So, whenever wifey visits from Kaduna, we have peace.
Now, all my neighbours who don’t work with the presidency are busy putting to bed here and there. You dare get pregnant when you don’t even work with the presidency? Abeg, who does that? Who gets pregnant in a year of recession? Why can’t people at least wait till next year before they get preggie.
A naming ceremony is supposed to take place tomorrow but so far, everywhere is dry. No sign of jollof or eran didin to come.
It is well