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I saw a post asking people what the weirdest rule was that their landlord had given them; I went down memory lane and remembered a certain landlord I had. He didn’t have rules, rather; he had this wicked trick up his sleeves…
I took this picture on November 29, 2015 in the self-contained apartment I had just moved into in Asaba. It was a great deal I got, in a city where landlords preferred to collect 2 years rent upfront.
The landlord here told me that they lived like a family and if I ever needed anything, I shouldn’t hesitate to ask. They even brought me his birthday rice even though I didn’t attend the said birthday.
A month into my stay, I woke up to notice that the water was not running from the tap. I went to his flat to make a complaint and he told me that the borehole had a fault and they’re working on it. But in the meantime, I should buy water from him (he sold water to people in the area).
As a show of kindness, since I was his tenant, he told the sales boys to sell to me at a discount. I didn’t think anything was wrong until a neighbor told me that there was nothing wrong with the borehole.
This man was using us to do business; he would lock the pipe that supplied water to the tenants so that we would buy water from him.
Since my own apartment was a stand-alone one, it’s own feed was different. I quickly went to take a look and to my chagrin, it was indeed locked. I unlocked it, went into my house, and voila…water gushing from my taps.
Wow!!! My ‘nice’ landlord was not so nice after all! I played it cool and pretended to not know what was going on.
The following morning, it was locked again…I used the water in my reservoir and went to work. When I got back home, he summoned me and asked ‘worriedly’ why he hadn’t seen me buying water. I told him that I still had water in my reservoir; he sounded pleased.
So here’s what I began to do, when it’s nighttime and he goes indoors; I come out, unlock my pipe, use water for whatever I need to use it for, fill up my reservoir and lock it again.
I did this until they got tired and opened the pipe up by themselves.
I have always been one to solve problems with the least amount of confrontation…
By Hazel AjuamiweCopied I saw a post asking people what the weirdest rule was that their landlord had given them; I went down memory lane and remembered a certain landlord I had. He didn’t have rules, rather; he had this wicked trick up his sleeves… I took this picture on November 29, 2015 in the self-contained apartment I had just moved into in Asaba. It was a great deal I got, in a city where landlords preferred to collect 2 years rent upfront. The landlord here told me that they lived like a family and if I ever needed anything, I shouldn’t hesitate to ask. They even brought me his birthday rice even though I didn’t attend the said birthday. A month into my stay, I woke up to notice that the water was not running from the tap. I went to his flat to make a complaint and he told me that the borehole had a fault and they’re working on it. But in the meantime, I should buy water from him (he sold water to people in the area). As a show of kindness, since I was his tenant, he told the sales boys to sell to me at a discount. I didn’t think anything was wrong until a neighbor told me that there was nothing wrong with the borehole. This man was using us to do business; he would lock the pipe that supplied water to the tenants so that we would buy water from him. Since my own apartment was a stand-alone one, it’s own feed was different. I quickly went to take a look and to my chagrin, it was indeed locked. I unlocked it, went into my house, and voila…water gushing from my taps. Wow!!! My ‘nice’ landlord was not so nice after all! I played it cool and pretended to not know what was going on. The following morning, it was locked again…I used the water in my reservoir and went to work. When I got back home, he summoned me and asked ‘worriedly’ why he hadn’t seen me buying water. I told him that I still had water in my reservoir; he sounded pleased. So here’s what I began to do, when it’s nighttime and he goes indoors; I come out, unlock my pipe, use water for whatever I need to use it for, fill up my reservoir and lock it again. I did this until they got tired and opened the pipe up by themselves. I have always been one to solve problems with the least amount of confrontation…🤓 By Hazel Ajuamiwe0 Comments 0 Shares 15K Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment! -
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The One I Loved Back Then by George Jones
I stopped off at the Quicksack
For some beer and cigarettes
The old man took my money
As he stared at my Corvette
He said, "I had one just like her son in 1963
'Til the man down at the bank took her from me"
Oh, She was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean, every young man's dream
She turned every head in town
She was built and fun to handle, son
I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one I loved back then
Then, I handed him my keys and said
"Here take her for a spin"
The old man scratched his head, and
Then he looked at me and grinned
He said, "Son you just don't understand
It ain't the car I want
It's the brunette in your 'vette that turns me on"
I had one that was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean, every young man's dream
She turned every head in town
She was built and fun to handle, son
I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one I loved back then
Lord, she was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean, every young man's dream
She turned every head in town
She was built and fun to handle, son
I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one I loved back then
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