It was the raining season, i saw myself swimming in my dream, only to wake up to being soaked with water while still on the bed.
Hold on there, don't get it mixed up, it wasn't urine but flood!, yes flood, like my house was basically flooded with water!😕. I only see this on T.V but witnessing or experiencing it was way far from what i expected. The landlord scammed us was the only thing i could think of, like how could he build an apartment in a swampy area and still have the mind in bring in tenants to pay hugely during the dry season, To show how caring and concerned he was all he did was to stay in his apartment, pretending like nothing happened.
From raising all items on the floor to the kuchen slab to packing the little clothes we could lay hands on because as confused as we were, we knew we needed to vacate the place for a while and also the water was already getting above my kneel-cap. My sister made few calls and we got a friend of hers who was ready to take us in just as displaced as we were not minding how far the distance is from our place of work to her apartment(Festac to 7up, toll gate... Two different extreme ends in Lagos )
At first, i tried juggling going to work every weekday and to the barber shop during the weekends, but then, my boss at the barber shop started complaining of how fatigue i easily became while in the shop to the point that i suddenly broke down with illness due to stress and restlessness. Going back to resume at the barber shop, my boss didn't seem to believe i was ill all along, he concluded i was just trying to avoid work and he gave me a hard time, but not to forget he still wasn't instilling the knowledge of barbing into me. I knew something wasn't n't right but decided to keep my cool. There came a day he unconsciously spilled it out to one of his clients that has been on my case and wanted me to go out with him that he knew my absence from the shop for those period of time wasn't because i was sick but because i went visiting my boyfriend (pheeeeeew).My boss wasn't an upright person when it came to moral standards and values, sometimes he advised me to go out with big men (his clients) who were obviously married and had kids that were old enough to be my aunt's and uncles. and the single ones that appeared boxed up he tried to initiate closeness between us. Though i had no parent and appeared an hustler, but one thing i was taught was never to sell my body for money and to make my money the legitimate way, but this my boss didn't understand because he was too money conscious and as the only female barber he had, he saw me as a means to an end if you understand my point of view.
He took out his frustrations on me subsequently and blamed me for being a bad market (a whole me), but as fate would have it i couldn't get enough.
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