..AND THOSE MUST BE THE NIGERIANS...

2:23pm and I was at the Brent Cross house behind the mall after series of laziness and skepticism about whether I wanted to make the move or not.. You see, I was brought up like a guy, and that means being quite disorganized for a lady... and late! I walked to the house. It was a little white house with a little red gate and from what I could see, it had a huge backyard.. "Perfect for summer" I thought. Quiet street, (too quiet actually) not so posh but not bad... not bad at all. 
So I called up the landlady. "hello ma'am, this is Chizoba again.." I greeted. "Oh hello darling! are you at the property now?". "yes ma'am, I am".. "you're a little late" she replied. "so sorry ma'am, I had quite a hard time locating the place" I lied. "ok, no worries, I'll be with you in a bit, I have to go pick up my daughter from school and I will be back in 10 mins.." she replied. "shit, now I'll have to wait outside here for 10mins" I thought.. "Oh its totally fine, take your time" I replied "I'll wait..".

12mins or so later and after hoping all the cars that passed by would be the landlady, this little car went slowly past me and parked at the house across the road. Then a little Indian lady got out of the car and came towards me. She was 5 feet or less, not sure because I was 5 feet 7 inches and i felt like a giant compared to her, she looked really small. She could have been about 40yrs or somewhat.
She had a wide smile as she walked towards me "oh sorry for keeping you waiting darling.." she said "I had to pick up my daughter from school". I hadn't really noticed when the daughter got out of the car anyway so I just told her it was okay and we could get on with it.. I could get used to this "darling" thing, I thought.

My room was upstairs, a little box room that could fit a single bed and a closet, there was a reading table and a chair by the only window in the room.. I know houses in London were small but C'mon!! my room back in my Nigerian village was 3 times this size!
So anyway, she went about telling me all about the house and the house mates and showed me around.. She was really chatty, while I was practically not listening to half the things she was saying. The house wasn't my kind of place. It didn't quite fit my taste... yes, even on a budget. So I told her I'd think about it and thanked her for her time.

I went over to spend the night at my favorite buddies' Shashank and Osho, they are Indians and so far were the best people I'd ever met. They belonged to a band, Shashank was a guitarist and lead singer, and Osho was a drummer with very long hair. Every time we went out together all the African girls would comment about his hair, and would ask when he would cut it. They were ready to pay a huge price for his hair.. The thing is, Osho could get any girl he wanted because of his hair. Only problem was he is Singh and he was shy. We were crazy together, the three of us and I loved them to bits.. Plus I needed a place to think about the house because everything in me didn't approve of that house.. but for some dumb reason I was already tired of house hunting and therefore I had to think... and Shashank's house was THE place to think..

The next day I called up the landlady and told her I would take the place because frankly, I was tired of searching and we made arrangements for payment and I moved right in. While she was leaving she said "There are some Nigerians down stairs who go to your school. Wale and Timi, they are good boys and you'll love them! but there are only boys in this house though, I've always wanted a girl and you seem like a nice girl so welcome..". "Great then.. thanks. I'm good with boys, I don't mind.." I replied. It was past 9pm and I had classes the next day so I was tired from all the moving and went straight to bed after arranging my belongings..

I think It was about 2:00am when I woke up to the sound of someone opening the door, then footsteps, plenty of them. Then voices... and then suddenly like a jolt of thunder, the loud music of DBanj vibrating from the walls! followed by so much laughter and loud talking. AT 2AM??! Now I was fully awake.. am sure everyone else was too.. I rolled my eyes in disgust.. "and THOSE must be the Nigerians.." I thought out loud as I put my pillow over my head... So much for a good night's sleep.