Angel Chidiebube Mbaoma @angeltalented

It was my first time moving to this new location, having relocated from my former apartment to this building. On my first day there, the weather was delightful; it didn’t rain, and everything felt cool and comforting. However, the very next day, the skies opened up, and that was one of the most challenging times in my life.

Rain poured down relentlessly, and I soon discovered that the roof of my apartment was in terrible condition. Water started seeping in, and it wasn’t just a few drips here and there; it was gushing through the cracks. I watched helplessly as water pooled on my bedside and cascaded onto my bed. It was a disastrous situation.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep as I battled to control the incoming water. I tried to reposition my bed, hoping to find a dry spot, but it seemed that no matter where I moved it, water droplets continued to leak from that angle.

When I got tired of the whole process, I decided to go and meet the landlord. When I met with him, this man wasn't making any sense. He told me that I would have to pay for it, even after I'd already spent a significant amount trying to move into a new apartment. Everybody in Nigeria knows that house agents often siphon money from their clients, and I had already spent a lot—nearly twice the amount of the lodging fees. So, I wasn't willing to spend any more money on anything related to the building itself. I tried to make my landlord understand this, but he wouldn’t budge. He insisted that I pay, fully aware that I had no other option. It was stated in the house agreement that once you moved in, there would be no refunds. This was a tough situation for me.

Well, two days passed, and I had to contact his specialist for help to fix the water leakage on the roof.

I am a good cook, and everyone who has had a bite of my food can testify to this. However, yesterday, when my friends came over, we had plans to go to the market together. The idea was to enjoy some quality time while we prepared delicious dishes as friends—it was supposed to be a fun outing.

Before we headed out, I decided to whip up a quick dish of jollof rice. Since I was in a hurry, I didn’t follow my usual meticulous cooking methods. In fact, we all expected the rice wouldn’t turn out well, especially since I was skipping many of the usual ingredients and condiments.

But when I finished cooking and the water in the rice dried out, I served it on plates, and to my surprise, it was even better than the rice usually make with all the proper ingredients! The taste was rich and delightful, catching everyone off guard. My friends couldn't believe it as they chanted praises.
I knew that the food coming out that way was only a mere luck😀 but who will leak the secret?

Today, I was walking home from a friend's place when I noticed a car following me. It had been trailing me for at least fifteen minutes before I registered it. To be sure, I deliberately changed my route. The car followed suit, diverging right behind me. I took another turn and again, it followed my movements. Then, I started to run. That's when the car stopped.

A young man came down from the car, he called out to me, but fear had already taken hold. I stopped, keeping my distance. Seeing only one person in the car, the driver who had been following me, eased my terror slightly, but I still hesitated. He pleaded with me to approach, but I remained where I was, close enough to hear him, but not close enough to feel safe.

I could bet it was an admirer but he had already made an impression and it was clear that if I hadnts picked up pace, he might have followed me until I reached my house, isnt that creepy?
He was looking fine for a man and even though he repeated that he was carried away by my beauty that he didn't want to loose sight of me, I had defined him as a creepy person and all he said to me passed right through me.

At last, I gave him a fake number and continued my journey before he could utter another word.