I’m just angry right now, believe me, spiritual stuff is real. I newly moved to a place not up to 4 months, but it’s just as if I’m homeless. You know in a compound, you will likely have one neighbor that you roll with. This neighborh moved into the compound 3 months before me. To cut the story short, after spending about a month there, my new neighbor started giving me the whole update. He said he and the former occupant of the flat I moved into were not really close. Sometimes they don’t even greet each other, according to him, but the day the former occupant was moving out, he was having issues moving all the stuff because his wife was pregnant. So, he joined him to carry some stuff to the bus, then they exchanged numbers. Most times, according to him, the former occupant of my flat would chat with him and ask about the compound and how things are going.
So one day, he opened up to my new neighbor and was like if he didn’t tell him what’s going on, the guilt will kee him because he didn’t expect my new neighbor to help him when he was packing and he was shocked based on their relationship. He narrated how he lost his lands and money and so many problems there. He went to do some finding, and he was told if he wanna progress in life, he should pack out. When he told me, I brushed it off with faith, but things have really been difficult for me. I haven’t faced this kind of hardship before. I have even lost my shop just in the space of 3-4 months. But I kept going, and now a second neighbor started packing again, and this guy said he will find a way to talk to him and find out if it’s similar issues why he’s packing. At first, he was skeptical to say things, but behold he narrated everything to him, and it’s the same thing that in under 1 year he’s lost so many things, including lands.
He said someone can’t progress in that compound. All my faith and everything I believe in disappeared because it’s one thing for one person to say something, but it’s another thing for 2 people who don’t know each other to say the same thing, which means there’s an epitome of truth there. I was really weak. It got to a point, to even eat is a problem, no money was coming in. I had to make preparation to run to my friend’s place to stay and look for money to pack, even if it’s a bedsitter I will move in. My plan was when I return; I will just pack. I’m really angry. It’s so painful knowing that you have a house, and you are afraid of going there because hearing all those stuff has messed up with me mentally. Now it’s just as if I’m homeless. I’m just praying that God should find a way for me to make money and move out immediately. I’m in pain. Why would people have this kind of icked heart towards their tenant? People are wicked.
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