Living in a crowded apartment

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It’s been a while on here, I’ve not written in over a month. 

To the main gist, have you ever stayed in a one-room apartment?, the one they refer to as face me I face you? From the noisy neighbor that won’t stop playing very loud music, to the nosy one who has the gist of the whole house and the troublesome ones that run into the toilet or bathroom the moment they see you tying a towel or fetching water to bath or the ones who pour dirty water from upstairs and tell you sorry when the smelly water lands on your head or worse still they run inside to avoid been caught. 

The Sunday morning praise jam coming from different quarters, the occupants upstairs spreading cloth outside where water drops directly on your head, and the ones that just refuse to pay electricity bills and will find a way to connect to the power supply even if you disconnect it. Careless garbage dumps and eyesore dirty gutter, the one who throws newborn pampers around, those who have converted paint rubbers to potty, and so forth.

Then there are the clean ones who get irritated by it all and try their best to clean up.

This kind of apartment is fun to live in and always lively but privacy is difficult to maintain.





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