My Letter to The Landlord

Dear Landlord,

I write this letter to you in a sad tone. The fact that I did not get a room inside the campus does not mean that I am not entitled to any right. I am unhappy with what is taking place in this rentals. I was through with my classes at 6pm and I went see a friend. It rained and never came early. I come when it  was completely dark as I struggle with the mud on the road. On my arrival the whole place is darkness reloaded. The dropping thing had dropped and no one except you knows where to raise it. You claim that one of us uses a coil to cook but that is not me. I had to use my sense of touch to open the door. After a long struggle my door opens.I have no candle and I use mymulika mwizi to light my house. The battery bar shows me that my battery is about to go off and I have to conserve it. So I choose to stay in the dark.

My time to cook arrives. I have to do it in darkness. In my container I realize that I have no water. I approach the tank outside but it is even drier. Not even a drop. I should go and buy water from the point where that woman sells water but it is at night she probably have gone to his house. She has kids and a husband. So I resort to plan B. I borrow a jag of water from my immediate neighbor but he also tells me that he doesn’t have any. I move to the next one who gives me a half a jag water.

Bwana Landlord,

As I cook and I have to struggle to do it. I have to chop my onions and tomatoes in darkness. My knife slides and cuts my finger. I have to take heart. I cook in the dark. I am not even sure whether I have measured enough salt. Even the size of cooking fat I have used I have not seen it. I cook my ugali.I don’t even know if I have stirred the flour well. I have to discover that when while eating.My other neighbor arrives. He and his girlfriend  are from a drinking spree and they come shouting. He is complaining of insecurity, his new pair of shirt was stolen from the hanging line. I can neither read nor sleep Bwana Landlord. In the middle of the night I feel thirsty. I don’t want to wake any of my neighbors up. I have to remain thirsty till morning.

In the morning the first place I go is the loo. Where I have to queue because we are many more than the facility can accommodate. My turn comes and I get in only to develop a feeling of vomiting straight away. There is no one responsible for cleaning the place. It is so dirty and so smelly. The size too cannot  contain the size of my body.The door is below my neck.

The bathroom is the next place. I also have to queue. This life is becoming so difficult. I will give up soon and decide to relocate to another place if you don’t do something Bwana Landlord.

I prepare myself to go to school and as I am about to pass through the gate I meet you. Being the end of the month you ask me for money. Mr.Landlord, please give me time to think if I will pay you or I move out.

source:magazinereel