AN INTERNAL DEMOLITION

Immediately Layo and his mother left, my mother got up, dusted her flat shoes and wore them while adjusting her side bag. She left without uttering a word. I went inside the kitchen and boiled water to make tea. After taking the tea I made, I took a bath and cooked lunch. I was about going to the bar when our landlord walked in. Our landlord is a huge bearded man in his late sixties. He is dark and always gave a hard look. He loves wearing an overall black gown which covered the soles of his feet. The toddlers and children in the neighborhood flee at the sight of him. They called me the ‘Devil.’. He barely smiled and had only few acquaintances. He is old and unmarried. “Good morning Oga Landlord.” I said. He didn’t reply but went straight to Mama Funke’s door and knocked. “I am done greeting this man.” I told myself. Mama Funke carefully opened the door and said “Come inside please.” “I will stay right here.” He maintained. “If you say so.” replied Mama Funke. “When did you say you