MY EXPERIENCE WITH A HOUSE AGENT

We went to inspect an old house that a client was interested in buying. A sophisticated marketing lady led us to the property. 

From the gate, she walked confidently into the compound while we followed behind. She began by showing us the grounds and the old interlocking stones.

When it was time to see the main building, she, acting as the chief princess, led the way and opened the front door. The house was cold from being locked up for so long without any air circulation. You could smell that the insects were having a public holiday in there.

This marketer lady went upstairs to one of the rooms while we were busy inspecting the most important part of the house, the kitchen. Suddenly, we heard a loud shout from her.

One of my guys rushed out and sprinted towards the gate at full speed. The two of us who were slightly more confident rushed to her location, filled with fear. We burst into the room and found her standing completely still, frozen in terror like someone who had seen a dancing ghost.

Fear had stolen her voice, so we scanned the room with our eyes but could see nothing just an empty space with old painted walls. We looked directly into her eyes, searching for answers. She then used her hand to point at a cockroach by our feet.

I looked at this lady; her body was full of piercings. Her ears had three, her nose was pierced, and I'm sure even her belly button was probably pierced. Here was a woman who seemed like she could face a knife, but she couldn't stand a cockroach.

What kind of iron princess can't fight a cockroach? Ladies, oh una too do! We both just left her standing there and went to look for our guy, who by now must have crossed the road and been halfway back to his village, running from the "iron cockroach" lady's shout.

Until the moment when will shall dance in white Greater Grace.

Oyugbo Osagie Jonah