The Strange Stranger: When Trouble Moved In
Stranger, lstranger, stranger!!! Stranger from a foreign place visited our house, saying nothing, seated almost near us.
Hmm! An old woman, who appeared nice but was a killer wanting to be found, trailed by the police.
She met Mr. Darkarabo for an apartment in our compound. Since both of them were from the same town, Mr. Darkarabo accepted her and immediately took her to the landlord. Soon, this woman paid for the rent, including the agreement fee.
She brought her loads to the house, and we welcomed her with open hands. We didn't even know where she came from.
When we asked for her previous apartment, she said, “Agbede transformer in Ikorodu.” Ma! Ma! Agbede what!!! Okay, ma! We didn’t even bother; we helped park her loads.
So, we became friends with this stranger of a woman. She soon brought her first kid, her granddaughter. Next, she invited one of her daughters called Shola. Shola dressed like a male child and had tattoos all over. My first impression of her was against my upbringing as a Christian. But Mama never had a tattoo, looking at her.
Everybody was living peacefully, not until Grandma began to hit the walls 🧱 every night. It was a two-storey building, and we lived in the apartment directly above her. My mum always said that she was disturbing her. At first, we thought it was a one-day thing, but soon it became regular. Something was strange about this strange stranger.
One night, we knocked on her door, telling her that the noise was too much. Instead, Grandma responded with anger 😠. “Na me dey disturb you abi my hammer. Con talk to hammer now.” My mum could not take the response; she went upstairs and did the same. Fire for fire. There was tension in the house, and my mum accused Mr. Darkarabo of bringing a woman who looks like a prostitute to the house 🤣😂. Common, it wasn't a funny thing.
I don't know how Grandma heard about it. That night, Grandma drank a lot of ogogoro, or let me say alcoholic drink. She soon started shouting with no shirt on. “Anybody who says that I am a prostitute go die.” She said to us that she will go naked for us and many other things.
Mr. Darkarabo went to beg her, and Grandma changed it for him. I mean she turned deaf ears.
The once loving house became a den of fire. Shola was no different; we heard that she used a knife to get someone injured in a club beside our house. Soon, she invited her son, who then invited her daughter-in-law to the house. Soon, a house meant for one became a house of many.
As if that was not enough, she brought another girl, her 6th female child, to the house. She was a tomboy. News brought it that Grandma was indeed a prostitute with no husband. All her children were for different men.
When my mum heard of it, she said, “Yes, I said it.” African mothers assessing another grandma who is not ready to give up prostitution.
Grandma knew that all her secrets were gradually being exposed. Soon, news came that they had actually committed an offense in Agbede transformer before she came to our area.
Also, Mr. Darkarabo died, and some of his properties were being sold by the son of Grandma — another man's property.
People around us told us to be careful.
Someone told us that she had poisoned an elderly man, which led to his death.
Hmm! The following night after the spread of the news, a truck came and carried their loads.
All images for this story were sourced from Gemini AI.
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