My neighbor feeling hot part18/30/2023 ![]() The voice persisted “It’s no worry, let me take one from you.” “You’ll fall oh, let me help you.” I couldn’t see where the voice came from, so I continued walking. As I dragged my bags up the stairs heaving furiously with every step I heard a soft voice. The smell of our building always gave me a warm feeling, a reminder of home, my safe-space. The residents association seemed to always be in the middle of renovating or painting some part of building, so the stairway took on a distinct odor. Most afternoons would be spent inspecting old pictures, sitting in the balcony, making up stories for people who walked by, or watching repairmen toil below. ![]() I had learned to spend my alone time reading or exploring our old apartment building. I mostly liked the silence, it was something I had come to terms with as an only child. My father was a pilot who was hardly home and Mama was a mortgage banker who did not return till evenings on workdays. This meant that there was never anyone home to greet me after my journey from Jos. For some reason, I always came back from the teaching college in the afternoon.
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