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THE SAN ((I’m Poor As A Church Rat) Episode 3

THE SAN ((I’m Poor As A Church Rat) Episode 3

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THE SAN ((I’m Poor As A Church Rat) Episode 3 The next Day Daniel introduced Linda’s mother to Barrister Barry, the property lawyer at Jones & Barry. Her reluctance to accept his help was understandable. But Barry had decided to help, practically undercharging them. He expressed his pleasure at helping Daniel out. Too bad they couldn’t have him at the chambers. A month later NLNG called. He had been short listed for a preliminary test in Port Harcourt. He couldn’t believe his luck! Excited, he borrowed some money from a friend. He would go to Asaba to see his mum and probably spend a day with her before heading on to Port Harcourt. He hadn’t seen her in a while. The test centre was crowded but well managed; there were so many candidates, so the test was done in batches. Walking
THE SAN (I’m Poor as a Church Rat) Episode 2

THE SAN (I’m Poor as a Church Rat) Episode 2

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THE SAN (I’m Poor as a Church Rat) Episode 2 “Danieli dey house?” The landlord asked rubbing his palms together and licking his lips at the sight of Linda. She hissed and folded her arms across her chest. “Baba, e dey sleep, I no fit wake am.” “Ehn, ehn? Ok now. When e wake tell am say we get talk, hmmm?” He stretched his neck trying to get a glimpse of the room. Linda blocked his view and ground out, “Ok I go tell am.” She turned and slammed the door in his face before he could say another word. “That your Landlord sef no get liver. What’s his problem?” “Linda, I hope I’m not in trouble o. What if he decides to kick me out?” Daniel said coming out of hiding. “Don’t worry, you’ll move into my house.” She sat on the bed again crossing her legs, a mischievous smile on her
THE SAN (I’m Poor as a Church Rat) Episode 1

THE SAN (I’m Poor as a Church Rat) Episode 1

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THE SAN (I’m Poor as a Church Rat) Episode 1 He peered into the sachet through the lacerated edge. Sucking at it vigorously, he drained the last drop. The 35cl sachet of water did nothing for him. His throat was parched as the Sahara. He had walked all day, yet nothing. He looked down at his dust covered shoes and shook his head. I’m poor, poor as a church rat. He crumpled up the polythene sachet and threw it in the rusted recycle bin. He wondered what percentage of whatever goes into the bin ever made the said process. He at least tried to keep the city clean. One good thing if God was counting. The sun was high up now, glowing in all its fury. Sweat glistened on his near bald head, he wiped his entire head and face with his faded handkerchief. Turning the corner into the dirt r
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