Mr. Sanusi, my neighbor, is a banker and hardly returns home on time.
He worked from morning till night, most times, he returned home at midnight.
I happened to live very close to them, this was because the apartment I rented was the only one left in the estate.
We shared and exchanged pleasantries everyday and we had a relationship that was in good shape.
Mr. Damian, the driver to my neighbors’ children also had a good relationship with almost everybody that lived in the compound.
His work ethics with my neighbor Mr.Sanusi,was what nobody living in our estate knew or could detect easily.
Mr. Damian returned home to stay with Angel my neighbor’s wife after dropping the children in school, almost everyday of the week.
I, myself and other faithful neighbors started showing concern to our brother who knew nothing about the new policy given to Damian, the children’s driver by his wife angel.
It was on a tuesday morning after dropping the children in school as usual, Damian.
turned his wheels and drove home to stay with Angel the way he normally did.
I and other concerned neighbors questioned ourselves.
“Does it mean that this Damian is madam house boy and driver at the same time?
“He must be over working himself and is not good with a young guy of his age. We were all left confused and floater with lots of thoughts”.
Damian, spent like four hours that very day, and left the house to pick up his boss children from school.
We all observed to know if he will spend such hours again as school had dismissed. but no, Damian zoomed off immediately after dropping the kids.
I and the other neighbors decided to track Damian and Mrs. Angel because it was becoming too overwhelming.
So, i visited Mrs.Angel’s apartment the next morning after Damian left to drop the children.
In her flat, I sat with her for some hours, we went into a brief chat to keep ourselves busy.
There, in her room, I shifted the curtain without her knowledge, because I knew too well that, Damian will be coming shortly.
Few minutes after, I left the room and returned to my apartment, it wasn’t quite long, Damian, drove in and went direct to Mrs.Angels apartment.
As usual, they spent much time in the house, to be sure of what they were doing, I moved closer to the corner where the curtain was shifted to, and zoomed my camera quietly.
I wasted additional two hours to record all the actions, but to my greatest surprise, after the recording, coming to play it, it was a powerful prayer session they had and in it was nothing close to my thought and imagination.
Then I knew that, it is good to mind my business and not to interfere on what doyes not concern me.
Written by David Nsien
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