Every one comes to a phase in their lives when they have got to live with someone. There is nothing more delicate than being a house mate dependent on another’s benevolence. There is always friction, which, if not well treated, can lead to breakdown of relationships.
So, my character from my work in progress, the American returnee has got to stop sleeping at the Federal Palace Hotel. He moves in with his chick, actually his side-chick (He still had a cold undissociated relationship with Renee), on the Lagos Mainland.
Naomi give him the following rules.
-Cooked meals are not your right or privilege. They are proceeds of my benevolence
-Dirty plates get me berserk so does food wastage
-Loud music upsets me
-No smoking in the living room, only marijuana is allowed in the bedroom
-Sleeping in the bedroom is an act of kindness on my part. I can withdraw it at any time I deem fit
-Dirty laundry are not to be left strewn all over the apartment
-Leave the tap running when you are taking a dump
-Put the toilet seat down after urinating
I am baffled about where the impulse to write about these House Rules came from, but I think, this is finding itself; I just follow the impulse of my characters. Live-in loving has become a pertinent experience but how does it feel for a grown man to live with his woman?