In continuation to the lessons I learned while living in England part one and two, today I will also write about other experiences as well.

I continued working and going to school too, while searching for a place to stay, like I said earlier, I needed my own privacy so the need for my own accommodation.

So, I called up a housing agent and he said there was quite a few houses he’s got left and if I was interested he would take me for inspection.

We agreed on weekend in the morning, even though I wished to stay home to rest because the workload in the school and going to work was getting to me!

He took me for the inspection, it was a shared accommodation, I never really liked it but it was a cheaper kind of accommodation at least for a student.

It was also a utility bill inclusive accommodation, and I was going to be sharing kitchen, lounge and toilet with three other people.

There was a female student from Malawi, a Pakistani guy who worked in the city center and a Jamaican plumber.

I went home and informed my aunt about the accommodation even though we had already discussed it before.

She consented to it, but she was a bit worried I was going to be all by myself, I assured her I will be fine, ‘’haba aunty, I am not a baby na,’’ I told her.

I moved out the following evening and promised my aunt I will be coming around some weekends when I am less busy from work and school.

I found the accommodation very cool, I love privacy like there is no tomorrow. I will have more time to read and study hard, I told myself.

It also gave me a sense of responsibility; I have lived all my life with my parents paying the bills, so now I want to be in charge of my bills and expenses!

The only thing I found not very pleasing was the idea of sharing bathroom and toilet. I love my toilet spick and span and I wasn’t sure it will be the same here.

Well, I just have to manage whatever that comes my way; I thought to myself, being able to manage your situation is part of being responsible!

I settled in sharp sharp, I love making new friends; I couldn’t wait to be introduced to the other tenants.

They weren’t in when I moved in, so I was alone till when they all came home. They weren’t surprised to see me as the agent had hinted on a new person.

The first to come in was the Jamaican guy, he worked as a plumber. He said ‘’hi, nice to meet ya, my name is Peter.’’

I said ‘’hello, my name is Chichi, nice to meet you too. I asked him what he does for a living and he said, ‘’I am a ‘plummer.’

For like five seconds, I didn’t get what he had just said, I went ‘’sorry, what did you say?’’ he said, ‘’I work as a ‘plummer’

That was when I realized he meant ‘plumber’ but was pronounced as ‘plummer,’ I learned the correct pronunciation right there and then!

We talked on other things like taxes, and how the system worked in Britain. How you have to work from sun up to sun down to earn a living.

I struggled all through the conversation to understand what he said with his heavy Jamaican accent. He appeared mean and very tough too.

It was not until the others came home, that I learned that the Jamaican guy was the care-taker of the house and that he called the shots!

To be continued….

Source: http://www.chichiuncensored.com

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That was the first part you starting a week ago.