THE HOUSE THAT MOVED

Before I start I should probably issue a note that this is no way about a house, or moving.

That being said, let’s move on to today’s case.

This is actually creative though

I’m sure that the few of you that know me know I live in Darkuman, and the “Zongo” at that.
(And if you don’t know what Zongo is, poor you. Just Google it, I can’t be doing all the work)

Well, there’s this pound—load of scrap junk on the side of my street, a few houses away from mine.

And this thing is a car; a Nissan which probably in its hey—day was pretty impressive.

Not so much now.

Said car just blended into the environment, and quickly became a fixture, it’s been there for that long, and oh my, it’s been of so much use (Note the sarcasm)

*Barely standing but showing surprisingly tensile strength, it’s perfect for leaning on when chatting up girls*

*Has served as a strong base for some of the youth who dream of owning cars (the adventurous few actually sit in it and ‘cruise’)*

*A good joint for games of hide—and—seek. (Plush seats at the back and all)*

*A lovers base at night, ya know, stuff like that*

I’m sure there’s a great many other benefits that this worn vehicle plays that I know nothing of, so be creative, imagine it.

Therefore, you can just imagine my shock when I stepped out this morning for my ‘Hausa Koko’ to find mechanics, (you can always tell them by their clean clothes) hacking away at the engine with some interested boys standing around.

I remember staring at that sight and then hollering at one of the observers.

“Hey, Gerard. You guys have a lot of hope, don’t ya?” He replied with a string of unintelligible words and general laughter.

I gathered he didn’t. Have hope, I mean.

By afternoon the car was moving.

As you read this, there’s a big space where it used to be.

Oh, what a vacuum. I wonder where the lovers would shift their nightly rendezvous to now…
#food—for—thought

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