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1 Somewhere Rd, <\/span><\/p>\n Ajegunle Lagos.<\/span><\/p>\n 7th September 2016<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mr Landlord,<\/b><\/p>\n 1 Somewhere Rd,<\/span><\/p>\n Ajegunle Lagos.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dear Oga Landlord, <\/span><\/p>\n You Do Me Strong Thing<\/strong><\/p>\n Today, Morufu no dey house, na Biliki dey write for me. I told you earlier that we still have a lot of things to discuss – this season of letters. This Biliki too know book, na big big grammar she just dey use.<\/p>\n I hope you remembered that day, when there was a fire outbreak in the house close to ours, it was like a joke. My wife, Ajike, was cutting onions for the soup she was about to cook. I was helping her out in our <\/span>one bedroom room apartment<\/span><\/a> washing the tomatoes. \u00a0I know that I can\u2019t help her in the kitchen because all the gbeboruns in this house will start talking. My mouth was already watering for the Amala she wanted to prepare that night.<\/span><\/p>\n Suddenly, I started hearing voices at the back of my window. I was telling Ajike that \u00a0‘Iya Dele and Iya Ibeji must have started fighting since they had been promising to fight each other for three days now maybe this is the main night\u2019. I wanted to watch the fight to see who will win but I couldn’t because I was so hungry.<\/p>\n