When I took the decision to leave my father’s house a little over five months ago, I did two things first; one was tell my father about it and the second was contact a carpenter to fix for me a bed as quick as he could before I moved in to the house.
My Dad had offered a bed, sofa seats and a couple of other things to start me off but I shruggingly brushed those off. (What would be the point of independence if half my house had been stocked by him?)
I went on a search for a good carpenter with my housemate Ojakol and we zeroed in on a guy that worked a kilometer away from my newly found home. We agreed terms and he asked that we leave a deposit, which we obeyed too.
Moses, as we’d later learn was his name, promised to deliver a…
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