Living in an estate is quite very interesting. Most families lead a fake life. Every family wants to claim classy and wealthy. Every family tries to maintain a private life refusing to relate well with other families. This turns we they kids into spies. They male occupants and of cause they females, goes for the latest cars and wears, to always appear classy, if possible classier than their neighbours. When you see them drive out or driving into the estate looking good and classy,and riding in the latest cars, you will think of them as angels and very lucky people. "Lie!"permit me to expose them .
Only a few of them are angels and really lucky. Many rent apartments to live in estates because a lot of people sees anyone living in an estate as a rich person. Many live in estates for the praise and admiration attached to it. Many wants to boast of being a neighbour to a popular figure in the country and lots of other crazy reasons. Talking about looking classy and wealthy, some occupants parade the estate, even attends occasions with borrowed clothes and cars. Aunty tope is a queen in this case. She borrows clothes, wigs, bags, foot wears and even makeup items. She is living in our estate in they workers quarter. She is part of they cleaners. But when you see Aunty tope dressed up to leave the estate, you will conclude she is one of the big ladies living in our estate. The first day we mate her outside the estate, I was overwhelmed with surprise of how gorgeous, classy and rich she was looking. I stood shocked for seconds and returned with a shout of 'Jesus save me!' at stephany's hard tap at my right shoulder. I can remember she stopped greeting mum one time because she refused to lend her her wig. Aunty Tope! Bigtime slay monster ,who comes back in different cars of different men. Even one Aunty Patricia is like her. That one changed her name to chocolate. I made her loose her big catch last weekend and since then I've been scared of meeting her on any of the estate ways when am alone. Anytime am sent on an errand since then, I feel as if I've been sent to go out and die. I've been very careful with my steps. I don't want to come in contact with aunty Patricia, if possible never again. I don't want to die yet. Last weekend she tried to act like our house was hers. She asked to be stopped out the front of our house. Mum, dad and my siblings tries to not spoil business for any of them living like that. But me! , I don't like what I hate. It can happen behind me no problem, but not while am available to behold the scene and has no one around to stop me from reacting. That day I gathered some stones for beautifying my spider pot. Don't think my spider pot is actually a pot, it's a glass box but I love calling it by the name spider pot. At her I threw one of they stones through the window from upstair and shouted at her to leave our house frontage. That was a big embarrassment. How would she explain the situation to the man. What would she say I am? Her butler? Hahahahaha. I've never laughed less at remembering that incident. Am glad am writing it down so you can read and laugh out loud with me.
Don't think it's just they ladies that are this bad. Bro. Stanley as we call him
I don't even know if that's his real name
is a bigger scam to this ladies living fake in the estate. I charged him 1000 one certain time to help him escape one of they ladies he deceived. He is also one of they cleaners. He makes friends and volunteers to take care of they houses of the rich bachelors and families in the estate who often travels out of the country and stays out long or are rarely in the country. All they ladies he deceived comes looking for him after each game with different names. He claims the house of this rich bachelors and families to be his, and at last he gets they ladies into big embarrassment as the come looking for him with different names that aren't his real name. He is known in the estate as Stanley. How sure are we that's even his real name. I pity those who live their houses in his care. Such a guy is not worthy to be a care taker.
Crazier things to this ones I've written about, happens in our estate. In most holidays, especially Christmas holidays, most of they families pack their bags and makes announcements all over that the are going on a vacation. Everyone begins to think they are living for another country. Yes everyone except beings like I and my siblings who care to find out the real them, having the consciousness that most of them are living fake. Trust me, about 80 percent of them only journey to their villages and return with fake stories of what happened in their imaginary vacation trip. Professional liars!
I am Chloe Johnson. I turned 10 two months ago. I'm the Last child of a family of four kids. Ivan and Stephanie Johnson
a twin
who are 14 , Zoe Johnson who is 12 and I. My father is a popular journalist in the country. Mr. Jude Johnson by name. He works with one of the most famous News stations
don't ask no questions
people call him Mr. JJ. My mum owns one of the top book stores in the city ' Roxy's bookstore'. Thanks to her we've read over a hundred books. We love seeing movies too. Not just any movie , but big time special and educating ones. Thanks to them we four are living smart and brave. My mum is Mrs. Roseline Jerry Johnson by name. She is a tall and chubby beautiful woman. I know everyone presents their mum as beautiful, but trust me, mine can make you go wow with her smile. We are not used to either of our parents, we are used to them both. Dad is very homely and makes out time for us just like mum. The word strict has no place in their description, but they both have their special ways of disciplining us when we go wrong.
We are living in the 13th block in L.D estate in Melanie city. L. D estate is one of they popular estates in the western part of my country where we are living. Melanie city is a very developed and populated city. It's a place where a lot of people desire to live in. It is nicknamed as land of opportunities.
L. D estate is a very big estate of about a hundred buildings. Mum said the moved into this estate as home after their wedding.
My family is very popular in our estate. Who doesn't know us? No body. Nothing. Not even the new flower that was planted by the 50th block yesterday. Three of its petals are being held captive in my spider pot.
I'm the last among four crazy kids. If my siblings are crazy, I should be the craziest
