Nothing Going On But the Rent Ch. 1
I am glad that life has been a little bit better for me than it has in the past. And as a black woman, it wasn't easy. My name is Takeisha and I am presently living in a very nice apartment with my daughter, Lynn. I would have to say that, several years ago, I was a very young naive teenager. But, it's funny, because that may be how we got this apartment...
Several years ago, when I was 6 months pregnant with Lynn, I was living in a low income housing project with my drug addict boyfriend and Lynn's father. My mother had kicked me out of her house when I got pregnant and Jacob, my boyfriend, put me up for a while. But Jacob had only 2 things in his life, his drugs and his jobs and I would hardly see him. He hardly ever paid the rent or the bills there. It wasn't unusual for the housing agent, Mr. Henderson, to drop by to insist that we pay the rent or move out. But, we also had our share of corruption. Often, if you can't pay the rent, the agent would take something from the apartment to pawn in exchange. This was cool with most of the tenants, so it was cool with us. So, one stormy day, I was doing what most pregnant girls would do. I was lying around the house wearing nothing but my maternity dress. No panties or bra was needed since I was the only one home. I was, basically, just lying in my bedroom and looking at the soaps.
Then, there was a knock at the door. It was Mr. Henderson. I, simply, opened the door and welcomed him in. "You know what I'm here for Takeisha. Jacob is 2 months late again", he said.
I simply let him in and returned to my comfortable bed and told him, "Just find what you want and go. Let me know what you're taking on your way out." About 5 minutes had gone by and, as I was watching the soaps, I noticed Mr. Henderson passing the room a few times and looking in. Then he entered the room without saying a word. I was lying on my back and had head turned towards the TV. I asked him, "Did you find anything?"
"I found something but I can't leave here with it", he replied. Confused, I looked up at him.
"What are you talking about, Mr. Henderson?"
"Please, call me Mike."