I don't anymore but I used to. The memories alone could make me feel anger rise.

It was a compound where we stayed for more than fifteen years. We grew up to meet this people who had a knack for troublemaking.

They quarrelled with virtually everyone in the compound except us. We never stoop so low as to having exchange of words with them. That's one thing about my family that I like.

Here's some things they did that would tell you how troublesome they were.

We lived in a very small house with just a room and parlor(face palm). It wasn't the most comfortable of states. We had to constantly have people in our lives and within our views at all times because of where we were at that point. We shared toilets and bathrooms which were outside the house.

Now, these people in particular were every shades of nuisance. Where they lived in the compound was at the extreme end and we were at the other end. Yet, these people came to build a kitchen close to our side. They did this immediately the other people who were staying where we were left. We came when they'd just built it. We couldn't say anything about it because it would be as though we were flogging a dead horse.

Now, this woman, the mother of the troublemakers would wake up as early as three a.m and start pounding cassava. You can imagine and this was very close to our window. You couldn't sleep when she began and she did it without considering the fact that people were still sleeping.

Another thing she was fond of doing was pouring the water from her fermented cassava on the floor close to our house. The smell of that thing can wake a dead corpse.

I remember the only time my dad talked to these people was one of those occasions. He couldn't sleep because of the smell and had to go tell them to move.

These people were doing 'colonizing'. They took up every little space they could find in the compound and anyone that complained got to quarrel with their whole family which had more than ten people; father, mother and eight children.

They didn't have much but would rear every animal they could afford to buy (surprisingly they could afford goats, turkey, fowls).

Their animals were usually as troublemaking as they were. The owners would be there and watch as their animals overturned people's garbage dump and ate people's food items they had left to sun-dry but would do nothing.

The day we finally moved out of thats yard remains one of my happiest days till date.