I have a roommate named Stephen, and I’m happy that he’s not here for a week as he needs to be home in their province. A sigh of relief came out of my chest as I removed my shirt and shorts, leaving my boxers to remain on.

I actually don’t hate him, but sometimes I can’t help but be irritated because of his arrogance and racism. I’m black while he’s white, and that speaks of his unequal treatment toward me.

He left this morning, and I can’t be so happy because of it. Finally! I’m now able to stand and rest topless.

When he’s here, he always complains about me...