by Bakouan Kisito
When I arrived in New York City in November, 2014, I rented a house with two rooms in the Bronx. My roommate was an older African man of about 60. He had lived in the USA for 16 years. He is not tall. He was a Muslim. His wife lived in Manhattan in another apartment.
He works as a cleaner in a restaurant. This work is very hard and I wondered where this old man found the energy to do that.
He talks too much. I avoided him because when he start talking, it can take many hours. He often wasted my time. Every day, he cooked his meal. He eats too much. I figured out why he can do a hard job.