I read an article concerning an unusual American religious figure who dominated the press in the early part of the 1900s. He was a black religious figure who claimed that he was God himself; his name was Father Divine. This man claimed that he was God himself and he even believed that neither he nor his wife could die. Anyway, his wife died and he also died so he was just a fake. By the way, I am not into religious literature that much.
The thing that captured my attention about this Father Divine is that he used to host raucous parties at his home, which led to his arrest after his neighbors complained to the police. Her was arrested for disturbing public peace and charged, which brings me to my current provocation.
A reclusive place
Several years ago, I finished college, got a job and started living independently. As usual, after getting the job, I secured a mortgage and got myself a good house. Let me tell you a few things about my preferences. I am a very private person. I love solitude and I really enjoy my alone time. I love reading and I also write articles and books. Actually, I am writing my third novel as I write this anger-motivated article.
Before I acquired my current home, I really did a lot of research. I wanted a reclusive place where I could wind-up after work and relax. I mean, home is the place where you relax after a hectic job; recline, read some poetry, and listen to jazz, jot some things in your diary and such things. I believe you are now getting the drift of the kind of person I am. I really like my peace. After six months of searching for the perfect reclusive place, I landed on an address that seemed fitting. However, six months after settling in, the perfect choice turned into a perfect mistake.
“Must move” plans
My story is very similar to the story I read about Father Divine. Incidentally, Father Divine was known for his notoriety in terms of hosting noisy parties at his house. But the funniest or the saddest connection to my story with Father Divine’s story is how he acquired his premises. Father Divine acquired a prime property on a reclusive section due to disagreements between two fighting neighbors. A neighbor sold his house to Father Divine to get back to his neighbor after a series of fights. Similarly, one of my neighbors decided to sell his property to a young rap musician after a series of disagreements with his neighbor.
According to the explanation that I garnered from the council, the two neighbors had argued over the loudness of a barking dog owned by one of them. Apparently, the accused decided to move and in a bid to teach the accuser a lesson he sold his property to a very young rap musician. I realized that my solitude had been invaded when I was interrupted by unbearable noise a few weeks ago. The young neighbor hosts parties everyday and our pleas for noise reduction have fallen on deaf ears.
Additionally, according to the law, the young neighbor can party everyday as long as he or his guests do not tamper with neighbors’ properties. I have slept in hotels in a bid to seek solitude but now I know what must be done. I have but one choice, to move. And I am moving.