Wahala no dey finish for this hotel. One day, one story, freshly baked with the inscription “GRAB YOUR COPY FOR FREE NOW”.
The other day was “war against Haman”. One of the housekeepers was assigned to clean a guest’s room. When he entered the room, he noticed that the guest had left his belongings scattered. Bobo also saw bread, milk and chocolate, and a bottle of brandy in the refrigerator; he saw perfumes and gold chains on the table, with few Naira notes. Of course, Bobo didn’t steal them, because deep down in your heart, you have branded Bobo a thief without hearing the full gist.
Bobo only had a banquet, he prepared a table before himself in the presence of whatever was motivating him. He ate bread and hot chocolate and took a few shots of Brandy. In his mind, he may have been singing, “this life I can’t kill myself, allow me to chop o”.
After the feast, he cleaned up the room, ensuring that the guest doesn’t suspect a pin. Then the accuser of the brethren came again to him, this time in the form of his thoughts, and whispered another motivational quote into his ear. Out of inspiration, Bobo sprayed the perfumes on the table and immediately, this guidance and counseling motivator left him. As he opened the door to go, behold the guest staring at him; he perceived his perfumes and that was how the rest of Bobo’s escapades were uncovered, the accuser of the brethren appeared to him again, this time, in form of a whiteboard and permanent marker, writing his sins before him. Guess what? The guest was a soldier. The rest of the story remains untold.
Just last week, I was sent to print new receipt booklets for the hotel, I decided to take one booklet as a sample, but unfortunately, the lady at the press to whom I handed the booklet to was the wife of our regular customer. I saw her reaction as she flipped through the pages of the booklet where her husband’s name appeared on 45% of the pages in the booklet. Then I only suspected something was wrong. I heard the rest of the gist in the hotel. Will you blame me for what happened?
Now to this particular one staring at me, this man lodged in one of the rooms last night. I don’t know if it was his first time lodging in a hotel, but Oga left his shoe outside the door of his room. This reminded me of one woman who removed her shoe and left it at the entrance of the reception. Thank God for the guy at the door, she would have sung the same song this man is singing before me now.
“Where is my shoe?”
Please how should I reply this man now?
