Hotel Palaver - Season 1 - Episode 3

4 years ago

Hotel Palaver - Season 1 - Episode 3

Henry’s POV

I woke up past six. Before I took my bathe I decided to play some cool high life or alternative songs on my music player. Those were my favorite genre.

I pressed play. “Seven lives” by beautiful Nubia was first on the list. My love for Beautiful Nubia! Then I walked into the bathroom.

Afterwards, I came out n*ked. It’s a bad habit I love. Beautiful Nubia’s Ife oloyin filled the whole room.

**Ololufe nt’o ti nreti yen lo mbo l’ona yi (The true love you’re expecting is on her way)**

Baby mo r’ire mu bo n’irin ajo
yea o, Ife oloyin ti ko l’abawon (Sweet love that has no comparison)

**Jowo f’orijimi fa mi mo’ra**
I was on the verge of busting a move when I saw the door open wide.
I quickly grabbed on to the shirt on the bed covering my manhood with it. I’ve seen sh*t like this happen in movies and the ladies usually close their eyes or look back, even though the guy is clothed.

She didn’t. She just stood there, totally dumbfounded.
“Who are you?” I asked, suddenly I noticed the uniform. She was definitely a maid; she was chocolate in complexion.

Who are you wasn’t even the pressing question. The real question should have been, “Why did you come in? Or What are you doing here?”

I saw it as a high level of indiscipline for a worker to walk into a guest’s room without being permitted to.

“Wh…. what are you doing here?” I stammered before she dashed out. I wanted to gonafyer her but I needed to clothe myself first.

My best friend Deji came in shortly. He was the only one I told that I was coming to Nigeria. None of my family members knew about it.

I paced left and right the hotel room. I couldn’t forget the look on the maid’s face.
I began to put together one or two reasons why the maid walked into the room without knocking. I didn’t even call for room service!
Maybe I was bathing and i didn’t hear when she knocked that’s if she knocked at all… Or could she be a thief? I paused on that thought.
“Report her” Deji suggested walking towards the phone and I disagreed.

Just as Deji made his way to the phoneline to report to the hotel management, I held him back.

“Mistakes happen Deji, I’ll just brush the whole thing off.” I answered, my shoulder raised in a shrug.
“For crying out loud Henry, you’re the manager, what if there was nothing to cover your peepee, she would have seen it all”
“Not like it’s something she hasn’t seen before” he retorted.

Deji gazed at me suspiciously. I recognize that look. I wondered what dirty thought might be running through his dirty mind.
“Is it that you like the fact she saw it? Is the babe pretty”

“Jeez Deji! I’m trying hard to forget this ever happened. Don’t put thoughts into my head. I’ll just turn a blind eye to this. I’ll make sure such mistake doesn’t happen again.” I sounded off.

I didn’t want to dwell on the topic again.
I walked out of my room to the lobby where i saw “welcome to Nigeria” and ”Welcome our wonderful manager” pasted on the wall of the lobby.

They haven’t even met me, how are they sure that I would be wonderful? A-s kissers!
There were a few faces I recognized, like the receptionist and the maid called Michelle. The doorman was on a ladder with a hammer nailing something to the wall.

“Abeg arrange the whole place. I want it to be sparkling clean before the manager comes back” I heard a lady in a blue and black printed ankara gown yell.

“Na so them they clean something for your village?” Another lady asked Michelle who was mopping the floor. She seemed strict and harsh.

“You fit mop like that make your husband happy?”

“Mummy B, I never marry” “Why you go marry?” The harsh lady responded.
“Haba? Which one na? Shebi na all of us they for this single business. I single, you sef single”

I chuckled softly at her response.
“You sef done dey follow sharp mouth like Adesuwa Shea?” She snapped and Michelle rolled her eyes then moved away from her.
“One day, I go delete una commot for this hotel” she threatened and I saw Michelle raised her nose in disbelief. I could tell the lady was definitely a superior. There is always a superior-surbordinate conflict in every hotel.
Hotel drama!!

I laughed at the sight of everyone working to please me. If only they knew the manager they were all waiting for was already in the hotel.

My phone rang and i picked up the call.
“Hello Sir” I heard the woman in Ankara say, it dawned on me that the Mrs. Haruna I’ve been speaking to was the woman before me.
“Sir. I just want to know when your flight would move.”
“I’m in Nigeria Ma” i answered and I saw her panicked.
“Jesus!” She hung up. “Manager is in Nigeria oh, please arrange fast-fast,”
She puts a call through to me again. I managed to keep a straight face. Meanwhile all I wanted to do was to bust into laughter.
“Manager, sorry about that, it’s network. Nigerian network eh, you will understand when you get here.” She lied.
“Please where exactly in Nigeria are you”
“The hotel”
“Which hotel is that one?”
“May hotel”
“Are you by the street. Wait somewhere there, I’ll send someone to come and get you quickly.” She suggested and I laughed.
“I’m in the hotel, I arrived last night. I decided to I surprise you all. I’m behind you Ma” i answered hanging up the call and Mrs. Haruna turned back at me.

There was shame clearly written on her face. I won’t like to be in her shoes right now.
“I’m surprised Sir” she began, “That was the idea” I replied with a wry smile.
“Good morning Sir” she greeted feeling even more embarrassed.
“Mrs. Haruna, is the manager close by?” The harsh lady walked towards them, and Mrs. Haruna sighed.

“You’re looking at the manager” she answered in Yoruba and Mummy B scratched her hair.

“I thought they said he’s a white man and he has long hair? This one that is dark like this?” She asked in Yoruba dialect and i tried hard not to laugh.

Of course i understood the language very well. I even speak it fluently. I won’t let them know.

“Sir my name is Mummy B, that’s short form for mummy Bisi. I’m the head of cleaning department Sir, we are happy to have you here Sir” she introduced herself and I nodded gently.

“Can you gather the whole staff before 9 o clock?, I’ll like to address them” i proposed and Mrs. Haruna nodded.

“Yes sir”