This is a true life story. Whether you'll believe or
disbelieve it, I shall tell you still.
It was a cool evening and the small hotel that stood
somewhere around Ogba, Lagos, boomed with loud music.
People milled around. Some were seated in threes or fours on
plastic chairs around plastic tables. Some unfortunate fish that had just lost
their lives wore carnations of onion ring necklaces and swam in the company of
Otazi leaves inside china bowls of spicy soups.
Booze in green and brown bottles decorated the tables just
as fumes from cigarettes and jedi kara(ask your neighbour what that is!)
perfumed and clouded the nightclub-like atmosphere.
Then, the SUV drove in and parked before the large gate. A
fairly huge man with a grey beardy tuft leading his face in front appeared from
the driver's side. He looked like the King of Banana Island and smelled like
the bulk room at Zenith Bank .
Alighting from the passenger's seat, was a young lady of
about 20. She was so fair complexioned that she seemed to illuminate the night.
Standing on a pair of stilettos the height of a scaffolding, she wore two
articles of clothings....two handkerchiefs...one handkie drew a line over her
bosom and the other struggled with her g-string in a PDP/APC-like tussle.
Arm in arm, they walked in...not stopping to join the open
air party downstairs, but mounted the staircase at the corner of the hotel
building- and then, they were gone.
About an hour later, a man arrived on a motorbike. He stood
at the corner of the gate and made a call on his mobile phone.
A few minutes later, the young lady hurried downstairs and
walked briskly toward the man at the gate. And then squeezing a wad of crisp
currency notes into the man's waiting hand, she said.
"Papa, take four thousand naira, and help me give mama
six thousand. We go see tomorrow morning".
The man mounted the motorbike and was gone, while his
daughter hurried back up the stairs.
THE END.
KUNLE OMOPE.
Photo from tripadvisor.com
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