'Good afternoon, and welcome to your best and only flexible hotel in this state, sharp-sharp hotel, how may I help you?’ I heard myself saying as two guests walked into the reception, the day was hot and the fan lazily rolled on the ceiling having minimal effect on the temperature, I was sweating profusely which added to my already frustrated attitude, I had mental cramps.
The stout man, stood by the counter to his side a slim girl chewing gum incessantly like she had a twin-turbine in her mouth, she was staring at me with as if I was the cause of her life troubles if she had any. With his hand around her waist the man said, 'I want a room.’
I went into the key cabinet and brought out a key; it was an old once silvered key, which was now brownish, attached to it was a key-holder with the inscription 26 could be seen boldly written with blue ink. I replied '5k per hour’, the man grumbling brought out a bundle of 500 naira notes and began counting, I was also counting with him, and felt disappointed when he stopped at 10, he squeezed it into my waiting palm, and I even squeezed his key into his waiting palm, the transaction was complete. Then he and the girl found their way to the room. I eyed her back side in disgust, no flesh.
After they left the counter, I sat on my chair my legs stretched on the stool in front of me, at the reception and continued my day-dream, 'how I was going to see 100 million on the floor’, I was already at the point of buying my Ferrari when I heard someone bang the desk, 'who is this enemy of progress I said aloud?’ I opened my eyes and saw Nkechi, she eyed me and hissed, well it’s typical rude Nkechi, 'Wetin happen ?’ I asked her, ‘madam dey call you’ she replied.
I hurriedly adjusted my shirt and put on my shoes as I made my way upstairs, Nkechi laughing at me as if I was in trouble because we all knew that it was never a good thing if madam calls you, I simply gave her a stern look and dashed upstairs.
Madam occupied a room upstairs, which also served as her office, on getting there I knocked softly, and opened, I saw madam on the bed, watching tv, she stared at me as I entered without uttering any words she made hand signs to me to lock the door and come towards the bed, as I approached the bed, I could feel my heart in my mouth, my mind trying to create several permutations, what was happening I found I asked myself, by the time I got to the edge of the bed, madam flipped the blanket open, all I could see was just her naked body, she then whispered in a low voice, 'climb me.’
My mind was running around wondering whether this was a test or not, my church mind telling me this was a bad thing, but my street mind telling me this was a regular thing, my manhood also urging me on, by standing erect, after a few seconds of deliberations, my church mind lost, and I climbed on her, assuming this was a test, it must mean that I have failed because even if Joseph in the Bible won his own temptations, I wasn’t him, after all the only thing we both shared was a name.
Wawu!