This isn't his first time. He's not the first man to do this. Many women in Nigeria have terrible hotel stay experiences.
Male receptionists do proposition female guests and give out their room keys/numbers without permission to male guests who like them.
* Ask a male friend or colleague to act as your partner.
* Don't be amiable or hostile. Brusque is better.
* Sleep with your pepper spray or Swiss army knife.
* Lock the door when in the bathroom. Female guests have walked out of bathrooms to see men in their rooms.
*Report any unprofessionalism to management.
* Leave a detailed review online so other women can avoid such places.
Take up martial art/ self-defense classes.
I tell you, nothing prepares you for walking out of a hotel bathroom in a towel to meet a man sprawled on your bed, smiling like the idiot he is. All 'cos he told the receptionist he likes you & that one gave him the key to your room.
I'd have said avoid cheap motels and hotels but in Naija, based on personal experience, there's no difference.
Whether one-star inns or four-star hotels, these audacious perverts work everywhere and will show up in their full idiot regalia at any time.
Bea safe, sisters.
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Uforo, Kagiso and Zawadi invade the UK from three different sides.
Zawadi, an accomplished General, arrives at London first. She sticks the Kenyan flag at the top of Buckingham Palace and claims it for Kenya.
On behalf of Nigeria and South Africa, Uforo and Kagiso claim Wales and Scotland respectively and share Northern Ireland.
English is declared too local a language; Ibibio, Xhosa and Swahili are now taught in schools. Pudding is abolished, replaced by Afang, nyama choma and phutu
African archeologists storm England on an expedition. They locate the tomb of Queen Elizabeth I at Westminster and hire white locals to raid it. They cart away her remains, back to Africa and stick them in a museum. British folk now travel to go see it.
On Project/Master's Thesis Defence in Nigerian Federal Universities - A thread:
"We had to pay hotel bills for the members of the panel. You could also offer sex, if your supervisor is the devil's apprentice. Transport money inclusive."
- Erdoo N.
"I decided I'd never have anything else to do with Nigerian universities, the day I saw people defending their masters dissertation presenting coolers of rice, garden eggs and crates of drinks to their supervisors. I legit thought someone was getting married."
- Bibian U.
"We we're told we'd pay 60k each, for both entertainment and logistics of external supervisor."
-Chiamaka O.
"We spent the night prior to my mother's defense at the University of Ilorin, cooking coolers of rice with assorted meat for the lecturers."
- Omekagu.
"Eketi, this is in response to your post about the worst breakup.
We started dating in secondary school. Everyone in our families knew we were in a relationship. We both came from a poor background, so, going higher institution was impossible.
After WAEC, I decided to work as a security guard and sponsor her through school with my salary. The plan was after she finished, she would work while I went to school.
Before she finished, she got pregnant. Since everyone knew it was mine, our families decided we should wait until after she finishes, before we got married.
My sister has just returned from her afterschool lesson. Her face is stormy as she dashes to her room, unwilling to respond to our greetings and customary question, “how did your lesson go today?”
Mama asks me to go see to her, ask what is the matter.
I find her lying face down on her bed, head buried in the pillow, quiet sobs shaking her shoulders.
My sister is reserved. She doesn’t speak unless she wants to; she’s always had a mind of her own. So, I know that nothing I say will make her tell me what’s wrong.
We will have to wait until she’s good and ready. So, I put my hand on her shoulder and tell her everything will be fine.
I say, “You can always tell me what’s bothering you, you hear?"
I get up and head for the door. My hand is stayed when I hear her whisper something.
Years ago, my father said something to me that was a teaching moment.
A former tenant had owed rent for almost three years. Then his light disconnected by NEPA. When they left, he began to tap light illegally. If NEPA came for an inspection, my father would have to pay the bill.
Knowing this, Dad did what was necessary; he called a professional to come and disconnect the light.
While he stood to the side and watched as the electrician did his job, one of the man’s children came outside. On seeing the two men, she lost it.
"You're very wicked!
Stupid man!” she railed. “You’re doing as if you’re God because you’re the landlord. You want us to live in darkness? Wicked man! Bet here, we’ll have our own house one day. If you like, cut the light.”
Fact to note: my father was older than that girl by at least thirty years.