Being poor isn't a crime but then being addicted to poverty is a crime punishable by hanging, atleast that's what I've always thought to myself. The day I hated poverty was when a neighbor came up to our house and asked us to help him with the our leftovers, that he wanted to feed it to his dog, but the problem was, he didn't have any dog.
I've always worked from that moment to become rich, I even went as far as washing people's clothes, and sometimes weird underwears but it didn't matter as long as I did get thrown under where used clothes get thrown all smelly and unkempt. Slowly and clearly I'll make it, you know and I might even get to build a house on the moon and get rent money off humans who'd want to live on the moon.
Well, on my twenty fifth birthday I got the chance to save enough money and decided to treat myself to a five star feeling for one night. You know you'll have to act like the rich if you'll certainly want to become rich one day, and I've always wanted to enter a five star hotel before because I wondered why it was regarded as Five star, was it because the inside was as shiny as five stars or you'll have to be a star five times to actually go there.
There was one that was very close to where I worked. It had this big sign infront of it Hotel le Meridien, the only way I'd known that it was a five star hotel was because the other employees always gossiped about the Boss and his numerous sex escapades with some female co-workers and he always treated them to that hotel. I didn't care about that though, I just wanted to spend a night in a nice hotel.
The d-day came, I got off work early and walked all the way to the counter and then got keys to one of the rooms. I'm not going to talk about how I'd always been shamed by the electronic door which seemed to scare the hell out of me or about the elevator that I'd stood knocking in front of thinking it'll open up when I knocked. No, that's a gist for another day, but I must confess that it almost felt like heaven. You should see me on the oversized hoody my dad passed down to me and that big shoe with the verified sign that sounds like a Nigerian girl's name, it's Níke I think.
I made it to the room and immediately took my shoes off, how on earth could I let my dirty shoes defile such glowing floor. I marvelled at everything but the big bed was the most surprising, how did it even pass through the door and why where they wasting so many bed sheets on one bird. After contemplating all that, I went straight to the shower and immediately I put it on, screamed it surprise. I think a kitchen gas was connected to it because it kept pouring out hot water. It felt so good the second time so I spent my time enjoying the wonderful shower and then I went back to the room.
Then I switched on the tv, then brought out the well packaged Eba and okra soup I'd bought from Mama Eli some blocks from where I worked. I ate to my satisfaction and slept very peacefully. I had to cover up really well because it felt like I'd been kept inside a fridge. I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face and my head held up high. There was no way poverty could have anything on me after this beautiful experience.
After a while I went down to checked out of the hotel, the desk clerk handed her a bill for $300. I looked at her, then demanded to know why the bill was that high, clearly it must have been a typo, and to even add to that I didn't order dinner or breakfast! The constant gossipers had always stressed how expensive their food was.
The clerk looked up at me and told me the $300 was a standard rate, that the food had been included had I wanted to have it. I got really pissed, there was no way I was going to pay for a service I didn't have. I could see people stopping to look at me but I didn't care because I knew how hard I had to work to earn money, I couldn't have someone just take it all away in one night. Before they could call security, I demanded to see the manager.
The Manager appeared and clearly forewarned by the desk clerk, announced to me: "This hotel has an Olympic-sized pool, a luxurious bar and a big conference center which are available to be used."
"But I didn't use any of that, I didn't even eat here." I replied still unsatisfied.
"They are here, well you could have used them whenever you wanted to." She went on to explain that I could also have seen one of the in-hotel shows that were always put up at the bar area and pool area."We make use of the best entertainers from around the world performing here."
"But I still didn't go to any of this places and didn't see any of these shows"
"Well, we have them, and you could have used them." She still went on. No matter what amenity the Manager mentioned, I still replied, "But I didn't use it!" and the Manager kept on countering with her standard response.
When I'd had enough, and since the manager was still unmoved, I decided to pay without causing any more scene. I wrote a check and gave it to her, she was surprised when she looked at the check:
"But sir, this check is for only $100.00", she protested
"That's correct I already charged you $200.00 for sleeping with me." I replied with a smile on my face.
"But I didn't!"
"Well, too bad, I was here all night, and you could have." I said finally and walked out of the hotel with as much glamour as I entered, being rich was the best feeling in the world.
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