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During my time working as a hotel porter in Port Harcourt in 2016, I saw things.
On one occasion, a lady accosted me during work hours with a complaint. According to her, reliable sources claimed her husband was a regular customer in our hotel, and he lodges with different girls almost every weekend.
When I told her I had no idea who her husband was, she opened her bag and showed me a photo of him.
I stared at the photo for a while and shook my head.
“I don’t know this person. I have never met him” I lied
“Are you sure?” The lady voiced and handed me the photo “Take a closer look”
“Mba!” I snapped after a second look “I don’t know this man”
She gave me a bombalistik side eye, thanked me and walked away.
Truth is, her husband was one of our top VIP patronizers. Man lodges every weekend with girls of different sizes and shapes. He once came in with a dwarf lady on a particular weekend.
Unsatisfied, the lady left me and accosted a colleague of mine. She showed him the same photo and they discussed briefly before she left eventually.
I walked up to my colleague after she was gone.
“Chuks, hope say you no tell her say you sabi that man?” I asked him
“Of course! I tell am na” Chuks replied satisfactorily
“Why?”
“Baba, money dey involved. I no wan dull, I gats comply”
“But you sabi say wahala fit burst because of this?”
“No fear, Nnamdi.. Nothing dey sup”
Unknown to me, my colleague had assured her that he would inform her when next he sees her husband drop by with another lady. This snitching job was worth 50k
A few days later, the husband showed up again with another lady. My friend quickly put a call across to the man’s wife and she showed up half an hour later. She was equally provided with the room number as part of the bargain.
When she stormed the hotel, she walked past the receptionists as well as ignoring every attempt to stop her. She walked straight in without constraints.
I was speaking with the receptionists when a lady clad in a towel suddenly ran past us. We were still wondering what was going on until our VIP customer equally rushed down to the reception hall clad in just singlet and boxers.
I was about to ask him what was going on when I suddenly sighted his angry wife running down the walkway with an empty bottle of Hennessy. She was battle ready – To k!ll and to destroy.
When the bottle landed on the head of the security guy that tried stopping her, I picked race. The receptionists ran too.
It was total commotion that day, and a good number of the staff lost their jobs afterwards. I was laid-off as well.
The good part was that the snitch didn’t only lose his job, he also lost the promised 50k.
