My Diary Entry 1 - Something for the stomach

 


SOMETHING FOR THE STOMACH!

AM
Dropped in on G this morning. Caught him brushing his teeth at the back of the shop.
Still wearing his trousers as low as possible.....ooh well!
Asked him why he was brushing his teeth in the shop....says he went out the night before with some friends. They all crashed at the hotel and he was coming to work straight from there.

What type of hotel doesn't give guests toothpaste and brush. If airlines give you mini toothpaste and tooth brush for a couple of hours flight, why doesn't a hotel do same especially when they expect their guests to sleep over.

'Oby am hungry' G said as I was about to leave the shop.
'Huh! I though you went out last night, did y'all not eat anything'
'Nna men! food was kasa there...we kept eating chinese until we feel asleep'
'You shouldn't be hungry then'
'I don't know men! Do you have any food'
'Food! me I want who will feed me. By the way, how y'all go out - you no invite me, especially when food is involved'
'Oby men! you don't understand...you won't understand. But Oby, how can someone eat all night and be hungry first thing in the morning'
'Could be because you were having so much fun, you thought you ate, when in actual fact - your eyes were doing all the eating hahaaaha! Gotta run.'
'Oby chere - wait'

Just then two customers come into the shop.

'Gotta go, I'll see you later'
'Oby wait now..ahaah!'
'You don't see this rain. Abeg tend to your customers and me I'll go look for where I'll baptise my stomach'

With that, I dashed out the shop and into the heavy rain.
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