My people, listen.Jonathan Ihonde sang.He warned us.But did we listen?No. We booked a room.Biggest mistake of my life. The receptionist smiled.“You’ll love it here!” she said.She smiled too much.Her teeth were too white for this kind of hotel.But did we listen?No. The AC worked—if you kicked it just right.Kick too hard?Boom. It fell.Almost crushed my roommate.The manager came in,…
(A Slapstick Satire) Jonathan Ihonde, the legend, the man, Sang of Hotel de Jordan with a mic in his hand. A voice so smooth, like a buttered yam slice, Yet his tales of that hotel? Ah—not very nice! He crooned of a place where dreams go to die, Where the towels smell like yesterday’s fry. Where the pillows are…
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