Jonathan Ihonde and the Hotel Wahala
(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…
