pterson:
PART 2

5 Star Hostel has five blocks, maybe that’s how the name was derived, each block has three rooms, a big kitchen, a lone toilet and a prison-like bathroom. The bathroom architecture seems absurd to me, it is more of a rectangular box placed vertically on the earth crust. I wish you have an opportunity to grace this, the only port for water to pass goes directly underground and I’ve pictured snakes planning an Animal Farm-like revolt on us. That’s what my mind tells me but that’s probably not happening anytime soon.

The bathroom is fair compared to the only toilet three rooms share. A look at the water closet will trigger a negative reaction in the body system, you only have to get used to it. You’d ask rhetorically, “how did these ceramics get blackened?”. That’s better by the way, water doesn’t come regularly but some ruminant beings remain indifferent about this, they will use the toilet, turn a blind eye to the residue they had made and leave it unto the next user to deal with. Desperate boys would stratify the ‘matter’. This would end up unattended to until the waste product is infested on my organic degraders, maggots and the likes. No wonder the ceramics are blackened...

Everything else is superb if not for the rats that spoilt the show, they made themselves the Grand Warden and the kitchen their altar, someone who plays Clash of Clans would understand that. Rats patrol the kitchen at night, taking care of food crumbs, scrapping food off the stoves and trying to open my beloved pots. I don’t know if they had unfinished business but that’s simply the way they are. They were the Lazarus of our time, my hostel mates and I were the Rich Man.

Off to Security, there’s a small entrance into the whole of Five Star, the gate or door should be only 4-5 feet high (I bend every time I have to pass through it) graced by a Security Man whose house is called “the Cubicle”. He likes to play God on every situation no matter the gravity and I’ve heard funny tales of how he was dealt with by some students years ago (the era Five Star was known for it’s rich nightlife and debauchery). The entire compound is fenced and the floor plastered, resulting to a clean environment.

Outside, the hostel featured a shopping complex, five shops in total. Two provisions stores, a barbershop, a fashion designer and a branch of a popular telecommunications retailer. We had everything but our hotspots are the Land lady ‘s provisions store and the barbershop. That’s simple by the way, the woman opens her store everyday and we charge our electronic gadgets at the barbershop.

The barber is an accommodating man, he brags about the little time he spent at an army barrack, proves himself to be a potential soldier. Let me gist you, he wears Camo too. Don’t try that of you don’t have something to back you up, it might be cataclysmic. Into the spotlights, I will enlighten you on how the barbershop taught me all about Politics in LAUTECH. Brace yourself up, the next part is coming soon...

TO BE CONTINUED