Thud!
Thud!
The tennis ball bounced off the wall in the cubicle he called home. Copious amounts of perspiration poured down his face.
“Bros, no be play I dey so. I’m telling you, I saw her at the hotel.”
“The hotel? Which hotel?” He growled.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
“The Abinibi L’Orient Hotel.” There was uncertainty.
“What?! Which branch?”
“The one for Mbanugo Drive, which hotel I wan dey by dis time? No be my working place?” There was incredulity in the voice.
“What?!” He intoned at the same time a numbing pain had shot from the left side of his neck down his left arm, it had also radiated from his chest where his heart raced faster than a bloodhound on the trail of a prey. What felt like hot liquid had trickled down his left breast.
“Did you say The Abinibi L’Orient?”
“Yes.”
“Mbanugo Drive?” His pitch had increased.
“Yes.” Came the clipped reply.
