Room 29 is the heaven of the loud-mouth, the prison of the have-not, the kingdom of the chatterbox…
They walk past and you’re in trouble the moment your sorry nose catches the exquisite scent of expensive deodorant. “You smell nice”, that’s your traitorous mouth moving of its own volition only they are too pre-occupied with the new shade of white the clouds are sporting this afternoon to hear you.
Her name is Seun. She is the Ibadan babe whose face is especially fairer than the rest of her body. Sexcellency is what they call her and she’s always flexing her jaw by chewing gum. She can’t hear when you call her name, she does not say much either; she lives in the world of her iPhone