Why did you leave the dining room? You ought to be there until his majesty comes to sit with his guests.
Pat the head cook said when he saw Sam back in the kitchen. The palace is hosting the minister for youths, sports, and culture today. Every year, the cultural festival of Idanre, a city surrounded by hills, is a huge tourist attraction.
His Majesty, King Michael married only one wife and they had just one son. Against the will of the chiefs, King Michael refused to take another wife. His immediate family had been urging him to consider another woman as a wife but he never did. The pressure was more because their only son, Adams is an retarded.
Sam quickly returned to the dining hall, but he caught an unpleasant scene. Adams had tampered with the food that was set on the table.
What have you done, Adams? Sam queried, beads of tears gathering around his eyelids.
As he tried to speak, he stammered.
You have made a mess of everything.
Sam called in the guards and they led Adams out. It was so devastating because the minister and his entourage would soon be at the palace. Where would the cooks start?
Whereas the tour around the town was ongoing, King Michael received intelligence that Adams had made a mess of the dining table set for him and his guests. He knew what it is to when it comes to Adam, his son.
As soon as he heard that, his mood changed, and his fair face changed pink.
Hello, Pat. It is almost impossible to prepare a new meal. Just go to Mama Put and get African delicacies to cover up. King Michael ordered.
With immediate alacrity, Pat asked Sam and two other kitchen staff to follow him to Mama Put restaurant on the outskirts of town. It is a popular food joint and they have really good food such that even the king knew it.
Since they cpalace-platedce plated truck, the writers attended to them and before you could say, Jack, Pat, and the other workers had returned to the palace with assorted dishes of African foods to save the day.
You are welcome to the palace of His Majesty, King Michael, the eye of the gods and the voice of the ancestors of Oron kingdom. The palace orator sang in praise as the tourist came to the other place in the company of the King.
This place depicts the true African heritage. Ontourist's tourist's yarn.
One after the other, they walked into the palace. Some with hands lurked behind while others folded their hands across their chest as they looked at the beautiful art on the wall. Ancient drawing of masquerade head, elephant tusk, terra-cotta works, nicely carved wooden door. It was a beauty to behold. The amazement can be read on their faces. They smiled at every work of art in the perimeter of the palace.
Soon, they were all seated in the dining room. There were many African dishes to be served. Most of the tourists were opting for the famous Nsala soup with Akpu. Others who have heard a lot about the famous Amala with goat meat soup demanded that the waiters served them.
Excuse me. Woodley, one of the tourists called out to a waiter standing by.
Kindly direct me to the gents.
The waiter ushered him to follow his lead as they walked towards the other end of the palace, just after the king's boardroom.
Any of the three rooms on your right-hand side, sir. The waiter said, pointing to the gents.
As Woodley walked towards the gents, he found that the whole place had been sore.
Holy shit! Woodley exclaimed.
He rushed out of the room, trying to buckle his belt. What he saw there made the food in the dining room irritate him. Woodley walked back to join the other tourists and the entourage who were already munching the different African dishes served in the dining.
As Woodley sat at the dining table, the sight of the mess in the gents appeared in his vision yet again. Then, he felt uneasy. This time, he could no longer hold it back. He stood up and went outside. The gateman was his next and only option.
Good day, friend. Woodley greeted the gateman.
He looked left and right, seeking whom it was that Woodley greeted.
Ye…yes…sir. I didn't know you were referring to me. Roberts, the gate man replied stammering.
Kindly allow me to use your visitor's gents. Woodley requested.
Sure. Come along. Roberts ordered.
Woodley followed Roberts. He was so pressed that he could jolly well do it on the lawn but as a civilised person, he held on till he got to the gents. As Robert pointed to the door in front of the verandah that leads to the swimming pool, Woodley rushed and emptied his bowel.
After he has satisfied nature's call, Woodley returned to the dining room to join other tourists to munch the amala that he had dreamed about for weeks.