By Ozie Williams
So, Where were we?
I took a very long sabbatical, something I needed after the horrors of the various places I have had the misfortune of putting my poor nose into in Nigeria. I didn’t plan to, but that’s life for you.
I’m back now and won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. So we are back to it then; together, putting our noses in restrooms, counters, plates of food, restaurant settings, bank lobbies, hotel rooms, offices, airport lounges, and event centres, among other places, to discover where the stench is coming from…
Oh, wait a minute; I’ve been speaking as if you’re familiar with my atrocities. My sincere apologies…forgot my manners for a minute. Let me attempt an introduction now.
My name is Ozie Williams; I am a toilet journalist. That’s putting what I do in the mildest manner I can think of. My journey into toilet journalism (this just sounds wrong, I know!) began some 6 years ago when I read an interview in a magazine. The respected chef was asked what the most important part of a restaurant was, and he said the toilet. According to him, you should never eat in a restaurant with a dirty toilet, for it is easier to clean the toilet of a restaurant than to clean and tidy a restaurant’s kitchen. That declaration spiked my interest, and as they say, the rest is history.
This column won’t have any fixed time…it could happen a couple of times in a day, weekly, daily, monthly…just as soon as I discover something painfully hideous or graciously heart-warming that I can share concerning service delivery in our dear fatherland.
You shall hear from me again pretty soon.
Cheers!
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