Nicole looks around the room and wrinkles her nose. It smelled funny and was very messy.
"Try to be gracious, Nicole," Seanna suggests. "This is Africa, after all."
Seanna steps into the room and drops her pack with a contented sigh. "Thank you for your hospitality, Btugu," she says with a deep bow. "I look forward to learning about the many customs of your people. But for now, after that long plane ride, I could definitely use a shower!"
Btugu smiles. "Down the hall, white girl, you will find what you are looking for."
Seanna retrieves her soap and towel from her luggage. "Do you see, Nicole? Africans are not savages like the media would have you believe," she lectures gently on her way out of the room.
The Irishwoman walks down the hall and notices a tiled room to the left side of the hallway. She enters and finds a large room with sinks and, at the far end, a row of shower heads. Seanna undresses and steps over to the shower area. She turns the faucet... |