My boss had asked me to attend a conference on his behalf in Abuja on Tuesday, my birthday. Even though I wouldn’t be able to celebrate it with my colleagues at work, I would be in a beautiful city I hadn’t been to before at the expense of the company. He had asked me to book the hotel the conference would hold in as soon as possible before all the rooms were occupied. It wasn’t difficult booking Iris hotel as hotels.ng made the whole process swift, neither would I be bankrupting the company as it was also affordable. I flew from Lagos to Abuja on Monday and took a cab from the airport to the hotel. I had lodged in to my room on the second floor and after a while decided to take a walk around. Iris hotel was as beautiful as the pictures online depicted. In the lobby were a bunch of flowers that caught everyone’s attention. The Iris flower particularly enchanted me.
As I got closer to the bouquets, a sight more beautiful than the flowers came in view and I stared. A moment later, I had begun to give myself a pep talk to summon courage to say hello when an older and blonde woman came to whisk her away as she lifted her gaze from the Iris flowers to look at me. I got lost in thought while looking into her gleaming blue eyes fraught with delight. Iris – that’s what I would call her, in my head at least until I found out her name. I walked round the hotel grounds half expecting to catch a glimpse of her. It was becoming dark and I was hungry and so had to return to my room to order room service.
It was finally Tuesday and I had received birthday wishes, text messages and calls from friends, colleagues and family as early as 12:00am that morning. I was already looking forward to the velvet sponge cake that I would treat myself to later in the day. I wouldn’t be sharing it with anybody. As I prepared for the conference, Iris floated into my mind again, probably for the hundredth time since I saw her. When I got down to the lobby, making my way to the hall, I decided to buy a single Iris flower hoping that fate would make our paths cross again. I confirmed my registration for the conference at the entrance and was ushered to my seat. The enlightening conference took a couple of hours with a lunch break in between and then, when it came to an end, I spotted her, as beautiful as she was the day before, adorned in a flowery blue gown. I swiftly positioned myself in her path and said hello. I learnt that she was part of the organisers of the conference and her name was Rose. Turns out I had bought the wrong flower.