Eugenia Abu. It was breakfast time, one of my favourite meals of the day, at the Tiama Hotel, Plateau Abidjan. The spread was delightful—pastry, oatmeal, cereal, fresh juices, an egg station, yoghurt, plenty of fruits, and some grilled chicken, among other things. Breakfast was my time to slow down, enjoy some quiet, and, if I had company, engage in a nice chat over a stunning meal. With a great view of lush greenery, and between mouthfuls of orange juice and cheese croissant, I could indulge in my favourite pastime—people-watching.
Oh, and the staff! Always polite and eager to help. Each day began with mouthwatering delights and a renewed sense of purpose. On this particular day, I approached the reception to drop off my keys before heading to breakfast and then to explore the sights and sounds of Abidjan. However, the entrance to the restaurant was abuzz with security personnel.
As usual, I found my spot by the window, where the meticulously arranged shrubs provided a relaxing view. I noticed a flurry of activity among the staff, and soon enough, the answer became clear. Security personnel hurried to the entrance as an elegant woman stepped into the restaurant.
Her couturier was a genius—solid floral motifs in wine adorned the right side of her blouse, while the left featured a subtle scattering of crystals, far from the ordinary. The waistline of her dress was accentuated with neat knife pleats, and her six-piece skirt draped slightly longer at the back.
Her wavy, short hairstyle framed her face perfectly. Her aides hovered nearby, ensuring she was comfortable. Curious, I beckoned my favourite waiter for information. Where is Nigeria in this conversation? Read also: I have seen my friends and siblings—and possibly yours A former Minister of Foreign Affairs, a teacher, and a politician, Mme Camara had reached this pinnacle after a remarkable career. I considered asking for an interview but opted instead for an introduction.
