Our next facilitator turned out to be a klutz who was as exciting as a flashy new doorknob. He was fat, sweaty and kept saying “I think you get me”, which left me and Tola looking at each other and…
Training day -Oshoko Bushushu
“Good morning,” I greeted the receptionist at the hotel in Ikeja, “I am here for the training.” “Which one?” the pretty faced and chubby, light-skinned lady replied, flashing a set of teeth that would make good advertisement for Close Up.…