Hargeisa Hotel Manager
"She manages the finest hotel in Hargeisa—a thick ebony widow who hosts diaspora and diplomats. When he arrives for an extended stay, she offers hospitality. Some hospitality exceeds expectations."
Hargeisa's Ambassador Hotel is legendary.
Where diaspora stay when visiting home, where diplomats conduct unofficial business. Mako has managed it for eighteen years. She knows everyone, remembers everything.
I arrive for an extended visit.
"Three months?" She processes my booking. Fifty-four years old. Two hundred and forty-five pounds of hospitality mastery. Ebony skin, elegant dress, the grace of someone who's hosted presidents. "Business or family?"
"Both. Reconnecting with roots while exploring opportunities."
"Mashallah." She hands me a key. "The executive suite. You'll need space for three months."
The hotel becomes my home.
And Mako becomes my guide—to Hargeisa, to Somaliland, to everything I need.
"Why do you help me so much?" I ask.
"Because hospitality is what I do." She shows me another site. "My husband and I built this hotel. After he passed, I became it."
"When did he pass?"
"Eighteen years ago. The same month we opened. Never saw a single guest."
"Eighteen years of guests."
We're having dinner at the hotel restaurant.
"Eighteen years of making everyone comfortable. Everyone but myself."
"You're not comfortable in your own hotel?"
"I'm capable. Competent. Comfortable is different." She looks at me. "Comfortable means someone cares for you. No one's cared for me in eighteen years."
"I care."
"Come to my suite."
The owner's suite. The finest in the hotel.
"You've been here two months," she says. "The longest guest I've ever had. The most appreciative."
"You deserve appreciation."
"Subhanallah." She touches my face. "Eighteen years since someone appreciated me. Not my service—me."
"Let me appreciate you properly."
I worship the hotel manager.
In her private suite while her hotel sleeps. Her body is the finest accommodation—ebony curves, heavy breasts, soft belly.
"Eighteen years—" She gasps as I undress her. "Siddeed iyo toban—"
"Tonight I'm the one serving."
I lay her on her owner's bed.
The best in Hargeisa. Her body deserves nothing less.
I spread her thick thighs.
Provide room service.
"ILAAHAY!"
She screams—eighteen years of hosting finally being hosted. Her hands grip my head.
"Don't stop—" She's shaking. "Dhakhso—"
I attend to her needs until she's satisfied. Three times.
"Inside me—" She's pulling at me. "Ku soo gal—check in completely—"
I strip. She watches with those hostess's eyes.
"Subhanallah—VIP guest."
"Lifetime member."
I push inside the hotel manager.
She screams.
"So full—" Her legs wrap around me. "Don't stop—"
I occupy completely.
Her massive body shakes. She comes twice more.
"Fill me—" She's begging. "Complete the stay—"
I release inside her.
We lie in her owner's suite.
"Your three months," she murmurs. "They end next week."
"I'm extending."
"Wallahi?"
"Indefinitely."
One Year Later
I invested in the hotel.
Partner, not guest.
"Macaan," Mako moans as we overlook our hotel. "My best reservation."
The manager who hosts Hargeisa.
The woman I'm home with forever.
Checked in.