HILTON HOTEL, AN ELEGANT HOTEL IN THE CITY
PHOTO: A side view of Hilton Hotel at the heart of the Kenya's capital city, Nairobi. |
By Maritim Kipngetich
Hilton
Hotel, a 17-storeyed cylindrical with broad base building situated at the heart
of the Kenya’s capital city_ Nairobi _ is a magnificent building designed exclusively to
host people from all spheres of life. When one stands anywhere in the city, one
must locate the position of the Hotel since its architectural design is unique.
It is a landmark which has not only beautifies the city, but it has also augmented
the city’s status. It is one of those ornamental buildings which have made
Nairobians feel like they are living in Copenhagen, Demark_ the smartest and peaceful
city in the world.
It is a
dream of everyone passing near the Hotel that one day one will be among the bigwigs
who spend most of their time inside there. It may look expensive in the outside,
but there is a place for everyone inside; whether a working class or a hustler.
Yesterday night
was a red letter day in my life. It all started at around 8:30pm when a friend
of mine Benjamin Obegi (an experienced journalist at the Standard Newspaper),
who is also my colleague in my place of work and my mentor, invited me to grace
an occasion where journalists who have been writing developmental stories were
being awarded. Lucky enough, the occasion was staged at the Hilton Hotel, a
Hotel I have been admiring a lot and wishing that one day I may get a chance to
just be inside for a tour.
PHOTO: An inside view (ground floor) at the Hilton Hotel in Nairobi, Kenya. |
I was
waiting for 9pm news as I normally do, when I received a phone call from him
that he needed me urgently to be with him as he waited to be awarded. I dashed
to my room in campus and dress smartly for the occasion, picked my national
identity card and headed to the Hotel which is 20 minutes walk from the campus.
It is a rare
case for me to be in the city center when it is passed 8pm not unless it is an
urgent matter. On approaching the hotel,
I checked my phone and I found a missed call from Benjamin. I called him back
to ask which gate I would use to enter the hotel since there are several entrances.
There is one gate opposite International House which I normally see and think
that it must be the main entrance; little did I know that there are other big
entrances where there is thorough security check. He told me to use the gate, main
entrance, which faces National Archives of Kenya building along Moi Avenue.
I hesitated
a bit. I thought the security guards I found near the entrance were the one
checking visitors before they enter the hotel. I later realized that those guys
only deal with those who drive in and not those who go there by foot like me. So
I passed them and followed a guy who was heading inside.
PHOTO: Swimming pool situated at the top of the building, Hilton Hotel. |
He was the first one to be checked at the
entrance. Security guards in this building wear dark piece of suit common to
people of a higher class. So the guard checked the guy I followed. I was lucky,
I had dressed well. My black well-fitting leather jacket, white shirt, black
douser, shining black shoes and of course my spectacles gave me decent look: a look
common to be people of a higher class. “Welcome and enjoy your time here, sir,”
the guard told me. I felt elated and I moved elegantly, a move that portrays my
social status_ ”rich”.
From the
door step and most probably all parts of the building is covered with a woolen glittering
carpet. The occasion was held on the first floor. Before I climbed the stairs
to first floor, I became scared since I never saw anyone climbing up the stairs
but all of them were descending. So I thought
there was another stairs I could use to ascend. Finally, I decided to risk by
using that, only to realize when I was upstairs that that was the only stairs
to be used. At this floor there are
several hotel rooms. So I had elusive moment in identifying which room should I
enter. Doors to different rooms in this building are like those which I watched
in an Indian movie_ Players. I had never seen such doors in my life. I don’t
think even Kenyan presidential residence, State House, has such doors.
I consulted
commissionaire who was standing beside me to assist me in identifying the room
where journalists were being awarded. He opened the door and let me in.
Inside,
there are several people seated at round tables. The lights in this building
are as unique as the building itself. The ladies inside, who are your common
faces in your television screens, were as beautiful as the Banjunis of Lamu or
Indian ladies. The shining lights made them look awesome.
I stood at the door like a lost sheep and
phoned my friend. Fortunately, he was seated near the door and he beckoned me
to where he was. Besides him is a trophy it had been awarded to him! A trophy I
normally see in the malls along Moi Avenue and Kimathi Street and wondering how
costly it is. I had an exclusive opportunity to hold it and see what was
written in it. The trophy carried the name of my friend_ Benjamin Obegi,
Standard Print.
PHOTO: A side view of Hilton Hotel during the night. |
I felt out
of place. I was with respectable guys in the society, members of the fourth
estate_ journalists. The journalists inside this hotel room were not ordinary
journalists, but award winning journalists. Journalists, who have traversed this
country writing stories about Female Genital Mutilation (FGM), were being honoured
by Kenya Media Network on Population and Development.
Unfortunately,
I found the occasion at its tail end. I only witnessed one NTV female reporter
being awarded.
After serving
me a drink, my friend Benjamin Obegi had a word for me.
“I called
you to come here and witnessed this, so that you strive to write an award winning
story in future,” he said to me.
We left the
building at 9:40pm. I was extremely happy and I thanked my friend for his
invitation before we part ways near Nation Centre. We promised to see one
another the next day in the office and bade one another good night.
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