Room 703 to 733

Saved, Sanctified, and not Paying for Broken Showers | Silence is Golden, but not worth $100

Hello dears,

Happy July. Whoa, where is the year running to? I hope you’ve enjoyed the goodness of God thus far.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about my boldness in making demands after a travel mishap. Read here: Making bold demands

Well, guess who found herself in another episode of “ask and you shall receive”?

Me. I did.

This time, it was a hotel booking. The agency handling my trip had sorted the accommodation, so all I had to do was show up, smile politely, and collect the key card. Easy, right?

Until they asked for my credit card to hold a caution fee.

I paused. Side-eyed them. Asked why. But I still gave them the card. Compliance, but make it confusing. 🤔

I got into the room, ready to freshen up and be soft. I turned on the shower. Nothing. Only the tap was working. At first, I thought maybe I was being dramatic. I mean, I’m Nigerian. I’ve fetched water with a bucket and scooped with a bowl before. But then I remembered the $100 caution fee. I didn’t travel this far to pour water on myself.

So I called the front desk. Politely. I explained that I’d barely been in the room for an hour and that the shower was not working. They sent a facility guy. He came, he examined, and he said, “It’ll take about an hour to fix. Or would you prefer to be moved to another room?”

Before he even finished the sentence, I said yes. Because if the shower was down, who knows what else might be hiding and planning to embarrass me? 😏

They moved me to room 733. The facility guy checked that everything was in working order. I checked, too. Thoroughly. Because one thing I’m not about to do is pay for gbese that’s not my own.

As a small consolation for the stress of moving, they gave me breakfast coupons. You better believe I used them with holy boldness and a grateful stomach. 🤣😂

When I checked out, I made sure to ask about the caution fee. The receptionist smiled and said, “No, it wasn’t used. It’ll be reversed.” Joy flooded my soul. Because imagine if I had kept quiet. Imagine if I had just sat there, bathing under the tap like it was normal. I would have paid $100 for a faulty experience.

And here’s what all of this taught me again: there is power in speaking up. Even in small things. Especially in small things. Sometimes we convince ourselves that it’s not that deep, that we don’t want to disturb anyone, that it’s not worth the trouble.

But Luke 12:7 says even the hairs on our head are numbered. That means God is detail-oriented. He cares about every single thing that concerns us.

When you understand that, you stop settling. You stop saying “it’s fine” when it’s not. You begin to advocate for yourself with boldness, not rudeness, not entitlement, but with the calm confidence that comes from knowing who you are and whose you are.

Sometimes that looks like getting your shower fixed. Sometimes it looks like asking about your refund. Sometimes it looks like not letting silence steal what’s rightfully yours.

So once again, I ask, how bold are you to make demands?

Song Suggestion: Confidential by Anendlessocean

With love, bold faith, and the courage to make demands,

Faith, for the Royal Rubies.