farafinam
Google
I came here simply to visit a relative, who was staying at the hotel, and join her for a drink. Hotels today are no longer just places to sleep, they market themselves as lifestyle hubs where you can dine, grab drinks, and enjoy the atmosphere without necessarily being an overnight guest. Yet instead of being welcomed, I was met with suspicion and unnecessary interrogation.||At the gate, hotel security demanded my ID, my phone number, and even asked me to explain the purpose of my visit. It was invasive, inappropriate, and frankly offensive. To make matters worse, this so-called “procedure” clearly wasn’t applied equally: my friend, who had walked in just before me, was waved through without a single question. Let’s not sugarcoat it, this wasn’t about policy. It was profiling, plain and simple.||I’ve traveled widely, across Abidjan and beyond, and NEVER—NOT ONCE—have I had to justify my existence just to grab a drink at a hotel. To experience this here was a first for all the wrong reasons.||As a young African woman, it’s exhausting to constantly be judged or assumed guilty of something just for showing up. That harmful stereotype was alive and well at this hotel’s entrance, and it left me feeling angry, humiliated, and utterly unwelcome.||If management truly wants this hotel to be seen as a lifestyle destination, then its staff need to treat visitors as valued guests, not suspects. Until that changes, I’d strongly urge others to reconsider supporting this place.