One of our guestrooms had cracks in the walls. So, we invited the plasterer to solve the problem and ‘close the insect door’.
Of course we knew we would have to paint the walls after that. A job I intended to do myself.
I didn’t get the chance.
Returning home one day, Amadou happily told me that he and Sedou had already done the job. And they did quite well! I was surprised to see that there were hardly any spots on the floors. They being so tiny that it would be easy to remove them.
The next morning, I saw Amadou putting the furniture back into the room. Just a cleaning job and ready to be used again.
Off the list…
Well, at least that’s what I thought at that moment.
Being in the kitchen later that day, I noticed Amadou in one of the other guestrooms, so I went over to take a look. Working his way around the furniture, he was painting the floor, being of the opinion that it needed a fresh layer of paint. He happily told me he had already finished the other room.
Looking at it I was in total shock, couldn’t believe my eyes. Not only because of the way he was working, but also for not even having talked about it before starting the paintjob. First of all I wasn’t of the opinion that the floors needed to be painted and besides of that it was instantly clear to me that his work was not going to meet my need for beauty.
Five days later the paint still hasn’t dried and yes as soon as it has, the floors need to be redone (after having removed all furniture!) and the walls need to be touched up, since they have found some of the paint meant to be on the floor…
It’s going to take at least another week before they are ready for use.
Amadou was feeling disappointed and upset for me not honoring his initiative, not wanting to hear my need for communication nor wanting to see that his work is not going to win a price for beauty.
Rather than having to find out this way, he could have learned from my experience. It would have saved time, energy, paint and emotions…
Wondering what I’ll find upon return of my upcoming journey.
Fingers crossed… 🙂