The hallway of doors

Kofi, a Ghanaian man in his late 30s who is a tailor: very dark skin, tall and lean, a sculpted high-top fade with a gold afro comb tucked in it, neat short beard, gold-rimmed round glasses, wearing a sharply cut double-breasted suit in a loud orange, green and gold kente-inspired woven print with a matching pocket square. Standing in a hotel corridor of identical violet doors as every door behind him swings open at once, his face going very still.