Many ideas
have been playing in my head since last week but this one just kinda sticks (shit stays un-flushed) in
my head as soon as I left the toilet after my daily routine this morning. So,
get into your toilet to read this piece as you are guaranteed an aftereffect of
feeling “fresh out of the toilet”.
No, not
latrine; I am talking about toilet. Not that place you only visit just to drop
that very dirty irritating part of you, as unaccommodating as a place you go to
only wash away your sins. No, I am talking of a sparkling clean and neat
environment where you can forget you are actually dropping smelly stuffs while
you tweet hours away… some of the sweetest spots to tweet, for those who know.
I remember
when I was having my youth service at Nsukka and we were having toilet issues
in my lodge as you would just wake up and what you would meet in the toilet
would chase you out of the lodge to do your morning liquid outpour… and it got
to an unbearable point that we had to call a meeting so as to make a timetable
for weekly cleaning of the whole bathroom, only for one crossriver girl to object
the arrangement. I thought she wanted us to have the toilet cleaned like three
times a week but she said, “Washing the toilet once a week is too much naw; we are more than this in my house
but we don’t wash our toilet every week and it stays clean for like two weeks
and more.” And we all just stared at her with mouths opened but didn’t mention
to her that she was evidently the dirty binsh
who was always leaving the place messy!
when the binsh made her toilet washing suggestion |
I enter some
toilets and I see toilet papers, instead of water, to clean my bum with like
“what the F? Whoever said you should replace water with paper must be very
stupid.” If you think I am so old fashion as I don’t feel comfortable with
toilet papers, you should tell me if you can completely clean off your shits
with the papers, especially if you are having a watery session! And it wasn’t
funny the day I was hooked in one of KFC’s outlets and I rushed into their
restroom… I did my thing and I was relieved, only for me not to see any water
to clean up. Okay, what about toilet paper (no choice naw)? But what was staring at me was the rolling cardboard like
“Sorry, LASTma.” Please, why was there no tap outlet for old-school people like
me in that place? And what would you have done if you were in my shoes? My
people, I walked out with my dangling ‘anaconda’ to ask for toilet papers ni oh; they sure had a crazy customer
that day!
toilet like this |
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