Some days are good, while others, not so good. Then there are days like this that are absolutely horrible, and it is in these moments I start questioning my existence.
I woke up around 5am as I usually do and was greeted with zero electricity, which is actually how we slept yesterday. We actually slept in darkness and their silly excuse is that it rained. I'm assuming anyways, because they never give explanation before cutting off electricity.
Normally I'd soldier on without electricity because it is one of the horrible things that I've learnt how to live without in this country, but today's a peculiar case.
The issue is, I want to shit, and I mean take a serious shit. My morning shit is extremely important to me because it sets the tone for the day. I can't overemphasize how important this shit is to me, but now there's no water to wash or flush with because no electricity.
Around here, everybody pumps their own water because the Government's water supply channel is as useless as a dick in a lesbian convention. My other options aren't exactly full proof, or healthy but if this goes on for the next two hours I'm going to either;
- Shit in a bag and fling it as far away from my house as possible, and it'll definitely land on someone else's roof
- Dig a hole in front of my neighbour's house, shit inside and bury it. This is way too stressful.
This is horrible, horrible I tell you. Absolutely horrible 馃槶