Omo!! What a day!
Today in school, I had stomach upset right in the middle of GST class. Like me, I assumed I could hold it in until after the class, then I'd run home and ignore the other class, the last class for that day. But you know, man proposes, and the devil in the form of stomach issues opposed.
The place where the class is held is a big, airy hall but I was sweating bad. I could barely sit well on my seat. I stopped writing too. Infact, I was in the class but not in the class.i was going berserk. Then the goosebumps started and I had to undo the hook of my skirt and let down the zip a little. Still, nothing. It even became worse and the weapon formed against me was threatening to let itself free.
I thought about standing up and exiting the class and just when I was about putting my thoughts to work, the lecturer said, "tear out a sheet of paper for your test." I died a million times. As for the test, I did not write it. It wrote me.
I never ever use public toilets but considering how pressed I was, it was either I did or make a mess of myself in little time. Fortunately for me, the test took only about 15 minutes after which the lecturer left the class although she had, say, forty more minutes until her time was due. I was the first to exit the class(even before the lecturer). I went to the toilet area, paid a fee to the people in charge and when I got in, the whole place was messed up. Unflushed with no water. People are dirty sha. Tueh!
My personal health/hygiene is Paramount to me. I almost even threw up there and then cause the things I saw were gross. Somehow, in that moment, I felt some relief. My body system seemed to relax a bit.
Seizing that moment of relief, I decided to head back home.
Getting home should take me 20 minutes max but some factors as traffic, getting a bus, walking certain distances, make it a little more. I boarded the school shuttle taxi that would take me to the main gate although I normally walk that distance. Of course, the catastrophe waiting to happen made me do so. Just as the taxi began to move, I regretted my decision. Guy! At that point I knew that to run mad is easy. Very easy.
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When I alighted, I walked the distance to the bus park to catch a bus going my way. That walk was horrible. Seemed unending. At the bus park, the bus loading passengers was half empty. I was hyperventilating, crying and fighting in my spirit. The bus seemed to take hours to get full(it was actually only few minutes). Then there was little traffic and then passengers getting on and off. If only I had the strength and a cord, driver neck for tell am. I got off the bus finally and made the longest walk of my life. I was half-limping and half-running.
I was walking and doing that breathing exercise they ask women in labour to do, in movies. Closer home, to even open my mouth to greet the people I know was problem. On getting to the front of my compound, this man stopped me and said something something like that (he was asking for someone/something but shit had blocked not just my anus but my senses)? I told him I had no idea what he was talking about and left his presence quickly.
I ran the few steps up to the house. Immediately I opened the door, I threw my bag aside and doom came threatening with so much angst. I just ran into the toilet and let hell loose.
Side note/unrelated - shit is sweet Sha. Gosh!
Few minutes after I was out of the toilet, I would meet the man from earlier again. Surprised at seeing me, he said to me, "but you told me you don't know this place."
I just smiled a little, apologized and told him "you won't understand, sir. It's a long story"
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