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Have you all seen this movie- Scanner Darkly and if not, I’m sorry! The suits they used in the movie is what I want to use to cover my identity.
It happened in Lagos and I wouldn’t say it was a very good day- at least for me. On this particular day, I was having some gastrointestinal disturbances – purging real bad. I shuffled between my room and the toilet a couple of times. As a result, I felt the frustration on the WC.
Actually, the worry started when I had to go out; I went out praying to God begging him not to punish me for my sins today and He should take absolute control of my stomach [I literally gave my stomach to Him that day].
While I was out, there wasn’t any rumbling coming from my stomach and everything was fine until it was time to go home. I got into the car tapping my butts and singing that the stool should go away.
Out of nowhere, the usual Lagos no-cause traffic sprung up… BAD TIMING!!! Instantly, my stomach ran out of patience and could not take it anymore; it gave me the loudest rumble I’ve heard all day but I kept praying to God for control. Even though the traffic was escaped, there was still an accident and area boys encountered along the way. People sympathized with the victim but I was sweaty; I was sweating furiously and I sympathized with myself. With every minute passed, aaahhh!!!
I became scared to my bone – “can we just go already?”
The home wasn’t far away and when we reached the last junction to the house, an unusual traffic appeared. This time, Kai!!! my stomach could not take it again and down the poop came in my pants. All I could do was control the sound and pray that no one would notice. Fortunately for me, no one noticed. I got home, cleaned up and told my sister but the shame is still engraved on my forehead.
For me, it was really an embarrassing experience wherein I felt the whole world saw me poop in my pants!!!
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