There is always that strong shit, dense and defiant, that refuses to flush no matter how many times you twist the water knob. It just sits there, staring at you like “oga you no serious o!”
You squeeze the knob again for one more flush, hoping the many cycles of water must have weakened it, but whossai.
And then you pick up a full bucket of water, and with all the anger in you, ram it down the toilet bowl, and then it swims, dancing from side to side, while you pray: biko kwa, don’t make me fetch another bucket. And then it circles and disappears.
What's funnier is that you let out a huge sigh of relief afterwards. Can you imagine? A sigh of relief; that the shit is finally gone.
MO
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You squeeze the knob again for one more flush, hoping the many cycles of water must have weakened it, but whossai.
And then you pick up a full bucket of water, and with all the anger in you, ram it down the toilet bowl, and then it swims, dancing from side to side, while you pray: biko kwa, don’t make me fetch another bucket. And then it circles and disappears.
What's funnier is that you let out a huge sigh of relief afterwards. Can you imagine? A sigh of relief; that the shit is finally gone.
MO
.
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