Vulnerable Moments

en we meet in person you won't ask me about the details I am about to ruthlessly spit here.I am too shy.I have always postponed this story, but not an

fort. I got to the men's washroom and took the first door. Whatever took me there was successful. ...in fact I spent a few seconds analysing the aftermath, (Macroscopy: Brown, formed,f**l odour, NAD (no abnormality detected. )Did I have a tissue paper? No, but did I have my wallet with several bank statements for fee and a few innocent old 50 shilling notes? Yes, that wasn't going to be an issue. Water was outside in plenty ,I would simply use the ¾ cut 5 litre jerrican to clear all evidences of the malefaction I had committed.No sooner had I attempted to open the door, than I realised I was in for a rude shock....somehow,the door wasn't opening ....no matter how much I tried. I was only a few weeks old in the university and I didn't quite know how to handle that type of lock...I'm sure I was just doing it right ,but it had developed a few mechanical complications. Also, as a toddler my biggest fear,was being inside the loo,with the door locked ....I would imagine that I might fall inside the pit latrine and I would never be found.In my childhood days I preferred taking care of my business with the door wide open....and if that was not possible I would rather take the shit on my self....my big sister Molly Achieng would clean me anyway. I reminded myself ,at this juncture ,why as a kid i used to drop my paraphernalia with the door agape, and for a moment I regretted why I had dropped the culture I so dearly cherished.10 minutes later. .I was still struggling with the door ,using all my 18 years old masculine energy to no avail. And really I was in trouble. ....remember my phone was in 2nd floor with my crush perusing through...I didn't need it to call anyone to ask for help since i had locked the door from inside