One of the sanitizer dispensers that I wasted my muscle and energy to search for yesterday refused to work well like an object. When they inserted battery, It was doing like an overfed child trying to swallow saliva.
Instead of it to release sanitizer to someone’s hand, the engine was just doing its own Sallah celebration before the children of men will finish all the meat.
Without any gbas gbos, I had to return the dispenser back to the seller.
This morning when I got there, they tried working on the engine but the thing no gree work as per China product that it is.
After plenty trials of repairs, I was given a new dispenser. I was the one that disvirgined the nylon of the dispenser but still the new one refused to work…same unholy behaviour.
When I started shouting, they brought another product but that one was double wahala.
I was hungry. There is a little pharmacy close to that plaza and the only healthy thing they had that I could eat was bottle of water in their transparent fridge.
Due to my anxiety and frustration about the engine wahala, I finished three bottles of 75cl SWAN water without even realising that my enemies had installed a large tank inside my throat.
After a while, I became pressed. My bladder was full and I needed a place to pee. I asked where the restroom is and the pharmacist said that they do not have a restroom in the whole plaza.
I didn’t believe him but I had no choice than to use my peace of mind to hold my urine.
I couldn’t bear it again. My bladder became swollen with urine and I started feeling uncomfortable.
In respect to my kidney I made extra effort to search for a bush in Wuse 2 or a hidden corner to pee away my urine but no way.
Luck smiled finally smiled on me. I saw KFC restaurant some metres away from the building and I went to use their restroom.
When I entered, I didn’t want it to seem like I lost my way into their toilet from outside when I had no plan to buy anything.
I joined their queue. Before the lady attending to customers could get to my turn, I looked left, right, middle and centre and dashed off to their restroom. At this point, I was almost peeing on my fine cloth in that hot afternoon.
Brethren, God did not allow my urinary tract to shame me because I made it just in time before I finish work on my cloth.
When I finally entered the restroom, I mercilessly unleashed the tap of my endurance inside their white toilet seat with a smile of satisfaction.
When I was done, their fine mirror inside the toilet was now calling my name to take some mirror selfies to pepper my enemies.
Let’s just say I joined the mirror gang people today and produced a masterpiece of my big sweaty head.
I am happy. The only thing remaining for me to take an Instagram worthy shoot is iPhone 11 max pro and a born again weavon to cover my wannabe dreads and the injury mark on my forehead.
When I finished my photo shoot session inside their toilet, the aroma of their chicken almost blinded my nostril with hunger pangs.
This time around unlike other days, I did not allow my mouth and stomach to win the fight by buying any food of temptation. I did my face like a soldier of weightloss and I walked out of KFC.
Thank God my sanitiser was ready when I got back there. If I had wasted let’s say extra 1 hour in that environment, the safety of KFC chicken cannot be guaranteed.
At least I still bought the aroma of their chicken. I paid for the toilet I used with my nose that they tortured with unsolicited aroma..