Greetings, people!
Disclaimer: Please do not read further if you're the type that easily pukes at the mere sight of watery feces. You can't be puking already...
For the past couple of weeks, wonders have been happening in my compound, and I just feel like there's a spiritual force—maybe the spirit of the aborted children of the landlord—that is playing hockey game with us in the compound, especially me.
In one of the days of last two weeks, I was about to turn on my generator to attend to some work when I heard the siren of the presence of electricity.
What a good God! Joy filled my heart, and I hurriedly went to plug my phone and picked up my pressing iron to get to work and what I heard next was a loud spark of electric current, and the light went off. I knew something was wrong outside, so I stepped outside only to meet the 'junior hard-practicing' electrician who was trying to connect our nakedly wired sumo to electricity to pump water. He was doing that when the wires breached.
I was supposed to get angry, but I didn't because it's our general fault. The connection to put on the pumping machine wasn't straight forward; we usually use sparkle wires to put it on.
"What was that?"
"What's happening to the light?"
"Neighbours have lights."
Three female neighbours approached us with their endless questions; we just snubbed because answering one question from a lady would birth another four questions.
I went inside my room and brought out my electrician's tools(when I'm not an electrician) and we went on, trying to fix the light back, but no way. All our efforts yielded nothing, so we concluded to get a real electrician to work on it the next day. It was so painful that day because the electricity in neighboring compound lasted for a very long time and I used petrol to do my work. The cost of petrol is likened to cost of gold now
The next day, it rained heavily, and before we knew it, the soakaway in the compound got flooded, and feces were coming out.
Oh my God!
The thing is that, my house is at the extreme end where the soakaway is located; the soakaway and my window share a boundary, and the office table in my room, where I normally sit, is located in the window space. Imagine that!
When the rain stopped, I went and met the elderly men in the compound for us to find a way to suck out the shit, and guess what? They all played smartness and maneuvered the idea, saying they don't have money for now.
I'm somehow that's easily irritated by bad smells; how do I cope with this?
I couldn't bear it, so I met the only young guy in the compound, and he agreed that we should find someone to suck out the shit, but it must be at a very low price.
I finally got someone, a very young guy with light skin and when he was introduced to me, I couldn't stop wondering how a young guy like this would be packing Nigerian feces. According to him, he doesn't use sucking machine, he uses bucket to pack it from the soakaway. Jeeeeez!
He mentioned his price, which was a little bit low. We agreed and told him I would call him when we are ready.
I went back to my neighbour and he began to give me excuses, saying that he has no money for the problems that are hitting up in the compound. I just let him be with his lamentations.
That's how we lived for two days with the feces from soakaway and electricity blackout.
Personally footing the experience is going to be hard for me, so I've been praying for a miracle then....
....Then a miracle happened
After two days, while thinking of how to go about getting an electrician to fix the light in order to come out from the darkness,
Light got restored, and light appeared in the compound without us bringing an electrician towork on it. I'm sure the spirit that was holding the electricity got tired that day. Lol
Now, I'm hoping the feces would get dried off too because God is not tired of miracle.
Thanks for reading.
