How running stomach spoiled my first date during undergraduate days.
When I was an undergraduate I normally go to the neighboring school to look for babes, this is because the town where I school has many tertiary institution. And because our school is superior to others, girls from other school tend to easily accept friendship from guys in our school. I was fortunate to get one and promise to go and visit her on my free days.
The morning before the visit, I ate one left over stew; I actually thought I cooked it properly. By evening I dressed up to go to see my “new catch”. On the bus my stomach gave me sign that I might have a problem and in less than ten minute I felt like wanting to go to the toilet. Meanwhile the local bus plighting that route is always not fast. I was getting more pressed as the bus drop one passenger to pick another. After some few minutes, I got temporary relieve but not long after I was trouble again praying to get to the next bus stop. It’s a short distant but because of the pressure I was passing through and because public toilets are not common I was praying to get to my babe school to ease myself there.
At the bus stop I need a commercial bike to take me to the school; the first that came became fearful of how I acted and zoom off. I was about lifting my leg to climb the bike when I felt as if my anus will release the shit. I stood still to let it go in and at that moment the commercial bike man thought I was convulsing and left. I got some relieve and call another bike who finally took me to her school, but on our way I was again pressed this time as if I should let it go, but when I look how gorgeously dressed I was and the person I want to see I continued the diehard principle.
I stopped at the small gate closer to the student hostel and preparing in my heart that it would soon be over. Each of the rows of hostel has three toilets and three bathrooms; I was virtually running and sweating not because of the weather but pressure. On seeing the toilet from a distant I was ready to fully discharge and empty my stomach. The shit is just centimeter away from reaching the ground. I knock at the first toilet, somebody answered signifying is in use, rushed the second somebody answered, knocked the third same thing. I then screamed!!!
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