My Washroom and I

I have heard a lot about this terrible man, even my own Bembe had told me a lot, I heard he had sent some people to their early graves, rendered some girls useless and under severe pains, I heard some spend days in the hospital after encountering him. You see, all those I have heard and at every point of the tale, I would pick up that potion of the bible "

I entered the washroom  with my deem light, I thought it was same as in the day, thought there was nothing to worry about. I got unclad still whistling. I stood for sometime pondering over all that had gone by during the day, and with a huge sigh I poured water on me for the first time. It felt good, so I went on and on. The feeling was so nice that I started my twerking practice  there and then, shaking every part of me to the music only audible in head. It was in that spirit that a small sense of caution came to me, I took my deem light to look around the washroom, behold he of whom I have heard a lot. I saw him, yes, I did, in his full armor, he looked haggard, I didn't need further explanation to why he could poise such wickedness on people, I felt the washroom mocking me with that "this is decimal number one" thing. He looked mean. I was so shocked, and terfified that my scream had no sound, I stood looking at him, he too staring at me with that "me and you today look", I thought of running, but then, his speed is unmatched, if I should scream, people would run along and meet my unclad body, I dared not reach for my towel, I had unknowingly dropped it beside him. Thinking out loud to myself "so this guy has been here looking at me from the start to finish, what if he's got a picture of me already without my knowledge?" Thinking that couldn't have happened, "what if he goes out and tell people what he has just seen?". All those thoughts ran through me for as quick as thirty seconds.