As Ibuzor (not implied) stared down the ceramic toilet bowl, richly decorated and arabesque with fecal matter, his thoughts and mind were like the stormy seas, thrashing about from the tumultuous winds the foul smelling bowl brought to his nose, mouth and stomach. He couldn't understand it and didn't even realize when he muttered under his breath "Kai, so Oyibo children can do this kind of thing". "See how it looks, ah ah!!! How can somebody mix soap for washing hand, with shit and still decide that the best thing to do is the shove toilet roll inside THAT same bowl?". He shut the toilet bowl, shook his head and said more audibly than before, "Mba oh!!! I am not washing this." He closed the four toilet stall in the female children's bathroom of Digbeth's community primary learning center in Conventry, West midlands UK. He shuffled across to the next stall, the 10th toilet on his cleaning route and last for the night. With a gentle yet firm shove, the toilet stall door popped wide open, exposing its vile content. He looked straight down its already open bowl, heaved a sigh of relief , assessed its shit stained surface and he said thankfully, "Thank God, this one is better."
