Oh shit!
It was Saturday. Saturdays are my house cleaning days; it’s become a routine to clean my clothes in the morning and my room in the afternoon. Because I live on a second floor, I became accustomed to hanging my clothes on the railing overlooking my downstairs neighbors’ small courtyard area. If it’s a windy day, my clothes may blow off the rail downstairs. My neighbors usually look out for me and hang up whatever falls down. On this particular day, the wind took out some of my clothes but my neighbors only saved one of the two items that fell down. They were able to understand my broken Acholi and successfully located my missing tank top on a pile of someone’s charcoal. It was dusk outside and I could see, to my disappointment, with the little light that my tank was pretty dirty. But once I was in my fully lit bathroom, I noticed that something much worse than dirt was covered in my tank. I died a little bit insides as I realized...