Sorrows of a Girl

Join me cry.

I go to a public university. What does this mean? It means that larger or broader scope of animals share the school with me.

They can be found in the classrooms, public resting areas, library, religious spaces, and MOST importantly, HOSTELS.

I stay in a small-ish hostel. You can see the end from the beginning. Everybody supposedly knows everybody (I don't know anyone who doesn't live close to my room). But still! the audacity to commit atrocities like the ones coming below never runs dry.

The first week of my resumption to this place, I saw a girl enter the bathroom barefoot! SISTER if you don't love and care for your feet, I do!

That place is not a place your raw feet should even accidentally make contact with. I was too stunned to speak. Omo. Now, anytime I see her, about eight months after the first sighting, all I see is her coming out of the bathroom barefoot.

Another set of people are the barbarians staying upstairs with me. These people throw water from the balcony. I have unfortunately been a victim of special “showers”. Thinking about it fills my soul with wrath and heavy grief. The girl that poured her water on me disappeared before I could make it up the flight of stairs.

They do not only pour cooking waste water packed with food residue. They also brush their teeth from the balcony and spit it down. I do not know who taught them or why they have chosen to be this way, but they have and it is affecting me heavily.

There is a big kitchen in every corner of the hostel with six sinks, a little bit away are the bathroom stalls and toilet stalls. I promise you, they are not far. And we are not in charge of cleaning any of these places.

This knowledge makes two things happen in my head.

It justifies the atrocious dirtiness of these spaces

It justifies the balcony brushing and dumping water

I mean, if you had to clean the toilets and bathrooms yourself, you wouldn't drop shit for your daddy to come and pack. You also would not drop pads in the bathroom unattended. The sinks would also not be full of food residue that ends up blocking the drainage and stinking.

You also would not justify brushing from the balcony because the four washbasins in the bathroom are dirty and yellow.

In the holiday that just ended, one of the girls that stayed back used to have her bath outside because the bathroom was not clean. She would also brush from the balcony because the washbasins were not clean enough. These were lies because on my line, we were only four around and the cleaners still came up until a week to resumption. That means that the bathrooms were majorly clean for our holiday.

The second most annoying part of brushing from the balcony is the white stain on the walls. The most annoying thing is the fact that you're spitting that distance. Girlllll nobody knows what's in your mouth and now the molecules have been set free in the air.

Their idea is usually “I am too neat for those dirty places” but then they go about creating dirt more disgusting than the original.

The second latest thing I witnessed is where a lady decided to baptise the bathroom my room uses with blood clots. I was shocked to see little blood babies on the floor. I don't know how long it stayed there because it had started to smell. I had to use bleach and water to flush her blood kids down the drain.

If it was one or two clots, I wouldn't even be bothered by it. This lady probably went in there shaking her bum to eject more clots. Why do I think this?

The blood clots weren't in a line (assuming she went to urinate or bath)

Let us go back a bit to the over-the-balcony water dumpers. This case I am about to speak of, is the most peculiar one I have witnessed and dare I say I was quite unfortunate that day.

So it was 4am and I was awake, hungry and trying to make something for myself to eat and not perish before the day got bright. I came out of my room, headed to the kitchen. I looked briefly to the left and saw a figure easing herself,I paid no mind and went about my business. Only for me to be returning from the kitchen and this figure was dumping her urine over the balcony.

I entered my room, slid to the floor because my legs couldn't stand the unbelief they had just witnessed, shed a tear in sorrow because the people staying downstairs were going through a lot. I know her, I see her almost everyday, it has been over two months and whenever I see her, that scene plays in my head.

Another set of people are the ones that come to the bathroom to pee without water. These people are the reason our bathroom smells like aged urine capable of destroying a species. I know at least seven notorious girls that come to the bathroom without water to flush their bodily fluids.

If you have similar thoughts like me, we are twins. I usually watch them do their business( I do not hover. I just observe from afar) to have the justified thought that their underwear most definitely stinks.

They have a twin set and those ones don't flush the toilet. They don't carry water to the toilet, don't wash their asses ( I have seen this with my eyes too many times to be okay).

We have an honorable toilet mention DRUM ROLLS if you stay in a public university, you would be totally and absolutely irked out. This lady SITS ON THE TOILET. I MEAN DIRECT BUM-TOILET CONTACT.

Initially, I didn't believe it, so I had to investigate. I timed her toilet movement, told my roommate, and we all confirmed this truth.

When I see perpetrators of these crimes outside the hostel laughing, I say in my heart their behaviour and wish something happens to them.

If you have read any of these, and you have thought “these are okay” you're not okay. And I strongly advise you to see a psychiatrist.