If what happened to me on this
fateful day was a scene in one of Mr. Ibru’s film, you would have been forced
to start your stomach (laff), ok let me not lift your expectations, it might turn
out not to be funny and in turn lead to another embarrassing moment for me, but
as at now this remains one of my top most embarrassing moments in life. It was
the story of the day I got naked in my bathroom.
December 2008 couldn’t have ended in
a more emphatic fashion, we were early enough to celebrate yuletide in our new
house and I get to sleep in a bedroom I call my own, shower in my bathroom, u
needed to see the way I was blushing on this day. I spent the first night in my
room, it wasn’t too cold nor warm, it was just perfect. I spent the early hours
of the next morning arranging and rearranging the room until I ran out of tsn(the style network)
ideas, it then occurred to me “shower time”
I turned to my room door, reached
for the knob and twisted the key until I heard KPRAM, did a quick strip dance
for my pillow, i saw my towel but left it in the room, I mean what’s the use
since the room door is locked I can do what I like(that’s what I thought) I entered
my bathroom and closed the door in Adam’s kinda suit, took my time in the
shower, brushed my teeth, scrubbed my unmentionables, shampooed my hair, in
short I had my bath. After I was convinced that I’ve had a clean bath, I made
way for the exit only to get the shock of my life.
I turned the door knob of the
bathroom door and it had no effect, tried it over and over and over and over,
but it still didn’t open, realizing I was
naked and stranded I sat on my closet and placed my hands above head. i could hear my phone ring
in the bedroom but it was the least of my problem. In my head I was
contemplating whether to shout or to chillax until someone in the house misses
my presence, I eventually decided to chill, after like 30minutes it seemed like
nobody was missing me so I had to try the other option but it had no effect
either.
After like an hour food was ready
and mum wanted to find out why I wasn’t out early for breakfast, on hearing her
footsteps I screamed then she came by and I explained the whole incident to her
screaming. The chairman of the house heard of this and I could smell his breath
of anger from where I was sitting.
They called for the carpenter and
they were able to break into my room, before they set me free. The moment they
opened the door, I saw my mom, dad, and the carpenter, I didn’t know if I was
to cover my unmentionable with my hand or just free it, run to grab my towel or
just walk to pick it, in the end I stood looking at the trio looking at me
looking at them.
My room key was seized and I never
asked for it since I don’t intend locking my room ever again until my honeymoon
sha. I can never forget that day, to think of it our family friends came over
shortly after the incident.
