Nothing Has Ever Felt Like This

by Vera Ezimora

No, I am not talking about love (though that would be good), or money (even better), or fame and wealth (oh, best), but what I am actually talking about is what none of you will see coming. I’m talking about the greatest feeling ever…I’m talking about having the power to get rid of your frustration. I’m talking about having the physical and mental ability to expose a portal from which your burden and frustration can be let out. To be more specific, I am talking about sh*tting. Yeap, that’s what I’m talking about.

What is it about sh*tting that has you feeling like a new person at the end of it? You go into a room (also known as the bathroom or the toilet), sit on a commode, expose this bizarre portal (also known as your anus) and before you know it, some slices, or tubers, or pieces (whatever you decide to call them) come sliding out. You sit there and just push and push and have all kinds of grimaces on your face; so much that if one did not know what you were actually doing, he or she would think you’re having an orgasm.

Bathroom time for me is a very sacred time. I go in there, relax and let all my troubles unwind (physically and mentally). I even have magazines to entertain myself while I’m in there handling my business. Most times, I do not read the magazines though, so I take a novel in there with me, and I also take any other thing I may need while I’m having my private spa.

I’m talking about things like the cordless phone, cell phone, earpiece, etc. I have recently upgraded to also taking my laptop in (with cords and all); after all, I do have to check my mails…right? If we are in the winter, I might take a cup of hot cappuccino. But when the brutal heat of summer rolls around, I might take a popsicle or two to cool me off while I’m working out (you know it’s a workout trying to squeeze the slices out, right?). Oh, and let’s not forget my lip gloss. One’s lips can get awfully chapped after working out for a long time.

There is something so fascinating about one’s own sh*t that you never feel like it stinks. In fact, you think it is the best smelling sh*t ever (if there is such a thing). I mean, I can talk, eat and do any thing at all while I’m sh*tting, and I will relish every breath I take of my sh*t, but when it is someone else’s sh*t, I would not even dare go close to that place because it stinks! My sh*t smells so good that I do not even feel the need to spray an air freshener when I’m done. If anything, I will go back a few minutes later just to get one last sniff before it completely dissipates. Oh, the joy I feel!

The smart people (also known as scientists) who came up with the theory of matter coming in three states (solid, liquid and gas) are very smart people indeed! Think of it; sh*t is solid, urine is liquid, and fart is gas. Brilliant! I find it very astounding that you can get rid of your excess luggage in three different states. I am yet to decide which one is my favorite one; they all seem to do miracles to my comfort level.

I do not know what kind of people you have in your life, but I think I have the weirdest people in mine. Whenever my father farts (which he does very often and quite loudly too), he demands that we hail him…and even clap for him. Every time he farts, we have to say, “Ogbuefi!” And then he answers. My mother on the other hand feels the need to describe to me in details, the fine points of her sh*t. It might have been long, maybe watery, or just plain ol’ hard. Till date, the only air freshener that has been mildly able to tackle the foul odor of my mother’s sh*t is Febreeze. As for my father’s sh*t, I do not think it can ever be tackled. It is one of those things we leave up to God, and hope that He will not let us down.

My friend, Funmi learnt the bitter lesson of one-flush-per-sh*t after she foolishly filled her toilet with long, hard sh*t. Can you guess what happened? Yeap, the toilet got clogged up by sh*t. Do not ask me who had to plunge it; she might not want that information disclosed, although I am tempted to do so. But imagine what the person had to go through; I mean, seriously, how cruel was that? Needless to say, she has never repeated such a careless mistake.

Now, what is it that makes sh*t so personal and private? Nobody ever wants to sh*t in someone’s house…unless it’s a very close friend or family, of course. What would you do if you are in the house of a new romantic interest and the urge suddenly comes? I’ll tell you what I do when I’m in a house where I do not wish the stench of my sh*t (however pleasant) to be smelt. I try to cover the whole commode with my butt and thighs, so that the stench does not escape, and then as soon as the sh*t enters the water, I flush, and wait for the next arrival. Brilliant, huh? Of course, I do not guarantee that this will work on your sh*t; stenches of sh*t do come in different flavors, you know?

The feeling of releasing a fart is absolutely phenomenal! There is an ah moment that comes after one is released into the world. It is a feeling of liberation! It feels so great to release one of your own naturally-made tear gas into the world to do some mass damage to some bad, bad people. It is quite unfortunate we cannot see it because I would love to see it dissipate and sleekly go up people’s noses. The vile looks on their faces would give me all the joy I need.

My lovely aunt, whose name I will not mention in order to spare her the shame, is always talking about the special sh*t she sh*ts. It is the one where you take off your pants/skirt and underwear completely because you need the space to spread your legs apart. And while sh*tting, you have to put both hands on your head. I guess you must be going through an Oh-thank-you-Lord-for-this-miracle phase. Did I mention she has her eyes closed and her mouth open? Go figure!

It goes without saying that I have never said sh*t so many times in one write-up. It is even more interesting that I do not mean it in a bad way. Now that I think about it, how did sh*t even become a bad word? This is something that I have to investigate; I do not know how constructive this research will be, of course, but I will find out once I am done – if my interest in said research lasts long enough. Somehow, I doubt it.

As I end this baby, I can think of only one person who finds sh*t and all its components to be rather interesting. Do you?

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micheal December 22, 2008 - 9:03 pm

haha! haba nawa 4 u oh…………e don dey cravck ma ribs……..but……….u don pass craze!

ogunlaja bolajoko December 22, 2008 - 7:58 pm

Vera, ur sooo funny, ur article hits n d truth tho.

Rosie August 28, 2007 - 3:25 pm

Oh Vera,

Only you have the tenacity to describe sh*t with such humor and grace. Steve, get a life abi your sh*t no dey smell? Shuo!

Sam August 25, 2007 - 7:28 am

Go girl!

Anonymous August 24, 2007 - 12:51 pm

Very real and humorous although the people who don't sh*t will come after you for being too graphic. 🙂

Owena August 24, 2007 - 5:25 am


Reply August 24, 2007 - 4:56 am

Ol girl….You don dey kolomental ooooo…abi see how your yarns come dey get twists and turns.You just dey make ya sef happy baa…as u don already release the word easily w/o anyone shouting…in naija's ala Igbo, anakpo ya inyu nsi.You for describe how e dey be if d thing holle you and u no find place to drop am like when u dey inside Ekene Dili Chukwu bus…in the middle of nowhere at the middle of the afternoon….

Steve August 24, 2007 - 12:21 am

There's something wrong with you. What a strange human being you are.


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