I needed the toilet. Excusing myself, I lolloped over to the outside bathrooms and found an empty stall. Locked? Check.
Release at long last. Sitting on the toilet I wondered if going to the bathroom would always be this awkward. It was dark in the stall and my eyes began to close. Right! All done. Flushing the toilet with a whoosh I turned to unlock the stall door. I twisted the lock.
Nothing. Twist and push was my next attempt. Also nothing. Next, I wet the lock. Nothing either. In fact it just made the lock even more slippery.
By the time I was done my fingers were raw and bloody. When I looked at the lock again I noticed there was blood on the lock too. I began to panic.
Tears of terror and desperation started to stream down my face. A scream bubbled up my throat and was unleashed without a second thought. My mouth dried up. In trepidation I wailed my mother’s name. The only reply was the chirp of the surrounding crickets.
With a bloodcurdling shriek my fathers name came up next. Silence…Shivers crept down my spine. I crawled back onto the toilet seat and then began to whimper. In my feverish five year old imagination the floor turned to snakes and spiders and they began to slither towards me. The whimpers turned to wails and then to howls.
As I gazed up at the roof it dawned on me that I could be stuck here until nightfall. The calls of a woodland kingfisher eventually penetrated my sobs. Calming down I began to listen to the sounds of the bushveld. The cicada bugs and their high pitched squeal. The shuffle of a mongoose and the chirp of a meerkat. Suddenly the roof began to rumble and a troop of monkeys romped all over the thatch.
The helmeted guinea fowls let out their cackling call My mouth filled with a metallic tang and I realised that I had bitten my lip to stop myself from crying out from the pain in my hands. It was excruciating. All of a sudden my ears pricked up at the slightest of thuds.
.. footsteps. And coming closer too! At long last I heard the voice of an angel in the form of my mother.
I screamed for her. She told me that help was coming soon. Before I realised what had happened I was hauled over the stall wall and set free I raced to my mother and hugged her with all my might. Her strong smell of magnolia filled my nose.
At last I was safe