Poop

Silently the man slips stealthily through the shadows of a dark Chadian night. The Bere Adventist Hospital has become his temporary domain. His child is hospitalized for severe malaria and a blood transfusion is slowly dripping life back into his fever wracked body. The man has sinister motives. He really needs to go.

The hospital has had trouble for years with patients relieving themselves in piles on the ground in the tradition of the African bush. Despite the availability of latrines, the smell and foreignness of the cement structures is revolting to someone used to the pleasant peacefulness of natural surroundings and soft grass or sand. In the 90's a resourceful night watchman named Jairus made successful war on the perpetrators by taking the pile in a rubber gloved hand and moving from bed to bed wiping some of the stool on each bed until someone confessed or turned in the guilty party who then had to go out and bury the leftover turds.

The problem only got worse with the building of a fence around the hospital in 2004.

Now, this evening, maybe the tide will turn as our unknown man makes his way quietly past the operating theater to the outside water faucet. Taking a comfortable position squatting flexing and stretching his thigh muscles the man pulls down his pants and stretches out his hands to get a firm grip on the metal water pipe coming out of the cement slab he has chosen as his receptacle. Suffering from a common Chadian ailment, his knuckles turn white as he strains to force out the poop hardened in his dehydrated and constipated colon. A sigh of relief accompanies the success of his mission until a bright light suddenly blinds him and a harsh cry of "Ca c'est quoi?!!" brings to an end his devious deed.

Literally caught with his pants down the man hurriedly tries to cover his naked manhood as Jean-Jacques, our vigilant gatekeeper hauls him roughly to his feet. It's a little after midnight but our new administrator, Augustin, comes immediately from home.

Punishment is swift. The gendarmes are called. The man is forced to pick up his ca-ca and stuff it in his pocket before being escorted off to prison. He was last seen weeding the flower garden in front of the jail.