Mr. Unga, the cabinet minister had to jump over heaps of human s**t to reach the slippery urinal at the far end. The urinal, which was clogged, was full and overflowing with urine. He had to stand inches deep in the urine with his highly polished executive boots. He could not believe that that was the squalid life ordinary people led. His blood pressure was rising with the prospect of losing his privileged position as a senior cabinet minister, leave alone the prospects of getting killed. Both prospects were horrifically traumatic.
He slipped and almost fell on the muck when his boot sunk in a heap of wet human waste splashing his trousers, as he tried to jump out of the disgusting and filthy public toilet. There were no toilet papers to wipe away the stinking s**t on his boots. The rusty
