Growing up in Cameroon, I got accustomed to men casually stopping by the roadside, letting Mr Wonky out for a long spray on the grass, then a little vigorous shake at Wonky post splattering the environment with toxins; then Wonky gets carefully packed in, inside its shabby cockroach holed underpants (boss-boss dross) as Wonky's owner nonchalantly taps his unwashed hands by his side discarding off any 'spill-over' during aiming; then continues his business striding along with the geste of a lame prince...not a care in the world.
Unwashed wee hands eager to fondle a willing bird. One of the reasons I don't like greeting men! Anyway! So I did a double take seeing a man taking a piss...literally, by the road.
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