This archive report was first published on 19 August 2019.
It was a typical Sunday morning when I found myself in a precarious situation. A water shortage in my bedsitter had left me soapy and stranded, with no way to rinse off the soap and water.
My nightmare began when I decided to shave my armpits in preparation for a party I was attending. I had been requested to attend a party in the leafier suburbs of the city, and I wanted to make a good impression. I lathered myself up and started shaving, but as I rinsed off, I realized that the tap had given out a single apologetic hiss.
With no water to rinse off the soap, I was left with a sticky and uncomfortable situation. I tried to use the contingency bucket of water in the bathroom, but it was not enough to clean up the mess. The bathroom was quickly becoming a disaster zone, with hair and soap caked on the tiles and the drainage blocked by a big ball of black hair.
As I stood there, feeling helpless and soapy, I realized that I needed to call for help. I peeped through the cracks of the wooden door to see if anyone was passing by who could assist me. After a few minutes, a rotund woman responded to my call for help, and I was able to get the extra bucket of water I needed.
With the bucket full of water, I was finally able to clean up the mess and get ready for the party. It was a close call, but I managed to attend the party and even managed to have a good time, despite the initial chaos.
