Are we really Clean? The Vile Cycle of Dirt
Have you for once thought by taking your bath three times a day, cutting your nails regularly, brushing your teeth and wearing good clothes would keep you away from most harmful bacteria? Sorry, you are wrong. Those are just measures taken to keep you in a mild state of purity. Dirt is a cycle of life and we barely acknowledge the fact that it is inescapable. Let me be more clear, your hands!
A phone has, by far, more bacteria than a toilet. It is really simple, you probably haven't washed your phone since you acquired it but you wash the toilet anytime it is soiled. You are soiling both your phone/whatever and your hands for the umpteenth time by reading this. The thing is, the things we don't consider "harmful" actually pose more "danger" than the things we don't think of. Here's an illustration on the vile cycle of dirt.
Tom looked carefully in the mirror, he tried not to miss anything. He seemed satisfied with his looks. He looked again, now with a smile which rudely exposed the vegetable stuck between his teeth. "Ewww" He PICKED it with his terribly long fingernails and swipes it with his suit (A clean mouth has about 1000-100000 bacteria) . He smiled again with a bit of pride.
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He had been standing beside the busy road for close to 30 minutes now, unable to get the cab. The scorching sun was not helping matters. Sweats streamed down his face, aiming to dishonor his "perfect look." He wasn't going to allow it even though he forgot his handkerchief at home. He carefully and expertly, with his index finger, JERKED OFF the sweat until it dripped at the tip. He made another attempt to get a cab, screaming his destination in frustration. Alas! The cab man pulled over and beckoned him to get in. "Oh! What a relief"
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The hold up frustrated him the more. He was getting late for the interview. But then an opportunity came, an opportunity to quench his thirst. He shouted at the pure water seller across the road but she was totally in another realm, picking her nose with delight. He made another call which jolted her back to reality, "Pure water!!". She hurriedly dipped her hand into the freezer and brought out two sachets of water. "No, just one". She hands over a sachet of water to him with her dirty fingers and got paid. He tore the exact same spot she laid the fingers on and DOWNED it.
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"You can stop here". The cab man pulled over and received his payment for the service. He gave Tom his change. This was a 100 Naira note which is barely hanging on to dear life. It has outlived different pockets, pants, stains, and dirt ... It sure has a story to tell. He FOLDED it and dipped it into his pocket.
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"This is probably not the right place".. His face fell like a log of wood in huge disappointment. After some back and forth loop, he came to a stop and heaved a sigh. Even the environment was not helping matters, he has this allergy to smoke and unfortunately, you could call the environment a hotspot for Àkàrà (Bean Cake) and Puff puff sellers. The smoke that filled the air could pass for a volcanic eruption. Then a rush of adrenaline in his nose (Oh! How he hated this feeling), his face squeezed like a leftover Àmàlà and he opened his mouth wide, as if to swallow an elephant. Another sigh, he couldn't snee... Achoo!! Achoo!!! Achoo!!! The sneeze came in quick succession and it sent phlegm dripping down his nose. He quickly WIPED it with his hands.
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This was the 7th time he had looked around the street for the building but it was no where to be found. He rechecked his phone to confirm the address. "It is this place I'm sure, but there's nothing here to even suggest a company could be nearby". Then the reality struck him, he had been scammed! "Oh no! Not again!" Another fruitless job search. His heart sank and his stomach rumbled. Hunger set in! "Akara please!" He couldn't take it anymore. He ordered for 5 pieces and DEVOURED it right there! He didn't even think of washing his hand.
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It was a hectic day, frustration was written all over his face. He had just got home after hours of searching for a cab. The distance between the supposed company's location and his residence added to his annoyance. After few minutes of rest on the couch, he picked up his laptop and watched some movies, then he took his bath and RETURNED to the laptop.
WARNING: Words in ITALICS are more meaningful than they appear.
Post created and written by @marvel1206, edited and posted by @camzy
Image used was gotten from PIXABAY
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