Usually things go down the toilet. Last night the tables turned.

I awoke at 1:00 to a massive “crash” outside. The sound seemed so close, just outside our window. I was terrified that our mahogany tree had come down and hit Lucy’s house, but I looked all around the compound, and found everything as it should be.

In the morning I walked just outside our compound to find our neighbours’ pit toilet collapsed on the ground. It was 15 years old, and made from mud bricks. I had a few earthquake members flash through my mind, but luckily no-one was inside. They’ve already started digging a new pit. I don’t want to know where they’ll go in the meantime!

Usually things go down the toilet. This time the toilet went down.