There is this feeling of hunger when you are not really hungry but you are kind of hungry in a way. You want to eat something but not something heavy, just to keep your mouth busy and your stomach filled to a certain level. That was why I decided to buy this particular meat pie.

It is the school's break period and only teachers were allowed to leave the school premises. I decided to just walk around the area, since I am new to this place I could get myself familiar with it. Little did I know I was about to make a very terrible mistake.

I strolled around making sure to not waste time, I am the next teacher to teach in SS2 B immediately after break. Suddenly I saw this meatpie carefully arranged in a big rectangular white bucket. The table and the other things around looked neat enough and so I found myself approaching the seller.

She greeted me and asked what I wanted to buy, I glanced at the puff puff, buns and other snacks lined up in dozens but my interest was particularly on that meat pie.

"madam how much is this meat pie?"

"1500 naira sir"

"ehn?!"

I was shocked, meat pie is not a very cheap snack but at most people still sell it for 700 naira. I started moving backwards, I'm not sure I want to spend that kind of money on just meat pie.

The woman quickly noticed and tried convincing me, promising me of how healthy, tasty and delicious it is. I eventually gave in when she opened the white bucket and the aroma wafted through my nose. After buying it I quickly headed back to the staff room to eat and get ready to teach.

I didn't pay attention to the rumbling noise my stomach made on my way to class, I was done eating the meat pie and there was nothing special in it worth that price. But okay, it's manageable. The rumbling of my stomach continued which made me adjust my belt a few times.

As I began to teach I knew I was in real trouble this time. It was like fire is boiling in my stomach and traveling down to my buttocks. I had to keep my body stiff, afraid that if I move an inch again I will make a mess of myself.

I am not sure the students noticed, but the two times a bad smell traveled round the class I was the one who polluted silently. This thing got serious enough for a student to ask me if I was feeling fine, I said I wasn't and used that as an excuse to run out of class.

As soon as I got to the toilet all hell loosed. I watched my body quiver violently as I released the rubbish in my body system. In fact the smell was so bad, I pity the next person to use this toilet.

After thirty minutes I started feeling better, and definitely my predicament has to do with that meat pie. Whatever nonsense the seller must have put inside, she will explain tire today.