It just found its way into my ken, some therapy, that despite the very formidable hands on experience, I was non the wiser about..... We all know those occasional moments......where a semi-urgent nature's call morphs into a 3 day ordeal, that would have been better served at Nyali Beach.... For the proactive, and I have absolutely no idea whether, or not the veracity still holds; granted with all the mixed messages from Dr. Oz, depending on who was financing any one program...highly contradictory advice abounds, that befuddle and bamboozle netizens and netiphobic alike...roughage is purported to do some biological wizadry and wives very fairly compliant pieces of artwork, of normal proportions, and donated to mother nature by us all.... But if you are like 8 or so out of 10.....there have been those instances, that as a man, they could not possibly have been any other explanation, than that he was expecting! For wives, signs that new life was imminent... You are under such duress, that , you ask your self, sasa, hata nikiishia hosi, sijui mtoi atazaliwa tukishafika ama njiani, hatujui...Ur in a serious rut...that invites all sort of sensations that leave you squirming in belabored agony....suffer no more.....with the advent of the poop button! 3 finger widths inferior to your belly button, if you have been consuming quantities of food consistent with normalcy in physical growth, opposed to the occasional shockers that pop up 60 at the waist!....ur normal 3 finger widths down there lies the epicenter of the poop button....firmly pressed as can be tolerated, hit play, take a deep breath, and shout out yaliyopita si ndwele,,,itatoka yote!....and some marvellous things happen, that we, as human beings, have developed a habit of stealing a furtive glance back in both amazement , and awe, before hesitantly pulling the flush lever! ... So there you got it......should you find your self in those unenviable if precarious set of circumstances........happy roughage and poopie poopie!!!