‘I swear that I have never
written on any toilet wall.’ I have never thought of that. Why should I even swear to what I have never done? It was just a quote anyway- from the toilet wall. Among many
witch-instigating activities, when I undertook primary education in the rural
area, where ghosts could appear and clean the compound, what the teachers
warned us about was not to write on the walls- of toilets. It was a crime to be found
with a chalk or you’ll be judged under the penal code; You are the one who
writes on the road. With a white chalk on the murram road in the village, the
primitive media could spread such a wrong motive so quick.
Careless writing is a sign of
stupidity. If you love writing so much there are avenues to that. If you can
draw well enough, why can’t you challenge the gurus- like Pablo Picasso? What
about when we do it involuntary? The lecturer is dictating notes and I can’t
just stand that in a higher learning class. I drift to drawing a hen on the page.
My friend draws something different- a gun. In the toilet, in such a manner,
when the environment is good and the phallic stage too dormant, one can find
self scribbling a few quotes somewhere. If the pen is not in, reading is
enjoyable.
The Christian Union members
having realized that writings on the walls can be of greater fishing of the
lost sheep, one note in HH hall lavatory reads at the end that, ‘Fools say
there is no God.’ To them, writing on the wall is bad but pinning a photocopied
paper is such a great honour to the Lord. Well, they are fools too. Just on
sideways of the post are writings of those already committed in Satan’s hands. For
the strength I have on such during excretion moment make the process both good
and bad- the unity of life. The last time I checked I saw the paper torn. It is
not good to call people fools dear brothers.
Starting from 8-4-4 buildings
down to OML and up to Nyayo the men lavatories are a place to shake and shake
and shake till you are sure that the last drop will not settle in the innerwear
while looking up where only the tall could reach with the pen. After a fart, a
common successor of a well emptied bladder, one walks out smiling. You know
life is funny and the better you can imagine the more you’ll find it magical
and beautiful. I always think about what kind of motivations were behind such a
writer.
In High school, the dining hall
prefect had found his name well hated in the loo. He pronounced war on the
victim. He started going through books of all he thought hated him to confirm
the handwriting. Such threats in primary schools can send the criminals to
surrender. While doing a needs assessment among Ayany Primary School Prefects,
among their problems was that there were pupils who were thoroughly using the
urinal pit walls as suggestion and complain boxes. Girls were using their
period fluids to do the same! I had still not heard of those who never use
tissue papers and use fingers to cleanse themselves. Some toilets have a
metereolite trails ranging from freshly yellow, newly brown to past grey and
black. A lavatory and personal hygiene unit should be introduced.
Raila is a *, Uhuru is *, Exams
are a pain in the * and Instead of E, the university should suggest an F for
those who have indeed Failed. Humorous enough, if such can be, there are
writings whereby the first writer introduces a motion on the wall. The other ghosts
of similar culture will not fail to answer. They will do it well in point form.
A study on the writings suggests that most of them are promiscuous. Some straight
and others bent. The youth love sex and any topic of same agenda will receive
feedback. If I want my blogspot to have a thousand views in a day, I should write
about a vagina.
It is from the fool’s mouths and
thoughts that authors get interested to write about. You know, if there were no
such things, I couldn’t write this article. I should say that if we were good,
there would be no media or books. They are appealing because they say how 'bad' can be entertaining.
Bad in large quantities make
minute good to be so valued. If heaven provides only good, how will I enjoy the
good when I don't drift to bad? And as we live, not knowing what, I
cherish everything and frown on the crazy things that later prompt humour and
thinking. And so, if the lavatories are ordered to be repainted because the USA
President is visiting, I will be interested in the first reading a mad person
will write on the wall. If I meet such a person, of course I’ll frown and order
him to stop. But now that I am not a CCTV to catch up with them, I will enjoy
their weird writings for life gets interesting with such.
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