I pulled hard at my bed cover, tugged its hems over my head while I curled into the fetal position and groped around on my bedside table looking for my Nokia “touch-light” phone (meeehn, that phone dey durable. Gbabe!) to check the time but I knew it was 6.17am. The headline reporter’s voice was croaking from a radio from way over the picket fence of my neighbor’s suburbia house. As if on cue, my Mallam and Dad’s radio came on too.
Ugh!! So much for suburbia life.
But I remembered I have a safe haven. That fortress that keeps me sane, that soothes me, that keeps me connected with HIM, that… tha..t, that.. Oh my Haven.. my precious Haven. THE TOILET. Yes, the toilet. I said it.
Every morning as soon as the Headlines which automatically serves as my alarm starts, I rush into the Toilet to
- Do my business
- Do my business
- Do my business and
- Do my business.
How many businesses? I have a whole lot of businesses to do on that toilet seat. I study my bible (remember I said I had a Print bible in my toilet in one of my write-ups? Read here), meditate on it, converse with the Holy Spirit, ask for directions and steps to take as my day is about to kick off, read and reply emails and BBM messages, surf the internet for the dailies (just because I run away from the early morning croakings of the radios around me doesn’t mean I don’t care about what goes on in my Beloved country. I’m Patriotic like that, yeah).
Most people have places they go to, to seek solace, comfort. A place not only to relax or run away from the prying eyes of the world, but a place to “think things through” and birth ideas.
For some, it’s the backyard of the house.
To some, it’s evening walks around a deserted field or on a non-busy road with headphones hugging their ear lobes, listening to soothing sounds.
To some, it’s driving around with the top of the car down or reclining in the in the front seat of the car while It’s packed somewhere (garage or highway or wherever).
To some, it’s swimming…
To some, it’s cooking for a very large crowd. it could be family or friends. Weird, yeah?
To some, it’s staying back at the office while everybody has closed up for the day.
And to some, it’s sitting in a Restaurant, munching away on some pastry and just watching people go by in the traffic.
And the TOILET is the perfect getaway for some. Now just because we (Some of you and Myself) love to visit the rest room/convenience/add-your-adjective to get inspirations, it doesn’t mean we are germ infected folks. My Toilet is totally and serenely clean. And it doesn’t necessarily mean we go on about doing the “business” in there just because we are on an inspiration mission. We just, sometimes, lay in the empty tub and think, study, meditate and relax away.
These moments are very vital to the spiritual, mental and physical growth of an individual. And I personally think and feel that these periods shouldn’t be taken with levity. We need to have a conversation with the Holy Spirit every now and then.
I made few inquiries and research about what folks think about this topic of mine and I got a few shocking replies and then some..
Praying/Studying/Meditating on/in the Toilet might not seem appropriate to some simply because we wouldn’t want to hold an executive meeting in a toilet with Top Executives. Yes, true but I’m of the opinion that I, Iteoluwakishi should pray without ceasing (and in this case, Season). Bringing in human sentiments about how I worship and talk to my Father is uncalled for. Totally so.
And again, a friend said, vehemently so, that some Toilet prayers aren’t answered because we do not have regards for God. *straight-faced while searching my Berkin Bag for my Boxing gloves* REALLY? LIKE SERIOUSLY? LIKE FEEERRRREAL????!!
Remember John 4:23? Sometimes we miss the point.
We’re supposed to acknowledge our God without ceasing… so I see nothing wrong there. It would be weird if you only ever talked to Him with your pants down, but duuurh!! it’s nothing He hasn’t seen before, I’m sure.
The curtain was ripped into TWO so I could have access to him every second… I want to have a conversation with him. I see no difference between having God at the far end of a conference table in the corner office of my Fashion firm with the most spectacular view and the toilet seat/no seat conversation.
IT’S BETTER TO PRAY/STUDY/MEDITATE THAN TO PLAY WITH YOUR iPHONE WASTING TIME on Talking Tom, Eegun nle Archaeologist (temple run) and candy crush.
I pray/study/meditate on that seat or in my bath-tub because it’s my very own special moment and place to do just that. It’s no joke for me at all. Even when the “need to do the deed arises”. Well you sha get what I mean. Sometimes that’s the only private time I have to do all three.
However dear Egbon and Aunty (I’m respectful like that), if you don’t feel comfortable praying during these times of your life, then don’t. Jesus said He would never leave me nor forsake me. I believe that includes the potty breaks! Just saying.
– Written by Kishi
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