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By Davis Ndyomugabe of Qachecks
Can some of our best ideas arrive in the most unlikely places? In In the Loo…, Davis Ndyomugabe of Qachecks turns an ordinary private moment into a humorous reflection on solitude, freedom and creativity. Behind the closed door, the noise of the outside world disappears, burdens are released and thoughts begin to wander. With wit and playful imagery, the poem presents the loo as an unlikely sanctuary where everyone is equal and a person can finally be alone with their thoughts.
This is a place so hallowed
That it’s solemnly called
A room of quietude
In the world of noise and suspicion…
You enter the loo in a hurry,
Rushing to bury
Droppings of rectal distress.
Just after closing the door,
To keep peace with thyself,
You let the bombs explode…
Shortly, and without your prompting,
Ideas softly begin teasing.
Suddenly, you’re relaxed.
Themes emerge, crawling slowly,
Creeping through and blowing out
As the dispatcher keeps firing
Missiles to lighten the burden…
Ideas great and small,
Ideas beautiful and ugly,
Ideas peaceful and violent,
Ideas creative and destructive,
Ideas loving and hateful.
Almost all ideas and thoughts
Find the loo their birthing place.
When loosening loads in the loo,
Ideas are darting aplenty,
Emerging in the room of freedom
When you are one on one with yourself!
In the loo,
Prisoners know better
The price of freedom.
Debtors know
The onerous burden of debt.
Students know
The magnitude of exams.
Tenants know
Their landlords’ riling ire.
Lovers remember
Love’s tickles…
Saints have called it
The room of pilgrimage.
Generals have bowed down in it
As the situation room.
Poets revere it
As the original oasis of ideas.
Uganda’s greatest poet called it:
“The room of ideas and thought!”
In the loo,
Everyone is equal.
And alone.
When the idea
Is emerging…
— Davis Ndyomugabe of Qachecks
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