by Aisha Usman
I daydream all day long about a few things, And sitting on a toilet is among one of them. My feet are sore and heels torn, from squatting uncomfortably when nature calls, on uneven terrain, jagged rocks and pointing thorns. Why can't I have access to those clean stalls or public lavatories? Only because I can't pay a few cents for such facilities? Whoever has determined that a price must be paid? To relieve oneself of all the visceral waste ? Oh but what a pleasure it must be! To have a seat At every important place. A prayer room, a classroom or a washroom But for now, I can only daydream about those things. And sitting on a toilet, is among one of them.
This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #2. To return to the table of contents, click here.