The memory of how you escaped from the hospital can never depart from you easily. It was a very serious and hard-earned freedom you were glad you got. Immediately the voice whispered into your ears what you were certain was a big threat, you didn't need a prophet to tell you it was Powa. "But, I thought he was dead?" You asked yourself, right there on the hospital bed. In a matter of seconds, you felt the weight on the bed depart like a sailor at sea. You wanted to open your eyes, defying the huge challenge between your eyes and the light. You kicked against opening your eyes at that time, because you were not sure if Powa was still somewhere in the room. You knew what he wanted – the bag of gold, and he would go to any length to get it. That, you were so sure of. After some time, you decided to challenge the lights, and at that moment, you won gallantly. Your eyes were already immune to the lights. Maybe because of Powa's voice that penetrated into your soul, and sent cold fear down your spines. You looked around to be sure Powa was gone, and indeed, he was. You then looked to your right, and behold, a young gentleman, dressed like a patient, sat gently on the bed beside you. He stared at you as if his breakthrough was right under the bed you were, and that added more fear to your collections. Before looking to your left, you looked around again, and that was the time you really had a good look at where you are. Everything you saw pointed in one direction – a hospital. The guy on the left side of your bed did nothing but made you confused. The very moment you looked in his direction, he gave you a smile as if your life depended on it. "Let's go home" He said, and he added a very heavy laughter to it. You looked back at the guy on your right, as if to get an explanation, the scene he displayed was more pathetic. He was rocking a pillow, and singing a lullaby. You didn't need to be told you were in the mist of mad men. In a quick hurry, you disconnected the drip connected to your hands, and you freed yourself of the chains on your legs, declaring yourself free to go home. Just as one of the madmen there said earlier. With great energy and determination, you embarked on escaping from the hospital.
As you raced out the hospital's main gate, you expected some security men to run after you. But they didn't. "Maybe they are used to mad men escaping from the hospital." You wondered. In that instance, the meaning of what you just said flashed through your mind. "Am I mad?" You asked yourself. You looked at the signboard of the hospital for answers, and the name of the hospital had all the answers you needed – THE STATE PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL, YABA. You looked at yourself, and the cloth on you testified for what you doubted. "Was I mad?" You asked yourself again, using the past tense. The street looked very unfamiliar to you, as people started looking at you like one of Nollywood's captivating movies. You wanted to talk to one of the people around. You wanted to tell them you were not mad. You wanted to explain your ordeal to them, maybe you could get help. But, as you tried to approach a man, you noticed a car across the road. You couldn't see anybody in the car because the glass was tinted, but you were so sure that the car was there to monitor you. "Powa must have been told I'm out" You whispered to yourself. The last thing you would do on Earth was to dare Powa. You knew how he would kill for a penny, let alone, a bag of gold. You didn't need to be told that the only thing that would stop you from being kidnapped by the car was if you were "mad", and that, you were ready to do. "Where is my phone?" You questioned the closest man to you as a way of showing you were really mad. The man ran away, murmuring as he ran. As if you were used to it, you started acting out real madness on the street, creating scenes and chasing people around. You chased a young girl with a tray of oranges on her head, and as she ran, she threw the tray of oranges away, rendering the oranges homeless. People laughed, as the young girl rained curses and abuses on you. "I'm sorry." You said in your heart as if the poor girl would hear you. You created more scenes that made people laugh, and after each scene, you looked out for the car to see if it was still trailing you, and it was indeed still trailing. "I'm sure they would relent when night falls." You assured yourself, as you created more scenes. But, they did not relent. At nightfall, you found a spot beside a huge refuse dump to sit, defying the strong stench that came from the refuse. The car also parked at a close distance, and with that, you knew that your safety depended mainly on your "insanity".
©2016. Austus Ofmat Nwanne
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