Entry 33 by Filani Kemisola
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“carry her too, were ni ohun na” the noise wakes me up from my sleep and I realize that some uniformed men have gotten hold of me. I try to set myself free from their grip but they are stronger than I am. While struggling with them, passers-by look at me, even Rosco whose bus is almost full of passengers is watching too.
“Diz one strong oh” the heftiest of them says so I bite his wrist. He screams and lets go of me, but the others hold on tight and continue dragging me towards a van by the road. I know they are taking me away because they think I am a mad woman.
I struggle to go free but the more I try, the more the crowd that is gathering to watch the unfolding drama.
“I am not going without him” I shout but it’s like they don’t understand what I am trying to say.
“she doesn’t know that we are only doing her a favor, we are going to treat her” one of the officials says
What they don’t know is that they are separating me from Rosco, the only person that sees me as normal.
We soon get to the van and while trying to force me in, I break loose and run towards Rosco. Everyone including Rosco run for dear life because they think I want to hurt them. Whereas, I only want to show them that I am normal and that I do what every normal person does especially that sweet thing that Rosco and I do.
I soon get hold of Rosco and try to make him come into me like he does at nights but he doesn’t want to co-operate. He doesn’t want to help me prove to the onlookers that I am not mad.
In desperation, I rip off his short, and everyone screams ah. Why are they screaming ah, when they are yet to see the best part? I almost nail Rosco down but I stop when I see people taking pictures.
I remember no more but I know that I won’t see Rosco again, especially when I see newspapers and magazines with my pictures on them and headlines like “the sex life of a Lagos mad woman”.
If what Rosco does to me is what they call sex life, well so be it, but I really do miss that life. The good news is that I now have a 3months old baby that looks so much like Rosco. My baby and I now get to receive gifts mostly money, food and old clothes from passers-by who think I am a beggar. As for those that still think I am mad, well I don’t give a damn, after all, nobody is 100% sane!
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