Today I observed a mad man perform. He had an unusual charisma about his gait; he didn’t move like your regular deranged human – no. There was coordination, had it not been for his androgynous looking top that seemed like it had a squall with the top of his belt and his over-sized ¾ jeans he could’ve passed as a traffic warden. He paraded the roundabout like a trained officer; hand gestures and all. However, in my ephemeral five minutes of standing there and watching this man, I realized he wasn’t exactly keen on directing the traffic when he shirked at the sight of a light skinned broad attempting to cross from the opposite side of the road where he stood.
He majestically walked across the road to escort this lady (whom I’m sure had no idea this man was mad). When he approached her he was the most comported I had seen him prior to this lady’s arrival to the outskirts of the market, he smiled at her like you would smile at a friend you haven’t seen in decades and the poor unsuspecting lady smiled back. As a gesture to offer help, the mad man stretch out his hand and the lady took the bait. After successfully aiding this woman cross the road to the other side, the lady was about to walk away then he yanked at her arm and smiled sheepishly at this woman as though there was an unspoken agreement that she would compensate him for his services, at the sight of this the market women who sold fish at the mouth of the adjourning street burst into laughter and said in Yoruba which translates to the mad man has finally found the one he likes.
On hearing this the woman’s eyes lit up and she screamed at the top of her voice, beckoning on the market thugs to help get the mad man off her. After having a good laugh themselves they eventually came down from the dilapidated wall they were seating on and carried the man away by all four limbs, he was furious and tried desperately to break free from their grip but it was no use. By the time they dropped him back at his post at the roundabout his bride had ran away and was no longer in sight. Devastated and in pain he sat at the roundabout with his face in his palm. His misery was nearly palpable even from the junction where I stood.