
Literally, he’s insane. This is the closest I’ve been to a mad man who hasn’t attempted to attack or scare me within seconds!
It rained all night, and the streets of Accra were flooded, as usual. The World Wide InstaMEET – Ghana was scheduled for this morning, and the team had went ahead of us to the venue -Makola Market. I sat in front of the GCB Bank at Circle, a rendezvous point with PK and Winfred so we set off together. There was when I met the madman; let’s give him a name -John.
John’s been insane and on the streets for long, I could tell from his outfit, mannerism, and his dirty locs (his locs were awesome by the way). He collected a calculated amount of sand, spread them in sections, and swept them off. He’s insane, that man. When he was done, he sat relaxed on the ground, took out a piece of chicken, perhaps the remnants from a bar or food joint the night before, lifted it as if dedicating it to God in praying, for about 5min, then devoured it, mercilessly. He did same to his half filled dirty bottle water before drinking it.
Passersby watched in pity, smiles, awe, some even urged him on with encouraging words, “yo rasta man! You doing good man. Jah bless!” Yet consciously, he responded to each comment by nodding and raising both thumbs. Hmph!
I thought to myself, right next to a man who’s lost his way, were other sane men walking to known destinations on a busy weekend. They are no better than him in any way, only that they are sane. They could get mad in an instance! Perhaps a manifestation of a curse by some angered family member, mental disorder, depression and the like.
I pray for John, and the others who are insane yet off the streets, going about their days like it’s ok.



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