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Edited by 「Jowes」

The whole truth is that I don't know where to begin. I have a lot to reflect on but let's begin this way anyway. Moses Inwang's movie is actually an eye opener to different types of disorder. I'm not going to bore you with details of the movie but trust me it is happens in the real life. Drama is an imitation of reality anyway. So, mental illness is real.

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For two weeks now, I have been visiting the government owned psychiatric hospital. I'm not the patient but my experiences there have showed me what it really means to have mental disorder. Somehow, I began to evaluate the normal reasonable people. The truth is WE ARE ALL MAD. I don't mean to insult anyone but come to think of it, there are different manifestations of madness from everyone and this defines our individualities somehow. 

The fact that you are reasonable doesn't mean you are okay mentally. Directly or indirectly we manifest certain unnamed mental illness which can be traced to our background, environment, work and all yet lack a name to give to our illness. Mental illness as discovered by psychiatrists is a condition that affects, behaviour, thinking and mood. They further discovered common mental disorders like Clinical depression, Anxiety Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, Mood Disorder, Personality Disorder, Psychotic Disorder such as schizophrenia, Trauma- related disorder and Substance Abuse disorder. However, Psychiatrists argued that  there are other mental disorders which are yet to be categorised. How do you describe this type of disorder - you see an Hausa man selling jewelry and he talks to himself, pointing at some images yet he interacts with people?

Let me use the character that was used by Moses Inwang that's Lucinda Opara who is actually not mad mentally but mad literally. She was able to influence Alfred, Lucy made him believe he was Ramsey Nouah. Is that not crazy? All because she wants to proof a point that she is a good writer. Prior to that time she had convinced her parents that she has clinical depression which was self- diagnosed. Mad people I tell would go to the extreme to show how capable or good they are to proof you right or wrong. Now the question is is Lucy not mad? Just take a look at the fictional story she created about her boyfriend and sex and all just to make Alfred feel important.

I have been there also. But my own madness was used to save a mental disorder patient to get better. I told you earlier that I have been visiting the mental hospital. So Mr P met me for the first time and he came up with the idea that I'm his wife. I didn't know about it until I got to the hospital that very evening and I was told I have a husband who have been kneeling with his Bible in his hand waiting for me to come. When I got there, I had to beg Mr P to stand up then he said promise me you will marry me and I was like OK but get well first. He stood up and I took him to his bed, pet him like a baby and he said will you wait for me to get well so I can proof my love to you? And I said OK. As I write this, he is my friend and he saved my number as his wife. Very interesting.....The gist is enormous by the way. If I may ask how do you use your madness?

I know of another patient who have been trying to be fine. He was diagnosed of Clinical depression. Mr T initially was rude and easily irritated but for good number of reasons he has been calm, loving and considerate. For a week now, he has changed. He checks on other patients, and talks with them even help the nurses to calm a violent or aggressive patient. He is simply trying to be normal again.

Laughter is indispensable in the psychiatric hospital. You will laugh and feel pity at the same time. I can't simply describe those moments when have got to laugh and cry within for a patient. It is not funny as we think. You get to hear some of them say 'I am GOD' or scream, I mean they just shout and talk excessively. They talk about unrealistic things, see images that another normal person cannot see, they claim to hear voices and get angry unnecessarily. Believe me that is what Moses Inwang was trying to portray in his movie.

I just think it takes another mad person to understand a madman. Though, there's a destination. Lucy has a destination in mind which is to proof that she is indeed a good writer. Hence, Alfred was used to achieve her 'weirdest' dream. A mental disorder patient is not even aware of his present state let alone of knowing his destination. They are oblivious.

You cannot underestimate the power of influence. Through influence Lucy was able to carry out her intended plan. First, she influenced her sister's mind to believe that her husband was cheating, then convinced her to be mentally ill and then her greatest influence to make her a master planner was on Alfred. Someone once said responsibility broaden your influence. She took responsibility for Alfred- the cars, accommodation, money and being his manager. She literally became the writer, producer and director of the character she created. Have ever thought about the most well known groups who were created not because they have money but influence got them to the peak. Influence they say cannot be achieved without motivation. She motivated him( Alfred) Oh my gosh! This makes me to ponder... If only our youths can be influenced and motivated to achieve more or do more.
Can you see now that MADNESS is relative? Moses Inwang's crazy people is not to down talk people with mental disorders but to create this awareness and how to help cure this people. Some mental illness take longer time to heal or better and some short as three months. It depends on the other reasonable and understanding people around to help them. If you have anyone with mental illness please don't segregate them. Show them love and acceptance, patience is needed just in case you have anyone. You have to be extremely patient, don't say bad words around them because if you do it goes to their brain, the rest is history, I mean disaster. And if they are complaining about the drugs given to them in the hospital, encourage them to use it... The side effects to these drugs are unexplainable still let them understand why they need it. Also make them accept their condition. When they accept the are not stable mentally, healing takes place first from there.

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Sir A-One on your LEFT and the author on your RIGHT.

Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Oʜ, ʏᴀʏ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ!

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Jodekss Gloatkenf

Something unseen
Clean
Came cristal clear to the scene
An always thing
The release
What is this
The goggles
The defaults
Groatesque, deux ex machinas
They are helping angels
Belzebub don't help in the end please
The phobias
The purgations of same
The mouth moulded with unthankful morale
Say thank you
So should I scream first?
The papa said the age is telling
The rest are quizzicallying
But my stance keeps being stronger
Bolder of power
Yellow
Yellow butterflies
Leaves
Colours
All overs'
Weakness
Weak in haleness
Stout they are here
Always
Thank you I need no more doubt
If for stunt
Then that's for another sick default
To occur nought
So, an ingrate, I am
The signs are sure enough to suicide for but...
I must have been wrapped of yellow on my...
El-Olam is in charge
Badge

Incredible words

New, a new badge is now up the uniform
Regrets no no regrets no no mistakes
A drop of air won't fly past without a sender
A job to accomplish with a message to deliver
Liver
Live her
Let her
Go ah!
So is life
A useless better-half
Shan't make my wife
Thank you white butter that flies
Flutter
Tell Him I am an ingrate but am thankful
Here is where curses
Fly freely in the mid of the day and the night with glimmer giggles
Cleaves
The cliffs
Of weary ramparts
But with...
I shall survive of His wit
But cos zero's thanked Jehovah complete
We are all a big butty tits; of grave ingrate
But because I am trying in this pit
The 'tamat' of it
All this; shall smell so sweet
So soonest.
©Jodekss 2013

It is not easy to rejoice with a neighbour instantly who gets what you have been longing for just like that. Hundreds of questions beginning with ‘why’ or ‘how’ would run through your head in a matter of few seconds before you could congratulate the fellow. At times you just turn back and leave in regret, confusion, hatred, envy as you do not understand why yours is so difficult to do already. That is nature for you. That is human for you. Feelings like such in such an occasion can be said to be automatic for everyone in your situation out of frustration.

There are some principles about life though you seem to have taken for granted which are eye opener on how things work under the sun from the beginning of time and yet. Understanding these principles would not allow you to dwell too long in these negative thoughts at any point in time –they will keep you in good position to receive your own long awaited blessings. The more you reflect on negativities like those, the more they spread and make matter worse. Don’t you dwell in them!

There is appropriate time for everyone. There is season for everything. There is the appropriate time for night to come and go and for day to come and go. The two should not come together or go together at the same time. Just as it will be very odd for everyone in the world to be born at the same time –imagine how uneven everything will look like if it is like that. If what you need so much has not reached you yet, that does not mean yours is not on the way. That does not mean your sins are the worst in the history of humanity. That may not mean you are not prayerful enough. When what you want or need reaches your neighbour first, it is not a sign that yours will not reach you later. It would definitely. The only difference is that just as it has been conditioned for day to come then night so as it, for you. The person’s blessing is to come first, then yours later in time.

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Dwelling too long in poor feelings will shift your position from receiving at your own appropriate time. This is just like as we snooze alarm farther in time on our cell phones. If/when your neighbour gets what you have been crying in the open and in the closet for, walk up to such, rejoice with or congratulate such wholeheartedly. Don’t do fake congratulations please! Do it from the bottom of your heart having understood your season is close by in good faith –when the person you congratulated would have no choice but to congratulate you too out of awe.

Most times we shy away from wishing others well when they actually have a quarter of the blessings on the way to us and because we do that, the blessings become someone else’s and we are back to square one. How long must we continue to live like this –with attitudes that keep pooling backwards our blessings? Find it easy to rejoice with your neighbour; even if out of arrogance the person feels s/he has the best of blessings. If you have rejoiced truly, yours might just be better. Wʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ WILL ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ.

© Jodekss

By JonoDry

Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. 
Oɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ! 
~Jodekss Gloatkenf

There are some indelible scars
that are dutiful than umbilicus
to relate the unplanned lyrics
in the drowning of momentary tides
that scripted unrest in forlorn flows.

Choices that were made for us
our color and continent
the rhythm of our synopsis
that was written in mythical parables
where a character is also a broken line.

What is DESTINY?

A paint on the wall, water under bridge
for artistic demonstration of purpose
we're both marble and sculptor
converting sweat and tears
to oil-flow in the lantern of existence.

The promises of peace above
made the dove below go blind
through wiring of wombs and night
for cobweb is strong enough
to tie future with shadows of past.

Sometimes, we're legends of wings
flying above underworld of fear
where paraffin are drafted in shroud
as mirror for the missing heads
and those in barter to three-legged birds.

A world is descending into a garment
a slave was once a Prince
bringing sheaves of comets
to clash with the days we were born
and new moon to anthem of fading stars.

In those monochromes of reality
buy the best out of moments
to seal salvation of second coming
of missing goods and route
through haunted stores of red-rebel.

© WORLD BARNABAS

14th September, 2019

04:03 am

When I considered how my light is spent
O'er my days with this sugarcane that is short
I feel I need to rend or make repent
My call afore my birth He has given as my worth
I am away around feeling lost found laughing amid good friends
Poking fiends n' wishing 'em baptised to end my shame
The cross I have on my neck is loaded light
The force backing up my plight is purity.

When's  the last time you considered a short ODE like that?
I have seen enough that death has seen his own end
My call I wish I would water or bend
But zillions be the art at His bidding speed
So should I reject the truth to trudge the right thoroughfare?
Even or though my white is watered dirt because of my weed
Till in my own shroud; I will ne'er wait to declare.

© 2015 Jodekss Gloatkenf

I͟t͟ c͟o͟u͟l͟d͟ b͟e͟ a͟w͟k͟w͟a͟r͟d͟ a͟t͟ f͟i͟r͟s͟t͟, b͟u͟t͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ d͟o͟e͟s͟n͟'t͟ m͟e͟a͟n͟ l͟o͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ i͟s͟ n͟o͟t͟ t͟r͟u͟e͟. A͟s͟ t͟i͟m͟e͟ a͟d͟v͟a͟n͟c͟e͟s͟ s͟w͟e͟e͟t͟ f͟e͟e͟l͟i͟n͟g͟s͟ b͟e͟c͟o͟m͟e͟ m͟u͟t͟u͟a͟l͟, h͟e͟a͟v͟e͟n͟l͟y͟. 

J͟o͟d͟e͟k͟s͟s͟ G͟l͟o͟a͟t͟k͟e͟n͟f͟


Scamp we all have been
Funny! Just at some junction as we arouse so
Those mighty moments when we men with women
Would imagine an honeymoon in the far laps of Finland's
thousands lakes below whilst thousands more islands lie adjacent from Indo
Cuddly us on paradise's golden floors with diamonds glowing virtuous clouds
And melodies of angelic skanking tools bolting us closest on foamy lilies....
Oh I have been there too, severally too!
As my mates have too, severally too
Some would lie true; skirts pretend shoo
When we lie in the sweet lies in our heads
Which release us from the anxiety of a first kiss of the Ms, Mrs
Or the trepidation that sucks like black hole of a first injection
Then ejection... pours cloudy cream clearing
the clam 'cross our mouths to make lousy moan:
"More, more, tour, turn - more, oh more!"
Tho' in reality releasing can be ruse or sore.

Could you imagine the ROMANCE OF ADETUTU?!

© 2019 Jodekss Gloatkenf

T͟h͟o͟s͟e͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ g͟o͟ s͟e͟a͟r͟c͟h͟i͟n͟g͟ f͟o͟r͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟, o͟n͟l͟y͟ m͟a͟n͟i͟f͟e͟s͟t͟ t͟h͟e͟i͟r͟ o͟w͟n͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟l͟e͟s͟s͟n͟e͟s͟s͟. A͟n͟d͟ t͟h͟e͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟l͟e͟s͟s͟ n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ f͟i͟n͟d͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟, o͟n͟l͟y͟ t͟h͟e͟ l͟o͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ f͟i͟n͟d͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟. A͟n͟d͟ t͟h͟e͟y͟ n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ h͟a͟v͟e͟ t͟o͟ s͟e͟e͟k͟ f͟o͟r͟ i͟t͟. 

M͟a͟r͟k͟ T͟w͟a͟i͟n͟


ADETUTU

If body were an Idol
I will choose you as my gift
If trigonometry were media lettering
I will tell them I have a perfect shape
If future were pillow dreams
I will rather stay in your moments forever.

My heart is an art gallery
A paint on the wall and sketches in your will
Your play diary is like Louvre in Paris
In an exhibition of engraven gem
To engraft the stream of beauty
In a body made of Jasper and sapphire.

I checked you at the tryst
Between fruits and windows of genesis
For subtle envelope of eyebrows
That televised meeting with Belinda
In continent beyond the flow of Zambezi
About the melody of second cum-ing.

I may call you sponsored mermaid of India
A sojourner in Jamaican beauty
You're neither Black nor White
But a perfect blend of Guinea Millet
With Algerian Peony in freedom land
Drawing vagabond to Kilimanjaro salvation.

Hope you haven't forgotten again AFRICA is the origin of humanity...

Painter of water melt in Sheba's treasure
To build home with Ebenezer's symphonies
Luring your shadow to settle disputes
Between African mothers and modernization
And bear children of colorful memories
Casting ampe-jumping game and tumatu.

Petals and blossom flowers
Filling the vacuum in rights of passage
Bring back the glory of Albatross
Meandering the wonders of your gaits
Come to me as the spring of missing axe
To renovate magical entrance of Seven Stars Hotel.

©WORLD BARNABAS

At a backyard –there were stacks of faces facing one another in the face facing the face of the two vying fine young men exchanging words… Fisticuffs were beginning to come as their eyes were beginning to turn from red into black or so sha. The sun was seated in the sky having brought forwards more seats for the comely coming moon to exchange guard as usual. The shadows of every face have long been buried in the faces of the fading day as expected. Then there was an old lad wobbling closer, one pace then the next with his wise staff looking brokenly tired and yet knocking cracking sounds out of the earth as we know it so.

“Ah! I will kill you o… ehn ehn… na me get hanging first oooooo…” Sobbed Okafor. Na me, na me go first hang. I am the first to reach here. Am I not? Hey abi, everyone, is that not?
Come on kweep quiet! “Shouted Ola”. Oh-my-oh-my you don’t know wharisgoingon, you go no eventuarr…. Come on wharisgoingon, wait what can be going on that fit reach my own biko nu… “Interrupted rhetorically Okafor”. Both laughed boisterously with wonderment written bigly on either faces. The rope was dangling dancing to the whistling wings of winds hitting it sideways and the stool was looking at both of them expecting the first to come and go.

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Look, omo ina, I know you are ready to die like am ready too buhhhhhhh, you know, e go take time to die na, it is not kiakia the rope get your neck and the stool commot you go die o, you go choke begging for air and air no go show face, at least I no that for inside movies. Why don’t you just allow make I do mine first before before before… they… their money… the money… yeh… Wo, hmmmm… hey… hmmmmm… Wo come…. See, learn from how I die so e no go dey new to you. “Said quietly into Okafor’s left ear”.
This drama makes no sense to me fellas. “Said a bored educated face whose shoes’ have bent at different sides”. The old lad remained watching both with his eyes fixed into their dead spirits. The third character he must have been, whose part of the script was to remain mute, I guess.
Don’t be bored by this piece my dear learned fellow. There is essence in nonsense even and that is the point my people –seeing sense in all things. This man you see hanging will die committing suicide soon but could the problems life could NOT solve be solved in death? Look at how life is leaving Ola’s squeezed long. Feel the trepidation running through each of his vein and arteries. Hear the loud cries, fading voices of his shattering heart shedding tears in agony. Look at his eyes emitting regret as crimson tear glands are marching down his distorted countenance. What a beautiful ugly feeling. Isn’t it? “Expressed sorrowfully, the old lad”
Okafor, biko show; you have indeed seen how happily Ola left just now right? Alright, now every face here, draw, draw closer. My people, I beg you to draw closer, form an encirclement around me this evening and listen attentively to the words of the wise. Listen attentively to the voice of the universe. The mother earth now cries out loud, can you all not hear her sobbing? She sobs daily as glories of people are being kept in the earth to waste even before their time. She blubbers every midnight in agony because today none is ready to wait a bit more in hopes. ‘OH! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE THE LIFE YOU WERE GIVEN FOR FREE. IF HAPPINESS WILL NOT COME, GO AND GET IT YOURSELF –CREATE HAPPINESS FOR YOURSELF. LIVE AND LET LIVE. THERE ARE MANY BETTER WAYS TO DEAL WITH ANY PAIN, CHOOSE WISELY. YOUR OWN PROBLEMS CANNOT BE THE WORST.’ “Said the old lad slowly, lamenting…”.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ

©Jodekss Gloatkenf

The sad truth is
Nobody in ‌🇵‌🇴‌🇱‌🇮‌🇹‌🇮‌🇨‌🇸
Tells the whole truth is
politic ‌🇮‌🇸 why politics
as a ‌🇩‌🇦‌🇳‌🇬‌🇪‌🇷‌🇴‌🇺‌🇸 game is4
Paying the price
already of whatever it is
you are buying jeez.

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© 2019 Jodekss 

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