Wolfax Diaries

 It was a long while ago, when the area we stayed still had many uncompleted buildings and when my husband was still very busy. He would be at home for two days and go to work for five days. We tried to have kids and it seems not working. I believed in God only thus I wouldn’t doubt miracles in terms of child bearing. But I was bored those times. I would beg my younger sister to come keep me company most times and she tried but I can’t deny her a future, thus when the time came she had to move on. I had to think many times why all these things were happening to us, but I got no answer in my thoughts.  It was twelve months after we got married that we went to the doctor to check what the problem could be that is affecting child bearing. After series of test; it was concluded to be erectile dysfunction in my husband. He felt so bad all through that season and he judiciously was taking his drugs with much exercises. I loved him more because he staying at home longer...

The joy was gone and the whole atmosphere was that of mourning. What just started as a blessing became a curse. Same people that came to felicitate with us came back to blubber. The house was a full state of topsy-turvydom as questions were asked, why this should happen to us in this house. Many people became closer to the family helping out in all aspects. Black clothes were sown and appeals to stop crying were a regular.  God gaveth and God taketh and I wonder why God has chosen our family at the point of celebrating his son’s birthday coupled with a first class just generated to take what was dear to us. Seven days after was picked as the day of the burial. There won’t be any celebration though. Just the normal practice of digging the ground and praying for the souls of the faithful departed before lowering the body into the ground. Babajide was loved by many and the eulogies sang were amazing. It was going to take some time before we forget about him completely....

Thirty days in a psychiatric ward has no explanation of normalcy. Although I’ve exhibited some behaviour that might seem irrational, I can explain everything around me. Science: that is the cause of my pains. No one seems to believe me. Everything I say seem schizophrenic to them. The sights and visions of demons are not believed and I crave one of them joins me in this unhappy adventure and torture I’m experiencing. A psychiatry hospital isn’t a place to visit. You must be an acclaimed patient to be a family there.   An institution built on rationality in a society that lacks rationalism. What characterizes abnormal behaviour really?  I could remember how it all began. I have started exhibiting some strange actions at home but no one would expect lesser. Loosing a family member can lead to depression. Losing two in succession can lead to a psychiatric ward. As for me I lost four. My neighbour had heard the shout and rushed to the house. The lifeless body of my youn...