yesterday,when I was shopping,I accidentally stepped on a woman’s foot.She hit me on my back and called me a mad woman.In my head I contemplated the best way to take this woman down.It seemed like people around us figured out what I was thinking because they started pleading with me to ignor her because the woman is the one who is mad.I asked them what kind of mad and they said she is biting mad.Of course I didn’t wait for them to finish the defintion cos I ran like hell.If there is one set of people am afraid of,it is mad people,you know,those that will use the slightest provocation to figth you.Some bit in the process which is scary all hell.I call them cannibal mad.And then there are those that dress in rags and eat rightout  from the dustbins,those I call unfortunately mad.The Nigeria I grew up to know is a place,were mad men moves with normal men.But who excertly is normal?I don’t even know if am normal because of my crazy thoughts.These days,we hadly differenciate the sane from the insane.Up till today,I still believe that may father is a mad man.I’ll tell you about him someday,but not today.