The psychiatrist that went psychotic and the psychosis theory

Well, this is not a nice story to say, and it sure dont end good, but still yet, tis a nice thing to learn from.

Well, lets look at it this way.

so jes like u and me, he had those basic mundane dream, startin from i'll grow up one day, attend 'sunny stars' primary school, then later go on to 'starry sky' secondary school then i'll go 2 dat university where there are no cult groups, study medicine and when i become a doctor, i'll save lifes - wrong(dreams shuldnt end like this).

His dreams took a wrong course. well, he attended sunny stars quite alrite, he was tops at starry sky, and he eventually saved lifes wit a 'bachelor in medicine, bachelor in surgery qualification; MBBS (o boi, this guy had it good till this point na, wetin come happen)

so on and on, he keep the art, he saved a life(s), occasionally took some(not on purpose tho).

he made that splendid livin, wit that cream 4 door sedan wit d daimond quartz headlight and dat white paint duplex standin tall like zeus temple.......gawd knows, life cudnt b sweeter when u had those things u want where & when u want it......

So that singular mistake(perhaps), that singular event.........twas a bad thing tho, but all we knew was that 'he dreamt some more'........hehe

shud it b surgery; maybe then, i'll be an opthamologist, an orthopaedic surgeon, a plastic surgeon, a general surgeon, a foolish surgeon, shenk surgery joor, lemme dream in oda fields, surgery is nat so interestin but the money is kinda good sha but then, em qualifyin exams aint so easy o (dis guy jes dey fumble sha, e b like say hin don dey mara, leavin surgery 4 ?)

shud it b medicine; maybe i'll be a cardiologist, a neurologist, a rheumatologist, a dermatologist, a psychiatrist...............a psychiatrist, hehe, lemme give psychiatry that second thought.......its kinda 'interestin'.

So he dreamt further, in a bid to cure those that have lost their mind, and those that will lose their mind, he lost his mind(end of story)

but how he lost it is what u shud shudder about...........gawd knows d heavens wasnt kind wit him

so he cured d first guy from that horrible melancholy, he gave that gurl, that heart broken gurl, heart shattered gurl a new heart, he merged the mind of that guy wit a split mind(schizophrenia- schiz noni.........hehe), he made that manic insane lunatic sane for a short while(thats d best he culd ve done) and all in all...........he was goin to b the king curer, the healer of the pychopaths and pychotic, the world acclaimed specialist in psychiatry...........and then the rain began.

He felt it deep inside tho(perhaps), he felt somethin culd ve gone wrong somehow somewhere, he took it calmly, he merged his mind at the second sittin when he got shocked, the third time, he found a reason to bash his sedan and then on the fourth, he discharged a freshie from d ward puttin d public and 'me' at risk(in the world of d crazy pple, a freshie is a fresh mad man..........hehe). The fifth time, he felt he needed more time to learn about the insane.

So before the sixth time, he made that spectacular discovery(d gods of olympus knows he deserved a nobel for that)

his theory was kinda abstract tho, but then, he's a livin proof, the theory was - "life time prevalence and suceptibility to non infectious disorders of the brain(psychiatric disorders) a study by **** et al".............

And when he went for that 'finish' exam, d sixth exam, the sixth time tryin to be the perfect psychiatrist...........well, he failed again

and so, in summary, he lost it after failin 6 times.........

His reasearch; approved and proven

his mind, split in several directions( awon eleyi gan gan ni schiz baba.........hehe)

his life, empty

his new home; federal pshchiatric hopital(otherwise known as yaba left), bed 3, 'MOB' ward..........

Damn, life was hard

but so u know, he escaped, i found him along oshodi while drivin, on ma way 2 school, he was dressed in his full regalia.........hehehe..........(o boi ae)

so, pple, he's one of us, a 'Dr' like u......
let him b........, pls

(this S-Id boy sef doy craze 4 yansh.........so if d guy craze nnko, kinni big deal, let him be bawo, so e go go bite person abi)

hehehehehehe..............

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Mondays ritual

So monday mornin started on an empty note, and then with nothin to muse about, sleep takes off everythin till dat tinchy little back aches makes it unbearable to lie flat on ma back.

Nywys,

so slow and steady, as d day progresses, i drown in ma own ping spree; Sayin dis to dat, askin dat about this, and a whole lot.

Next was d tweet session, easy thing when u get mentioned once ina while, buh all d same, i've jes summarised d events of monday from 8am to dat gore hour - 4.32pm.

So at 4.33pm, she pinged(agbowa babe) - "lets go to d market". Well, with nofin left to do, i put on ma sandals and made way for dat market hands in hand wit d babe.

First, at d junction of d general hospital was dat miasmatic sacrifice, twas like boiled yams and fried fish all meshed together to look like somefin only gods will feed on, and God knows that ma sight felt insulted.

naw, with d market in ma visual feild and range of focus, i caught hold of two spectular 'danger'.

First was the triology of black senile old women wrapped in white wrappers , holdin things that looked like metal gongs and a dead rat. With my heart rate still steady, such fear caught me by d legs at this moment and without much effort, i came to a standard halt.

Ma agbowa babe thinks Jesus wee fly down to save ha and all when she knows she can make it easy on jesus and haself by simply makin a good run away form em 3 witches. But well, to a glarin surprise, the witch decide to make their own pace faster and then afta i realised i could move once again.

Second object in sight were tiny slim lookin canes, thin tree branches weld by ridiculous teenages and stupid adults.

Anyway, i made my way 2 d market still, bringin to mind all d valuable uses of a cane.

Since there is no singular way 2 d market, we landed in d market centre. with all we need to cook a great meal of efor and crappy stuff like dat, we made way 4 d hostel. But before we left, guess what happened................?

Well, guess no more, d big masquerade came outta d corner(perhaps through one of the roads that led to d market) and based on natural insticts, i made a flight decision instead of a fight(physiology stuff - dr ellias), agbowa babe had rushed into an unknown mud house restin by d corner.

And slowly, as the masquerade passed me by in dat special place i found maself(stealth mode), i observed children, boys and adult male stomp around d so called oracle wit little whips in hand.

While in my own shock, these pple whipped each oda so hard and then smiled, twas like the whips gave them joy of some sort, but then, i caught dis special boy that coludnt but help to frown at the pain, and then that silent laugh made me remember how human they all were(filled with pain receptors).

So in keepin wit line wit what happened in d market, i must say, d oracle made way for d streets and then, i picked up ma agbowa babe from d corner and straight for the hostel.............and yes, i felt relieved, but then, i had lotta questions but i dont think answers will b relevant at dis stage in ma life.

if d agbowa pple decides to flog each oda to please d oracle, well, congrats 2 them and their king, but as for me i'll b gone in 10 day from today, spare ma back from d pain from thyne cane, i wee stay in d hostel hence forth.........but afta i'm gone.......ya'll can flog ur daddies and grannies for all i care.

Jes live ur own way and lemme live ma own way.

horrible pple of agbowa..........hehehe

Tonight talk, ma first blog nite

The night of ma first day.

The boredom has been a lil satisfyin, nothin to lose, nothin to live for. a lot to say, too little waitin to listen.

I've learnt to b satisfied with not havin, perhaps. i feed on garri almost all day, in addition to indomie and bread. well, i aint broke or poor, but overtime, i guess i've grown to b lazy, i've grown to learn to wait for somethings and not wait for some others(like waitin to cook).

I wonder how ma future will b like, but dat aside, wit a lot to learn from all around;

Etti, ma main man with rare knowledge about d feminine intricasies, he simply undastands them, so once in a while a liltle woman talk with etti may b highly revealin and educatin too.

Fuja is most def a cool guy, cos i had a cool laugh with him over an unseen snake, a dangerous guy too, a man with a high will to mate and a dire will to see those things we c only rarely.

So i dont think i'm losin it, but, ma inability to read, ma chronic will to ping, to read shakespeare, d desire to finish ma unfinished novel, ma desire to write a new poem/story, ma desire to watch things go by while i dwell in this state of singular apathy, ma desire to ignore those things that are important once in a while, ma wish not to dream, subtle enough, and i sure hope i'm not losin it.

Cos i really have to focus on readin community health, its an absurd topic quite alrite, still yet, i jes have to pass it and then finish ma atypically spectacular project(KAP of viral conjunctivitis) and then hope for time to fly and then i'll become that doctor dat'll save lifes and b happy cos of d happiness i inflict on others.

Ma daily fear, ma ears, in other to ignore irrelevant issues that'll inadvently stimulate a grande cascade of thinkin, i play ma music so loud, i sure dont hope to use ear aid in future.

I started with rap songs then cool slow melancholic songs, songs from broken hearts like marroon 5, celine dion, dido, and all, but of recent, ma ears have caught that 'trip hop' genre, that special fusion of r &b and electronica: trip hop sure turns on d cool quite gentle part of me.

And enough said in one night, and i must say, i lurv ma murmie, and still yet, i seeked to b loved.

And if u read this, i'm sorry its absolutely random, its tonites blog.

Ma first blog

Ma first blog, written on a low battery(with ma special phone) in an abandoned village(agbowa) during community health postin.
Oh lord, make it easy for me to blog