‘Why is everyone going mad?
Is it something we’re eating?
Is it the heating sun?
No. Could it be the gods are angry?
Oh look at Ofosua asking me why
Last month when I went to give food to my sister
I saw Ofosu
Looking left, right, back and rushed
Like the elephant she is into that office
That office of the mad doctor
I was so shocked I stood for hours
But she didn’t come out
Thirst bit my throat and I had to leave
But I saw her later talking to herself
Three weeks ago I saw Mansah
I don’t know why I always see them
She looked around like a traffic instructor
And rushed into that office
When her mind said green
I was sitting in a tainted car
My heart running a marathon
My mind asked me “Is she also mad?”
I slapped its mouth shut
Then I had a toothache
And went to the doctor
Only to see Akua Mansa and her husband
Entering with impunity
Without a care
Have all of them gone mad?
My subconscious capped its jaw
The mad doctor is now in business
Whatever the cause, I do not know
Maybe the gods decided to smile on them
“Nyame Mpangu” that I will be their visitor’
Ignoramus, someone needs to help her
Not only mad people visit the mad doctor
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015