The day I ran mad
“How would I keep my mouth?” I asked Nneka “Just do as if you're chewing something then you pick grass and start running-” She said, looking at me with her big eyes, and then I smiled. “You can even do like cat, just scratch your hand and your bum bum small,” she said afterwards. I picked up my phone from the bed and not long after, I heard the shrill voice of my mother. “Obim, how are you?” she asked “I’m fine o” I answered, thinking of the task ahead. “Just manage for now, I'm still hoping for a miracle,” she said before she ended the call. “Obim, Are you sure about this?” Nneka asked, her mouth pouting. “What other choice do I have?” I said truthfully, and I gave her my most practiced smile. “Don’t forget your part, just pretend as if you don't know me,” We were outside, and it seemed to me like the plan had already worked. Everybody was looking at me; some were even laughing. I had loosened my hair, painted my body with mud, and torn my clothes to shreds. I added a l...