“Madness in Degrees
“What’s wrong?” Dr Ogbe asks our patient, Naturi.
“Nothing!” Naturi snaps back.
“Something’s wrong, but I won’t force you to talk”
“Just leave me alone!”
“Fine,” Dr Ogbe replies, and ignoring Naturi’s petulance, her fingers tap away at her keyboard.
Both women subsequently lapse into silence and Naturi’s full lips curl into a hard line.
Silently, I watch the drama. I am, after all, assistant psychiatric doctor, and I have come to understand the thinness between sanity and mental neurosis. Naturi is a beautiful 19 year old girl, a vivacious creature with a head filled with things you wouldn’t believe. Once, she claimed a voice had told her to dance; and did she dance?
Really, I believe we are all mad in degrees, but only become patients when overly ambitious in our pursuits.
Naturi’s face goes from indignation, to scorn, and finally to misery. And maybe hoping for solace in a man, our eyes lock, and with tears trickling down her face, she cries out, “I am in love! But my heart is broken.”
Dr Ogbe looks up at her now.
“I met him at Sophie’s,” she says softly, heart-bro“ken. “His name is Chizzy.”
“What is the problem?” Dr Ogbe asks, with practiced patience.
“He keeps staring at another woman.”
Puzzled, Dr Ogbe hands her a tissue and books her another appointment.
After work later that afternoon, I see Naturi standing in front of Sophie’s boutique, eyes fixed on the lovely clothes displayed in the show glass.
Curious, I linger and watch her gapping at the clothes, or so I thought at first until I drew closer.
Two exquisite pale mannequins are displayed; one male, the other female, plastic arms touching, and both staring eternally into each other’s eyes.
Embroidered on the male’s shirt is the name, Chizzy!"