© shewrite_s

18th of January 2018

Waking up to a new day wasn’t always something Alice Okorie looked forward to. Most times, she went to bed hoping it would be the last but somehow, she always ends up making it to the next day. Each day she made it to a new day, she beats herself up about being alive. She had this extreme jealousy for people who went to bed and never made it to the next day. Often times she wonders how they did it, whether they prayed for it or took some kind of concoction to make it just easier. It was a beautiful act to her and she had always wanted to go that way. It was painless, peaceful, reassuring and exhilarating to her like, an art within an art. She was so obsessed with the process she wondered if maybe there was someone who made such pronouncements on people. She felt people who cried when someone left through that process were still decades away from understanding the world as it was and believed that people who saw the world as they wanted to were still far away from understanding the magnificence of the universe in its totality. Crazy right? Well that’s what everyone called her on good days and in the bad days, she always ended up in the psychiatric ward.
She was the insane 28-year-old lady who lived in the suburban part of Abuja, Nigeria and was always on a 24-hour watch for any attempt to end her life. Dr. Lade Nana who was her specialist never quite understood why a lady like Alice was so...