Like many Nigerians, I grew up seeing quite a few people wandering the streets, talking to themselves without directing the conversation to anyone in particular. Sometimes, a fit of laughter – the type that suggests a satisfying end to a happy conversation with an acquaintance, you still can’t see anyone in the near vicinity that these people are conversing with. We say they are Were (mental health patients – not a positive tone).
I hear different of stories suggesting the cause of the illness. As mental health disorder differs and sometimes may not surface until one is in teenage years so it allows people to make up different reasons for the illness.
Recently on my road trip to Ekiti, southwest Nigeria, sat by the road side was a young lady probably in her early 20s picking up rubbish from the dump, looked very unkempt. My friend who has kindly drove…
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