]I plead insanity.

Why won't I? When all that fills my mind is the desire to run to the next random stranger and tell him about a man who died and resurrected? Even if he did, how does that change the price of garri in the market? But that's the thing. I plead insanity because I believe it does. Against all studies of economics and the laws of demand and supply, I am convinced that believing in this once dead man would lead to a growth in purchasing power. Somehow (don't ask me how, I'm the crazy one here) faith in Him would get us out of recession. Madness right? I plead insanity.

I plead insanity because, one day I met him. I met him up close and personal, a meeting without physicality or form; a meeting I claimed made me reborn and now, I find myself seeing the colors of life. I mean, how insane can you get? When did life start having colors? But yes I see them. The smell of roasted corn draws a song out of me. The little child that grabs my hand unwittingly drives a chill through my nerve that makes me want to ask his mother for ten seconds to whirl him up in the air. Who does that? She'd probably get me arrested and locked in a house for crazies where I belong.

I plead insanity because one day, the rest of the world turned black and white. The desires of the sane ones became boring to me. My senses became enlivened, my drive became fueled, my confidence boosted and my intellect...oh...I really don't know if this is soundness of mind or insanity. I pick the latter. It's easier to explain if I say I am insane.

I plead insanity, because I was told that one day, we crazy people would be locked up and shipped away to a place far far away where we would be together. We must be insane, because we have been told that we would be there forever. And oh, we'd ascend there. Against gravity. And oh, that guy that I said died and resurrected, is the one coming back to take us to the forever nuthouse. Go figure.🤔😕

 So I plead insanity. But fear not. Our master is coming to take us to the nuthouse soon and we'd leave you sane folks here. That way sanity would be restored to your lives and you'd live happily ever after. Or...wait a second.

 You could join us crazy folks. Plead insanity too. It just might be what you need.