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*ADA THE MAD WOMAN*

The market square was busy as usual, full of noise and traders shouting their prices.

In the middle of it all, a mad woman was dancing.

A group of children gathered around her, beating drums and empty cans, laughing with excitement as they watched her. She danced so gracefully, so skillfully, that it was hard to believe she was not in her right senses. Her body moved perfectly to the rhythm, her feet light, her hands swaying in the air.

Soon, a crowd began to form. People stopped to watch — market women paused from selling, men stopped on their way, passersby stood still just to admire her.

"Eyah! This mad woman sabi dance pass many normal people sef," someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Indeed, she is a very good dancer," another replied.

Appreciating her talent, people started spraying her money, tossing notes at her feet as she danced.

Behind the crowd stood the man in charge of keeping people like her. His eyes were not on her dance, but on the money. He bent down quietly, picking every naira that was sprayed for her and stuffing it into his pocket.

When the dancing ended and the crowd dispersed, he brought out his chains. He bound her hands and, with his long stick, began to drive her away like an animal, leading her back to where he kept the other mentally ill people.

And strangely, as he pushed her along the road, she was just laughing — laughing as if nothing had happened, as if she felt no pain, no shame, and no chains.

The man in charge of the mad women turned to his partner and asked, "How much did we make today?"

His partner sat on a low stool, counting the crumpled notes one by one.

"Ten thousand naira," he replied, his face lighting up.

"Wow! This mad woman always brings us good money with her dancing steps. Every time we take her out, she fetches us something tangible," the first man said, clearly impressed.

"Indeed, she is making us a lot of money," the second man said with a wide smile as he folded the cash neatly.

The first man rubbed his chin thoughtfully and said, "I think we should take her to Akwa market square tomorrow. Let her dance there. You know there are many rich traders in that market — they will spray her plenty of money if she dances well."

"You are right. That is a very good idea," his partner nodded. "Maybe we will make even more cash there."

They both smiled, already imagining the money they would make from her the next day.

The following day, they brought Ada to Akwa market square.

As soon as they arrived, they started beating their drums and empty cans, creating a loud, rhythmic sound that filled the entire market. On hearing the beat, Ada sprang into action. She stepped into the middle of the square and began to dance with so much grace and energy that everyone was mesmerized.

One by one, traders left their shops and customers abandoned what they were buying just to come and watch her dance.

"Wow, she dances so well!" a woman whispered in amazement.

Among the crowd were two well-dressed young men. One was Peter, a music producer, and the other was Simon, a music composer.

Peter stared at Ada for a long time, his eyes wide with admiration. "This woman dances better than all those ladies that auditioned to feature in our upcoming music video," he said to his friend.

"You are right, Peter, but it's so unfortunate she is mad," Simon replied with a sigh.

Peter shook his head, still unable to take his eyes off her. "Never in my life have I seen someone dance this well. I am thinking of taking her."

Simon turned to him in shock. "Are you okay? What do you mean by taking a mad woman in? Don't be ridiculous!"

"Seriously, Simon, I'm not joking. This woman is perfect for the job. She is exactly what we need," Peter insisted.

Simon laughed sarcastically. "Don't tell me you have gone nuts like her too."

"I have a plan, Simon," Peter said confidently, clicking his fingers as an idea formed in his head.

"I don't know what you are thinking, but no one will allow this mad woman to feature in my upcoming song video," Simon argued.

Peter smiled and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, Simon. I know exactly what to do."

Peter pushed his way closer through the crowd and waved at one of the men who was controlling Ada and beating the drum for her. He gestured for him to come over.

The man dropped his drum and walked up to him. Peter led him away from the noisy crowd to a quieter corner where they could talk properly.

"I like that lady," Peter said.

"Which lady? You mean that mad woman?" the man asked, looking surprised.

"Yes, the mad woman," Peter replied.

The man smiled knowingly. "She dances so well, so I am not surprised you like her."

"Are you the one in charge of her?" Peter asked.

"Yes, me and my brother Francis. We control the mad people in this area," he answered.

"There is something I want you to do for me," Peter said.

"What is it, sir?"

"I want you to help bring this mad woman to my studio."

The man was taken aback. "A mad woman in your studio? For what reason, sir?"

"You see, young man, with the way this girl dances, no one will ever believe she is mad. And I need this type of dancer for my upcoming music video," Peter explained.

"Sir, this one will cost a lot. You know controlling mad people is not easy," the man said.

"How much will you charge to do this job for me?"

"Two hundred thousand naira."

"I will pay you five hundred thousand naira."

Hearing that huge amount, the man's face lit up with excitement. "Consider it done, sir. When do you need her?"

"We will be here tomorrow morning to pick her up. Let me have your number."

"Alright, sir."

He gave his number to Peter.

"Save my name as Chike. I will be expecting your call tomorrow," Peter told him before walking away.

Peter walked back to Simon.

"Peter, I don't understand what you are planning with this mad woman and your people," Simon said, looking confused.

Peter just smiled. "Don't worry, Simon. Let's go. I will tell you all about my plan on our way to the studio."

Simon kept staring at him, completely confused.

---

That evening, after Francis and Chike returned with Ada to their spot where the other mad people were kept, Chike could not contain his excitement.

"You can't imagine, Francis. That man offered me 500k to bring this woman to perform for them!" he said.

"Wow! We don hammer! 500k! This girl is really a blessing to us," Francis shouted joyfully.

"Let's count how much we made today," Chike said.

---

The next morning, Peter arrived there with his car.

Francis and Chike chained Ada and forced her into the car. She struggled violently, refusing to enter. But they overpowered her, pushed her inside, and Peter drove off straight to the studio.

When they got there, they tried to pull her down from the car. She was still struggling, refusing to get down. They had to drag her out forcefully.

Just then, the studio manager came out to welcome them.

"Is she the one, Peter?" Maria asked.

"Yes, Maria. That's the mad woman I told you we are going to work with," Peter replied.

"Guys, take her with Maria. Maria will show you where to drop her, and Maria, please don't forget all I told you to do with her," Peter instructed.

"No problem, sir. Another thing, sir. Jude says he wants to see you. He has been waiting inside the studio for you," Maria said.

"Alright, I will go talk to him," Peter said.

Maria led the way, while Francis and Chike dragged Ada along behind her.

Peter entered the studio and saw Jude inside with Simon. They were already talking. He greeted Jude and sat down.

"Peter, what is this I am hearing? That you want to bring in a mad woman into our song video?" Jude asked angrily.

"Listen, Jude. I know exactly what I am doing. Out of the fifteen girls that auditioned for that dance in the music video, none of them could dance as good as her," Peter explained.

"Then why not search for other girls? Why a mad woman?!" Jude fired back.

"Do we have the time to keep looking for other girls? This one is already perfect. Trust me, you need to see her, Jude," Peter pleaded.

"You know I am the artist of this song and this is my first time collaborating with another big artist like Jerry for a music video and I don't want to blow this up. You know how big Jerry is as a musician," Jude said.

"I know, sir, and trust me, I know what I am doing. I have already told Maria to glam her up. Give her good hairstyle, nails, clothes. She will look unrecognizable," Peter assured him.

"And the lingerie?"

"Don't worry, Jude. I have some guys who can control her. They will make her do the dance steps well."

"Just imagine a mad woman dancing in lingerie. If Jerry comes next week from France and sees this, what do you think he will think of us?" Jude asked.

"Sir, believe me. With the way that lady dances, no one will ever know she is mad. I have everything under control," Peter said confidently.

"I just hope you know what you are doing, because if you blow this up, I will never forgive you," Jude warned.

To be Contd..

The tale of a mad woman who was a great dancer. Secrets unveiled and the town got to find out who this mad woman truly was..


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