Mandela Madness

Was Mandela Mad?

"MANDELA!!!" yelled Nikkei from the back door; she rushed into the house up the stairs. She repeated her psychotic yelling until she breathlessly bent over in front of Mandela's door.
He spun around from in front his computer desk and removed the hand phones from his ears. "Wam?" he said in his calmly, still bobbing his head in is carefree solitude of music.
"There's a dead man outside on the backyard"
"Yeah I know I killed him" his calmness continued as he blankly stared at Nikkei. "So what's the reason for your psycho cries?"
Nikkei ears could have dropped off her head and beat up on the floor on hearing what her brother said. She began stepping back slowly from his room with tears erupting from her eyes. The thought of her only brother being a killer, going to jail was emotions. He was the only person left to remind or even leave a fragment of memory of their lost family.
Mandela voice echoed down the hall way and reached to Nikkei, "And that man, is your ex- boyfriend. He wasn't good enough for you. No one is" The echoes drew closer to where Nikkei slumped crying her mascara out, Mandela stood hovering over her with a box of tissues handing it to her. He stooped down to eye level, "I will protect you sis, and no one will ever hurt you again". It was like a classic LMN movie on channel 25. Was Mandela Mad?
To Be Continued...