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 My story may shock you, but then again your situation may be worse. Delve in and find out....
The best moments are the ones when, that affect people positively and inspire them to laugh and live. 
             But is this, the entire story?
 The Human experience is Unique and every person has something to give, you just need to see it from my perspective and I craft words, actions and events from this very human angle.

Ade's Journal Part 6

Ade's Journal Part 6
My Valentine & The Elegance Of A Clean Breakup

Ade's Journal Part 5

Ade's Journal Part 5
My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

Ade's Journal Part 4

Ade's Journal Part 4
A Scorpion is not a Lobster

Ade's Journal Part 3

Ade's Journal Part 3
My Insane Week Before Valentine

Ade's Journal Part 2

Ade's Journal Part 2
He Had The Guts To Come Back

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Saturday, 20 January 2018

As Confused An Ambivert As Can Be

As Confused An Ambivert As Can Be


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 98

    Sliding into a tiny gap and trying hard to escape to what I assume is freedom, I heave and sigh and then try to break free. I want to get out there and be whisked away by the wind. And not just any wind, I want winds filled with the salty sea and bits of the seashore. Cool and sharp and slaps as it strikes my skin, I want to taste it but it means I have to become another state.
It calls to me and invites me, that Natural fragrance from my childhood. It's sweet berries aroma soaked in fresh plump alive leaves surrounded by rich loamy soil, perforated by juicy fat worms.
But I am no longer the wind, I am a tiny lamb on a mission. I sees beautiful mammoth butterfly perch and feed on the marvelous bouquet of flowers naturally clustered and set above the tree of wonders and I know I have to have a taste. Just below it are purple berries, tiny and juicy inviting it calls to me. I move up to my hind limbs and start to munch on the green leaves and yes I have some berries. I eat until I am full and then I hear the a crackling sound. All around me is burning, but not this tree. It is fire resistant and still standing. And by proxy, I am still standing too and that makes me relax and chew on what is left in my mouth. I flinched and then feel my stomach turn up into a knot, no way. I realize what it is, I have eaten poison and I am trapped. I stare at the plant and cannot help but wonder. Why do beautiful things poison you?
  Lantana Camara has left me with her bouquet of flowers and juicy plush leaves and now I am a victim in her path. Struggling to keep my eyes open as they are shut tight and as I do, I start to lose consciousness. So I fight some more and fall into a deep slumber....
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Wednesday, 17 January 2018

I Thee I

I Thee I


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 97

    It's a dry dusty Afternoon, I wiggle my toes and try not to freak out as a giant ant walks over my feet dragging a dried up grass with it. Why I am barefoot, I do not know. But the burning beach sand underneath my feet pushes my every being to run. I surprise myself and resist, maybe because i was more afraid of a bite from this lone ant than getting scorched. Although today is hot and irritating there is only one thing that can ease my distress and quench my thirst. I look back at the glass cup with ice cubes melting in it and the lemon slice sipping into my drink. I need a drink, badly. I see another ant lead an army and I know I have to move. It stings and I slap it, to try to stop the pain and as I do. I see them climb and form a tower and I almost reach out to it, the pain and multiple bites make me hop away and closer to my drink. And then I see it, they have not only built a tower but also a bride. We are in a race to catch up and dehydrate ourselves and I do not want to drink any ant infested lemonade.
 I get there and quickly drink as much as I can and leave two small cubes in my mouth. And then the pain begins, real and unending multiple bites. I counter it all and then I fall and expect to land. Instead I reach out and try to break my fall with my hands and just keep on reaching....
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Friday, 12 January 2018

Hidden Amongst Returnees Are Infiltrators

Hidden Amongst Returnees Are Infiltrators


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 96

    Clear as day, the yellow interior of the beautiful blossoms shined like glitters in the blazing sun.  The snow white thick petals in uneven fives, clustered and formed peaks on the tree as it watched the beings pass by. The herbivores the omnivores had no clue that we carnivorous beings were lurking and mimicking them. Waiting and watching and hoping they let their guards down and cluelessly, they do. Forget camouflage, these naive things have no clue they are in a honey trap. I don't even have to bite or sting, my sweet nectar has them intoxicated. I stand there and watch a killer bee take out a hive of bees, I am stung several times but refuse to move. Will anyone survive this massacre? They look and sound like the specie they are taking out, but they are larger and louder. At least now, I need to move because this hive are intense and fierce and hungry. The honey they did not help make, they cart away and the lone witness watching they try to take out. I see a lone bee stagger away and hope it makes it. I on the other hand run for my dear life, scared with stingers embedded deep in my skin. A harsh lesson learned, as I fight hard to wake up from this very strange dream....

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Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Snowfall In The Desert

Snowfall In The Desert


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 95

     I Believe my day starts on a fluffy white feather, slicing the warm positive air that has traveled far from a boiling desert. The wings arch and spread, creating a storm designed to crash me hard and fast into a sad reality. I refuse to let go of hope and as I take action and strive to achieve all I set out to become.. it happens. I can say I don't recount how it ends, but as my dreams slip out from my fingers. I can't help but see clearly where and when I got it wrong.
Birds of a feather, do indeed flock together. And in my trying years on earth, I have discovered that to join that flock that has achieved all I want and need in life has been a serious challenge.
I started out believing a pretender and a smart talking dullard. I could hear the lies, but the deceiver played on my Innocence and made me think I was in love. Next I met an exhausted scholar, attracted to my fashion sense. He grew tired trying to fly at my level and I from stooping so low. Then I met the liar, the drunkard hiding from successful friends. Dragging me down and back, until I pecked him out of existence.
  I know exactly what I want and as the temperature drops, I see it and just soar and slide and glide through the impossible.
Snowfall In The Desert and I am prepared to face this raging storm. The lizards drop from trees and the snakes freeze, the spiderwebs become ice stained windows as hummingbirds crash through. I on the other hand, hold on to hope and will power. My muscles hold in place my many layers of feathers as I arch my wings and push onwards. An experienced eagle glides beside me and whispered.
You didn't give up when the temperature dropped and you didn't stop when the others did. Look up ahead...
As I did, a warmth ran through my veins, the peak of the mountain with the flock I have looked long admired cheered us on.
I made it....

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Saturday, 6 January 2018

Swing Higher Than Anyone Imagines

Swing Higher Than Anyone Imagines


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 94

  Swing Higher Than Anyone Imagines, run faster even if no one is looking. Just stretch and reach and don't drown even as they preach. It's time we see your dream materialize, she says with rage in her eyes. It's not like I'm on my bed, waiting for something to happen. I think and act and create and try and fight to be heard all the time. This world I create, I do with so much grace. As I erase all the words that try to label my hard work as failed gains.
You may not see where I am going, but I see it clear and inch so near to making it happen. Every triumph and trial I accept with much vigor as I continue to just push on. You say my deadline is this year and I say my spent time is every new second. I am not in competition with you, I am only out to build my world anew.
 So yes, ask me again why I hesitate to take what you give. I have done as you said and like I have said. I just can't wait for how you want me to be to be. Why press play on a life I don't want, I've seen that way and it doesn't appeal to me. I can't stop running towards what I want, so Why shout at me?
I can't hear you speak, so don't bother shouting at me. Why run away, is it because you think I can't move again. Move in the direction of my dreams, when my life isn't about yours. Every day, I tell myself to Smile, Even For A While. For I know, It will go a million mile. Take me back to that unstoppable me, to that time the world was mine to conquer. I let go and just shined, knowing I could just fly high up above my dreams. Like the Kite last night, spreading her beautiful spotted tail as an endless blue sky. Soaked in the sweat nectar of yellow flowers at a very pregnant seashore.
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Tuesday, 2 January 2018

He Jumped Off The Train Into A Million Pieces Of Pines

He Jumped Off The Train Into A Million Pieces Of Pines


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 93

   So wave my scream now a sword dream killer. Make it that I am no longer a player, but a slayer of all I set out to conquer.
Stow away this strange dream of mine, now I have to scream bigger to be heard by those close to me. Slow but anyways, say it as it is I am now an achiever untangled like a snake entwined in a deep frown and mad at life. Like a thing haphazardly aiming for genius and falling short and ending up among the stars. And then I throw a tantrum that mocks all I claim to love. All I claim is me triumphantly growing and making it in this world.
So, no more vague and abstractly wishing things will fall into place. I am taking charge mentally, spiritually and physically. I will walk and talk positive from now on and March only on victory Lane. I grab my goals, all that are my goals and know that i have to sit up.
Love me and just believe because, I can't over emphasize the need to renew, review the steps taken to get to where I am right now. It is amazing I have made it this far but should I discard failed attempts at succeeding? My candid answer is not to ever do that. Every wrong step has within it lessons and seeds, if well nourished can grow and yield fruits beyond my wildest dreams. Into a timeless succulent pine, stuffed in a tiny pot and forced to assume I am small. When for a fact I will grow into this mighty force, unstoppable and resilient. A thousand years on and I am still growing, many have fallen by my side and their loss has fed and nourished me. Their lesson mine to behold and mine alone, for I used it, threw it and grew it. Until it was inevitably mine and fine with all I hold dear and fear and have inevitably conquered.
Sure, you have heard this a million times before, my story is different. The difference should be, not in your bragging rights of your pain and loss. But in my triumph and success, no matter how brief they are. Or like the pessimist says, how futile it all has to be. Faith and fate are now my sister's but not the ones I just stumbled upon, these sisters hold the hands of time as they mix my experiences in a large cauldron.
Pouring down the skies, opportunities lost and gone and shoving and poking at me until I stretch and grab at one and then two.
Wishing it was all mine is as good as me just  waiting and Watching time go by.
Wishing i could fly without fighting gravity and taking a leap and landing, Far into the sky. Even for a while...
Oh shoot, I just got on board the wrong train on my way to my spiritual awakening. I can spend all day trying to get back to town and another week trying to book a trip to the temple of my dreams. This entire trip will be wasted and there's only one thing left for me to do. He Jumped Off The Train Into A Million Pieces Of Pines, shattered and broken in places there could not be joints. The roots have dislodged and all that hold me in place all gone. I try to pick up my pieces and just lay limp there and almost lifeless like. Experts in accident management race to the tracks to stop another train from dismembering me, others in human anatomy come around. And I do the impossible and heal, I am the inevitable as I spring forth life from where the world has forgotten. I am after all, me...
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Friday, 29 December 2017

The Clown's Sweet Silence Is Revoked

The Clown's Sweet Silence Is Revoked


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 92

    Pouring down the skies, skidding on your endless smiles that sway back and forth. Just like a giant life size boat on an endless path as it just continues to float. No matter the size of arrows shot at it it moves from left to right or north to south, depends on where you stand. Even then, the archery competition heats up and there is this need to duck. 
After all my bragging rights, I am a little scared one might finally hit me and then The Clown's Sweet Silence Is Revoked. He starts to get excited and raised one hand up like a terrible present wrapped in silver sheets. I cannot for the life of me 
Understand why he is celebrating as if one of his many shots hit me. And then I feel it, a pain from deep within my stomach as if there was a broken bone in there. The target has hit me and it hurts me a lot but I'm not screaming. I think I kind of am used to being hurt. Because I am not freaking out, instead I winced and oddly I am still rocking the boat. But then the bone in my leg gets pierced hard and I grab it with my bloody hand. Maybe it's the air but I feel a sharp pain and the tip of the arrow. It hit me and pushed at my liver and I have this strong urge to pull it out. I think it's a bad idea and leave it where it is. Now the rocking boat makes the pain worse and I have to get off it. The floor is moving and it's really odd. As in, beach sand moving like a flowing stream. Moving just like the video in the desert of quick sand flowing like a river. Only there's no visible water, just beautiful uneven pale brown and yellow sand. No care  in the world that it's now a game, that I am hurt and in pain. I have to get out somehow and i grab my dislocated arm and feel the empty ball and socket joint. The missing arm was about an inch below and all covered with my flesh. I didn't even notice I had dislocated my arm before now. Shaking I try to move and I am blinded by my own sweat and instinctively try to move my dislocated arm and I winced and grit my teeth. Yes I feel that pain, okay so what am I supposed to do?
I curve up and try to stop the bleeding and then start to loose consciousness, I have to leave this vulnerable boat. My arm has a mind of its own and tries to move back into place. That hurt and pulled at my liver, I growled long and hard and clenched my fist and feel a tough feathers start to sprout. It's not a sexy butterfly wing that crumbles like moth wings, no. It's the tough eagle wing span and muscles but the many layers of a prehistoric cockroach.
The wings flutters and floats and floats as it lands and settles and folds. Not haphazardly like one would expect, but in layers of succession and precision. Like any mishaps would crush it to bits as it lands on a clear window screen.
Its a lovely evening indeed and as I fly over the clown, it freezes and gets stuck.
And I fly over it all and land on solid ground. It's over, this nightmare that could make a beautiful scene...
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