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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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"No"

Friday, 18 May 2018

Dodging Eve's Fire

Dodging Eve's Fire


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 27

     Early but noisy frogs croak as if it was night and the clouds refuse to cooperate and release the cooling sun, hidden and far out of sight. This day is here and I really have nothing on my mind, it's been like that since I started sleepwalking again. I've been exhausted and I only sleep with sleep aids and it makes me worry about my liver. I can't help but over think and dwell on stuff my body takes in. Right now, I'm supposed to be asleep. I think I did for four hours but that's it. No need to pretend or try to force myself, I say and jump out of bed.
I am looking at Celine's collection of clothes. The ones she made for me and this jumpsuit leaps at me. It's simple and delicious and it's what I'm going to wear for my date. I hear footsteps and freeze, as if I have been caught. It's actually Ajoke waking up for a stroke of dawn snack. The girl just can't add weight for Africa. If I eat as much as she did, I would add ten kilograms easy. She stops by my room door and opens the slightly open door. She was worried and holding her breath and a mayonnaise and cheese dripping burger with fresh lettuce that awakens my sleeping taste buds. She was relieved I as I blinked she tells me that's how she knows I am not sleep walking. I hold up the jumpsuit to my skin and she gasps. We both hear footsteps and freeze and then listen and when we were sure no one was coming, we burst out laughing. This our date that requires us Dodging Eve's Fire and will definitely get us in trouble. I exhaled long and hard and then nod my head, she was right....
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Wednesday, 16 May 2018

Groom Absent, Yet The Wedding Commenced

Groom Absent, Yet The Wedding Commenced


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 26

  It's that time again, I wrap the gele in even layers over my three strand twist braids. My jewelry is gold and loud and my lace is champagne and gold, yes it's almost like Zuhair Murad or Elie Saab picked the lace. I liked the pale stripped almost invisible silver stripes that meet the gold zigzag patterns. Best of all, I am glad I could finish making all four fabrics in the two weeks I had to do it. I love the complements and love that everyone agrees it's haute couture with my unique signature on it. I got confirmation for more work and iLike that they understand that for now, it's just four outfits I can make per month. Minus my collection of course, today was just getting better and better.
Until, an hour later... We were still waiting for the groom to arrive as the Lagos billionaires and millionaires showed up. Ajoke and I laughed at some of the costumes they had on and admired others.
Two additional hours later and we didn't smell his brake lights. Ajoke was calling Celine to inform her of the scandal brewing, I wanted to leave but Ajoke insisted we see the end of this wedding with the Imam looking lost, the bride in tears and a realization that none of the groimsmgr showed up....

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Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Celine's Crush

Celine's Crush


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 25

   As in, it was a cool evening and I was expecting my man. He was going to walk in holding freshly squeezed orange juice and my little slightly lit lamp would just brighten our night. Or so I thought, tonight did not go as planned. I do not know why men don't have that radar that says, woman on a mission. This lady is on a serious mission, always around my man and I.
Kilode?
There is no trick I have not tried, no negative body language I have not spewed her way. The babe shaaa no want free, I tire ooooo. In fact, the latest blunder my man has made is to say he can't make it tonight and has sent this pest to replace him. You see men and their cluelessness, I will not hide my disdain for her like Ade said I should. I will not warn her to my man's face like Ajoke said I should and nor will I set his children against her like Nnoye says. Instead, I will be civil and ask her, what exactly she wants.
The answer throws me off and my Ladies need to hear it all....
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Monday, 7 May 2018

Bloody False Prophets

Bloody False Prophets


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 24

   Injustice has many guises, but this has got to be unique to here. I am still in shock and unsure of what I am feeling right now, hope is gone and I mean literarily. To get inside my head, you need to hear me out.
My salary is twenty thousand a month, exactly what it costs to transport my miserable self to work, yet I take it. How? I just stay on the office premises and beg every one that passes through the gate I guard, for money. I live with the disgust people throw at me and off the joy of generous givers. There is no dignity in what I do, but it's better than been a lazy Nigerian. To make matters worse, the agency that pays me and employed me owes me three months at a time. Their excuse, they fix the joint forty people salary to gain an interest that allows them keep us employed. It is a human rights violation, to withhold our earnings illegally. Yet, that is what employers get away with in this country.
Before now, I didn't mind. I tell myself that it is a way for me to save my hard earned salary. I have a wife that sells rice, beans and fish to my colleagues and the work I keeps us fed and there's a little profit. The harsh reality is that our daughter, Hope is sick. I have begged, cried and borrowed to keep my only child alive. This is the second month and I have my salary now, but the doctor says it's too late. The typiod has perforated her brain and like they predicted, she squeezed my little hand for the last time. Hope is truly dead and as I cry at work and tell my horrible tragedy...


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Thursday, 3 May 2018

Delicious Dreams

Delicious Dreams


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 23

   Knock on my head again and you will see what I will do to you. Crawl up my many hairs springing up and standing at attention on my chocolaty dark skin and I will crush those your spiny little limbs. Clips that hurt with little pressure as I nimble on my soaked nails that bend easily underneath my peachy pink tongue. The cravings are higher now because I haven't eaten, but the disappointment my taste buds feel quench the hunger pangs that reach up and out to collect the dark delight coming their way. The cake is bland and the vanilla frosting tastes like lime saturated strawberries. My taste buds are all over the place and only one thing can soothe the desires it longs for. It's dark chocolate and as soon as it hits me I melt and sink into a milky way...
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Friday, 27 April 2018

Whispers Of Words

Whispers Of Words


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 22

  Whispers Of Words and thoughts I long to share, please pass and hug me dear. The impact of shock and my despair, merely make me know that I am yet to comprehend.
It's a poetic verse I know, more like an ode to you my dear. This month was filled with fear and scares of things I won't even dare. The stupid game of truth and dare, made me relive my sin and quake in fear. But I own my mistakes and raise my head my dear, because this life we hide when people know we are scared. I will say my truth my dear, I miss you breathing close to me here. I wouldn't try to replace your sweetened air, only get close to others so I can be heard. I'm crying because I hear, that soon I won't miss you my dear. But I know it's all lies and I will be honest right here. My best friend faded only decades ago and guess what? I still miss her, like it was a moment ago.
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Packed In Little Packages

Packed In Little Packages


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 21

  Packed in little packages are the thoughts I have of you today. Slow and steady I tell you does not always win the race. It's a long hard marathon, this Journey I have embarked upon. And as I wish you all the best, I ask you to pucker up and prepare and then just be ready. Because this is a long hard road and as you travel, you must be willing to roll down and tumble. Get bruised and be ridiculed, but do not falter and do not listen to them. You have your eyes on your goals and be stronger and rise again. Only those that endure make it to the finish line and don't just tell the story of how dreams almost became reality. This time my dear you will love it and taste it and enjoy all of it. Ssshhh, you are almost there.
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