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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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Sunday, 18 February 2018

Fingerprinting Relatives For Security

Fingerprinting Relatives For Security


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 2

     A Breath of Fresh Air is the feeling I get, when I am where I want to be.
This Year is Different no doubt, I can feel it.
Everything is Fired up, I can smell it. My emotions are stronger and every sound is intense, yes I can taste it. This morning is especially cold and every soft wind hits me I can see it. Just know You are not alone, he whispers, I can hear him. My beautiful Breath of Fresh Air....

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Tuesday, 13 February 2018

A Lowly Valentine

A Lowly Valentine


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 1

  The roses are standing Tall This February, I will not let anything make me fall. I believe I heard the call, to do more and say more even though less is happening. The blossoms spread their cheer, waiting for smiles you all will share. Yet the flaming hot reality of the fumes filled streets, with toxic hawkers hugging five litre kegs of the scarce commodity called fuel. No longer shall we frown alone at the 'ember' months, the last three that signify a sharp rise in costs of goods. A new month has been added to the month of strain. This Valentine's Day didn't come to spread hope but to revive scarcity. This irony called life is moving forward and I just can't wait to play my part, one day sooner than I hope. You need to feel how fast my heart is racing, afraid that this gloomy mood is infecting me. But just as sad realities hit, so does a gentle warm embrace awaken the desire for better things to come.
This Valentine's Day may be the first since I was aware of its existence, the first time I am not preparing for anything. It's also the first time I am not expecting anything, I'm not even baking and guess what?
It's fine, every day does not have to be all glamorous and happy. For me it's a day for sober reflection, not because of any religious attachment. But because it's the first time I will be all alone.
The fresh cool winds sting my skin and cool it rapidly, bringing with it the collective aroma of the red potted roses I planned to take with me to America. That dream has long died, along with the family I felt for a brief moment. I touch my belly and miss the twins kicking inside me and Henrik's kind hands feeling them.
I shut my eyes and feel the heavy balls of tears, race down my face.
Valentine's Day can be brutal, I hope I make it through today....
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Friday, 9 February 2018

My Majestic Castle

My Majestic Castle


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 104

  The rains are here again, not really. This is just the clouds reacting to the intense sunlight, that had caused hear stroke all over most of Nigeria. It's much like the cool breeze, Much like life they come and go, intensify and then stop. The dark clouds heaves and cough briefly and just like a sneeze, an intense bright sun blazes mercilessly down on you. This weather is dangerous and sly, much like some people out there.
For a brief moment, you think they are reformed and all their deception is gone for good.  You don't miss the muddy shoes, the allergy brought about by a mixture of wet grass, dust and the cold. And you don't miss the intense sunlight and lies. To prove you wrong, they stop pretending and lie a bigger lie.
Now the sun comes in full force and drains out  all the energy and you are constantly thirsty..... Thirsty for the truth and a positive change... The rains are here again and fresh corn, fruit and cool weather comes with it. Then you can't wait for the rains. Don't let bad apples spoil your taste for fresh apples, just learn by experience to know the difference. So that, when the sun shines, it brings with it fresh new life with flowers blooming and beautifying the wonderful world we live in. We can go to the beach and relax or just enjoy the warm glow on the river banks with friends and loved ones.
Any time I say the words 'loved ones', out loud it lets me into my harsh reality.
    My majestic castle is empty and my soul is on vacation but my body is working on full throttle, my deadline is here and I have no choice but to finish the task at hand. It has taken longer than I expected but it is done now and as I have a sigh of relief my phone rings. It's unlike Celine to call this early but she has good reason to. Which be me to the most consistent thing I've done since basic necessities dictated that I performed my basic duties... Bath, brush my teeth, eat, drink and relax, all without failing. I've written and designed, read and calculated, drawn and illustrated and then erased.
But this is unique and for every loyal reader of ADE'S JOURNAL, I say thank you. By next week my online journal will be three years old and there's so much more expected. I mean everything happening inspires me to write, just this week witches tried to cook a lady in Europe, the DOW plunged so far down it could have triggered a recession in America and in Asia South And North Korea are marching together in the Olympics and Africans are doing the unexpected... Empowering deported immigrants and giving them hope.
   Everyday is really a brand new day and a new opportunity to break barriers and do something positive. I agree that there is negativity around us but can't we just focus on hope, love, joy and that thing that puts a smile on your face. The thundering sounds from the skies outside, jolt me back to reality. Back to now and the interest way things are turning up...

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Tuesday, 6 February 2018

Dumped In A Witches Cauldron

Dumped In A Witches Cauldron


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 103

   The Monday sun seemed to disappear and fake a moon light in the angry sky. Ask me why and I can only say it's because I am curious and maybe a little tipsy. My curiosity bar is high this Sweet sweet monday evening and the festival is perfect. I have my camera, aimed at men with canes pretending to be in the sixteen hundreds. The year of the witch hunt. There are women with large branches and brooms at its tip. Obviously a cartoonist version of witchcraft which would look great on my blog. But this is all child's play, the men get loud and the women start to chant in a language I do not understand. I have an ear for languages, I may not understand the words but I can usually pin point the continent. This language sounds nothing like Dutch or Yoruba, so I just stare at them and quietly take my pictures. Through my lens, I see the head wizard point his magic wand at me and freeze. Maybe it was not such a good idea to attend a witch and wizard festival. But I put up a brave front and put my lens down, to try to decide the meaning of all the attention I'm getting.
  I try to walk away but I am surrounded by witches and wizards who now whisper in English, words that jolt my racing heart that I have been chosen. If it was a joke, I was not laughing. These surprisingly strong group, lift me up towards something I was not comfortable with. A boiling large cauldron with firewood sparkling and tossing flames that engulfs the massive contraption.
To my horror, I am Dumped In A Witches Cauldron. The pain does not hit my feet as I expect, but stabs my brain and my screams are muzzled by their cheers and chants. I try to grab the edge of the cauldron but it burns and I let go. Now I feel my feet peel and my knees buckle. I may just be me beef soup if I don't do something. So I ram into the cauldron and the this evil contraption and it's contents spill on the floor, the fire escalate and then the broth my unwilling flesh made quenched the flames. I screamed and cried and tried to ease the pain in my boiled hind limbs. They only set the cauldron back on the smoking firewood and try to light it up. This cannot happen again, I will not be sacrificed for anything or anyone.
   I let out a loud scream that makes passing people turn to me and as they do, I beg them to help me. It turns out they thought it was an act until I screamed loud enough to get their attention. As the police race in and others apprehend the criminals that tried to cook me. I fall into a deep slumber, my face is covered in a soothing oxygen mask. And as I inhaled it's pure contents, put over my face. The pain and shock seems to fade away like a distant dream and I am carried into an ambulance...
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Friday, 2 February 2018

Somehow They Just Keep Coming

Somehow They Just Keep Coming


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 102

   Tonight the moon is full and my hope is renewed as I set out to just meet you. I have lost our friendship and got tired of the sinking ship that dragged me under as you were submerged. The Genesis of the problem is that I failed to get help and fought to not care. And the repercussions of this is that I'm not here, even though I shout here. Little is heard from me because right now my screams are whispers. Long heard and drowned by that which I love to down. T think I lived without alcohol for all these months, the taste of magic starts jack me. It stings and bites me and separates like lightning. All that I dreamed was lost has now been found. Not at the bottom of the bottle, but by the taste of your lips. Saying to me that you care, with each passing cheer.
Yes, I started out clueless. Not knowing what to do next. Didn't want to go be next and Prayed hard until they said yes.
Missing my childhood, lost in a trap. Reviewed how I was going about my business, watching people be my witness.
I read about all the riches and Tried many ways. Filled my head with wishes and then the 'Yes's' kept coming....

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Tuesday, 30 January 2018

A Baby Reign

A Baby Reign


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 101

   My eyes flicked and stared at the fresh layer of dust on the porcelain figure of a horse and it's foal. It is a  curious situation to see it's broken tail and it's babies broken tail. Is this a case of the sins of the father been inflicted on the child? Or just coincidence, either way, they are together in their troubled state. Both heavily laden with dust and standing on a reflective surface. Not water as they both would sink into oblivion, but a shiny surface on top of solid ground. The amount of dust on the two creatures is worrisome, does that mean I inhaled all that throughout the night?   Lagos is dusty but worse than that are the tiny creatures feasting off the dust. They hop and jump and move so slow, it's scary. I remember the first time I spotted these creatures living in the dust haven. I thought I was seeing double. They dragged on as if they barely moved and when I blinked. It hopped to the wall in front of me. Lucky for me the wall was blue, so I could see it clearly. I squashed it into the wall with an old book and watched it reduced to a stain. Like one from a minute moth that I could barely see. I have not looked at dust the same and I truly don't like when someone I can't see bites me. The culprits are many, mosquitoes, fleas, sand flies and now dust mites. So I don't just clean off dust and displace those thousands of colonies of dust mites. No, i try to kill them with chemicals that slowly kill me too.
This life of kill or be killed should be labeled, kill and you too will be killed. I can't seem to tolerate the smell of insecticides and pest killers. I just want to stay still and not be bitten by anything.
Too late though, for she is com. Not like a thief in the night but like a belled hyena out for blood. Old or new, fresh kill or decaying kill, she can smell it and she is not tiptoeing towards me. She is screeching and laughing and giving the best performance of her life.
 Seriously, I should call this blog post 'intervention 101'. But there is no need, my Aunt comes in ringing a bell that smashes my swollen brain. It makes it smash into my skull and the eyelids above my eyes ache with every flick. My migraine is worse and my rage is building, you just don't know where you stand with your young friends. Honestly, I never imagined that Ajoke will be the one to bring my aunt we both called archaic back into my life.
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Friday, 26 January 2018

Minus Me

Minus Me


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 100
 
      I guess I imagined how today would turn up, I mean that I imagined it would turn out differently. As in, the last time I felt like this. I wanted to move to Siberian and for one reason only. The weather drops to minus thirty degrees. There you don't have the luxury of picking out stilettos or fancy suede boots, you only have to be practical. The shoes on your feet are for threading down at least twenty inches of snow and your clothes have to keep you warm. I would imagine also that time wasting did not exist and every moment counts. That's where I want to be today and yesterday I wanted to be in Hawaii, not around the hotels and resorts, no. Around the sea waves and endless beach sand with no house in the horizon. My mind, body and soul needs space and I am not getting it. So my creative mind is conjuring all sorts of possible ways to escape this cluster phobia and crowded emptiness. I need to be that girl walking away from a forgotten shore in a secluded place, far from everyone. Right now I am tired and I want to sleep, do you know that I know I am asleep. I am tired in my dreams and keep searching for a bed and I can't find one. Instead I am in sky high shoes I swore I would never again wear, in a micro gown that has taken all of me not to pull it down. And I see a crowd of people waving at me and beconing me to join them. As I start to walk towards the crowd, my shoes sink into snow and I panic.
Steady, a familiar voice says and my heart skips and I start to panic.
You are in good hands, just don't stop walking.
That sound made me smile and I squeezed his hand and look at my feet. I have on thick winter boots, knee high and my winter jacket resembled an Eskimo jacket.
As he helps me up to the platform, it changes again and this time it's a warm lagoon front. The local hand made boats are painted bright blue and green and I smiled because he thrust me high enough to see the beauty of it all. I pull all his weight and help him up on the platform and we walk side by side away from the waters. I could hear my voice in the distance and knew I would leave him soon. So I rest my head in his warm shoulders and try to let our warm embrace linger on forever.
I miss you....
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