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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, 21 October 2017

The Hunt For Vampires By A Modern Lynch Mob

The Hunt For Vampires By A Modern Lynch Mob


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 72

      The time is slowly approaching as my heart beat rapidly escalates, I know they are coming for me. Yet I can’t do anything, all the people I have called have rejected me and the very selfish saying that hunts me plays on my mind. You are on your own, I am truly on my own and it scares me. In fact, it has triggered an epileptic attack and not in the best if places. It happened just before I got to my house and as the neighbour carries her sickly child. She does not like me and thinks I am contagious, despite downloading and showing her proof that I am not. Her child has sickle cell anemia and she had told everyone that her son was a perfect AA genotype until I changed it. How can I tell these people that I don’t have that kind of power? Night vigil after night vigil, I have been accused through my neighbours walls of doing everything wrong. I am the reason her lazy husband can’t find a job and the reason her stale bread isn’t selling. To make matters worse, I had the guts to speak up and defend myself. It did not help my case, she screamed and begged people to rescue her from the jaws of a skinny whale. The type that swallowed Jonah and adds that I will soon for because she has prayed and fasted on my head. Lord have mercy on me and now I am having an epileptic attack just as she is returning with confirmed report that her child definitely has SS genotype. As I jerk and fight to stay alive, I hear her scream and call out for help. Not to help me but help from me. My friends in the neighborhood race to help me and the worse happens…
 An angry mob approaches, saying enough is enough. They have cutlasses, sticks hoes and shovels. They are all people around me the man that sells provisions, the other one is a housing agent, the woman owns a food store and another sells school pencils, all of them have blood in their eyes as they approach me. Friends fight for me and others shield me and then I am carted away from their rage. Someone is screaming and another shielding us as Cutlasses fly past and hit us. How I survived I will never know, but my friends heard of the other attacks in Malawi and knew his sister, a friend of mine would not be spared. We escaped but others are not so lucky and in all fifty have been injured.
 Luckily the authorities are now involved and one hundred and forty have been arrested. It won’t take away the trauma of watching people call us vampires as they tried to kill us. I have not gone back to my apartment, I’ve forfeited my rent money for my own safety. Honestly, I am afraid we are regressing as fast as we are advancing. The question now is how many more lives will be lost to angry mobs believing their neighbors have spiritually caused them to become ill or poor. Who will wipe tears from the eyes of the dead? It’s not a pretty picture but I could see the tears streaming down the face of this epileptic man that barely escaped the jaws of death….

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Wednesday, 18 October 2017

50 Hangmen Reviving Bitter Truths

50 Hangmen Reviving Bitter Truths


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 71

     Ancient does not mean forgotten and old does not mean ignorant, although new sprouts tend to think so. Forgetting the branch that gives them life and the roots that links them to this colony.
Right now, It's hard to look and not be impressed by the craftsmanship and skills that has sunk into creating this. The artist hammered and bled to create one of many masterpieces roaming this universe and beyond.
 Bronze sculptures, once a hidden secret amongst the select few, now readily available to those who dare to learn to create this timeless beauty. Age adds a spectacle that time morphs and transforms it's colour and appearance. Just like a spice to a meal, not overpowering it but adding and showcasing it's protruding nooks and crannies. Time may change its colour but its still the same sculpture that mimics man and as it does, its eyes has seen it all. Kindness that men readily share and wickedness men try to hide, precious and tragic at the same time.
 As I stand in front of it and admire the artwork, I stare and wonder if it could speak. If it could about the times, crime was quashed by cruel punishment and say proudly that it served its purpose. Scared people straight, but these were people accountable to their families and cared about the consequences of their actions.
    Right now, things are different.
50 Hangmen Reviving Bitter Truths make me realize how different times are.
The news that fifty people applied for the Job of hanging criminals scares me. Men and women for that matter, willing to do what men in the dark ages hid their faces for. They hid so as to remain anonymous and to create fear, but things have changed and remain unchanged.
Not today, today in the year two thousand and seventeen, they have publicly applied for the cruel job. What does this say about time and ancient practices? Are we going back to the dark ages or moving away from it? I'm not sure how to answer because I do not know the answer.
 I just hope we get back our humanity and sanity and soon...
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Friday, 13 October 2017

Ice Cold Truths Melt My Heart

Ice Cold Truths Melt My Heart


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 70

  The ice sculpture refused to melt as the steam from my rage filled the room and moves the temperature near boiling point. Like a monument in the middle of a park, a centerpiece in the middle of the room. I am watched, eye balled and admired with wonder and people in awe. I am transparent and stuck and unable to move, I know you see me. The rabbit frozen like glass, stuck on you. As I set and refused to move under the pressure and heat from all involved. I know how this looks, as if I am transparent and I have nothing to hide. The truth is that I have more to hide and refuse to disclose to my curious friends. It's like I'm been pitched against two trusting factors, my girls versus my guys. Don't get me wrong oooo, I am and will forever be on the girls team but I'm definitely not a heart breaker. I won't be the bearer of bad or sad news. These men think they are smart, tgey cause havoc and then expect me to mend all the shattered broken pieces. Joker's, I am not going to do it, instead I go into survival instinct mode and feign discomfort. Its strange right? But when it's your turn, you destroy the laughter in the room. And see if you can endure hours of years and lamentations about an unserious guy that won't stop trying to toast me. That thinks he is the alpha and Omega of this crew. You know what I mean, that annoying handsome guy, high on himself. I mean, I want today to be less about him and more about every other person. So I lie and I lie and more accurately, withhold the truth from my girls.
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Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Two Titan's In One Hand, None To Show

Two Titan's In One Hand, None To Show


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 69

  The hard jet black exoskeleton shined in the moonlight, as the creature advanced. It picked up speed and arched it's upward horn downward and forward. It's intention was clear, to tackle and slam it's opponent. Behind him were spectators and not just any kind. The female kind, this was for them, the potential to have them all. Even if it was for a brief moment. I was rooting for the smaller guy, the underdog. But it was a futile battle. The safest thing to do now is to flap my layers of wings and step back and away from his line of sight. I distracted him a bit and his opponent almost got the giant beetle on his back and out of the race. He moved swiftly and upturned his opponent.
The echoes of women cheering him on his victory filled the air as he searched and could not find me. I was long gone and with my own hero and as we fly away from the blazing night life. I can't help but giggle. This life is one big stage with the biggest showmanship on earth. As if that's what matters, what actually matters is quality time with quality friends that last a lifetime.
The helium filled balloon we flew past starts to deflate and descend. After all, what ever goes up must come down.
My partner bumps me gently and I chuckle and land and then perch on our rose garden. We may not have a massive rose bush the entire world wants, but my garden is my world. No invaders allowed...
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Saturday, 7 October 2017

I Came Here For Delicious Words

I Came Here For Delicious Words


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 68

  Bittersweet is the dark chocolate bite that stings my tongue and awakens my spirit. Brown skinny stalks, house the vanilla essence that forged the buttery creamy goodness that melts in my mouth. Sharp sour spikes, pokes at my taste buds as I taste your love seething in jealousy and making me ache for more. My spiky thorn filled sweet love, please don't let the spectators distract us from our goals.
 I Came Here For Delicious Words spun from titanium reinforced metal, light and strong enough to weather the storm of pests. Stalking our web of trust and home filled with love. Oh how I fight to keep out the noise, the army pointing weapons of mass destruction heading our way. I know I should have built trenches, dug and laid traps out for them. But I chose instead to build our home on a solid foundation and open my heart and soul to you. As the first weapon hits, I reach out and touch your hands and hold on as we are thrown apart. And I search and pray you are not cowering away from me. Like the man I know my love to be, you dust away the pain and reach for me. Grab my scorching hands and put out the fire and I put out the flames on your face. In-between the chaos, I spot your half smile and reflect your mood. I mean, who smiles while their world explodes. It's all brief and over and as we run underneath broken rubbles to safety, we turn to see a shower of mayhem spraying down towards us. I hold and pull him to me and hug him. No matter what happens now, we fought for this and made us work. We will survive somehow, I'm sure of this....
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Thursday, 5 October 2017

Water Lilies Green With Envy

Water Lilies Green With Envy


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 67

  The Lagoon waters climb up to my ankles and I am not worried. I am late for work and I'm still not worried because my my is full. I am hidden in this corner of Lagos, a forgotten road with a sign that says acquisition. I had no clue it was there because land grabbers keep removing the sign. I only caught them this morning because it's dawn and that's when these Water Lilies Green With Envy, strike. They populate and prey on the land. Lush and firm, you have no clue and cannot tell that their roots don't sink into the ground. It floats and is moved by fish, crabs frogs and snakes born here. They have my savings and much as I tried to revive my bank balance to that bounty full day. The expenses keep rising and swallowing it all up. So I wait like a snake in the water lilies and pounce and sell what was never theirs to give. Maybe the state government will allow my prey buy it back or even sell to me before I sell this land I called mine. For now, I need my money back, so I can build my house in solid rock and not on a sand bed slowly washed away by a growing Lagoon front.
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Saturday, 30 September 2017

Blade Grass Cuts Your Fleeting Love

Blade Grass Cuts Your Fleeting Love


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 66

     Dawn was still lazily holding on to the hem of the night, as I tried to hold on to a dream I had no memory of. The sound you make elicits fear all around, but not the kind you intend to inflict. It's the sharp clicks you make to draw your mate as you crawl and run at the top of the wall. Your destination, my warm engine with all its tight nooks and corners. Behind you is your mate, tired from chasing this bush meat that was once the pride and staple. Roasted up on a stick in the clean air of the south. Now but a far nightmare you will never experience. For now, the fear of Ebola has made you thrive as your main predator, now feasts on tamed beasts. Farmed and breed to be eaten. So what am I afraid of? I know you love to roam wild and free in the outdoors and I have grown accustomed to the four walls and wrought iron gates that surrounds me. I still fear for the safety of my car and generator, fear that you will ignore the traps I set for you. And even though it's been two days you have eaten my poison laced fish bits. I pray you die, so that the love I have for my things don't cost me extra. You grass cutter, bush rat or whatever overgrown rodent you are. It's morning now and time to start my engine and warm my car. With much love, the cuddled pair are startled by me suddenly lifting the hood of my car. In all directions they flee and in all my rage I scream. I could see them biting to defend themselves or touching me and spreading Lassa Fever to me. The fear of an epidemic is the beginning of wisdom....
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