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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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Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Dodging A Scorching Caked Mud Bed


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 18

     Like a viper, Dodging A Scorching Caked Mud Bed, a make shift road paved by the harsh elements, a path to my shaky future. Trap ridden by your lies and wickedness and you, insisting on been part of me by depleting my time and my life right now. It has to stop. 
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Friday, 25 March 2016

Petals In My Voice Lost Forever


  'ADE'S JOURNAL' 17

         Petals In My Voice Lost Forever, as I wait for the words plucked angrily from a stem robust and ripe with hope. Hidden beneath a tall African teak, I watch as it's mighty force sinks deep. And as I stretch and grow with my eyes to the sun, my claws sunk deep in the fertile rich African soil. I feel the natural waters race to my roots and once I start to choke, the earthworms cluster and aerate my loamy soil. I know I'm breathing again and feel the warm touch of another. But the cluster of many eyes, make me look up and remind me of where i am. The trees around me, bow and sway, as the wind blows clear as day. All my audience laugh and say, here we go again.

 
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Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Like a Tadpole Trapped In Your Sweet Nectar


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 16

     Have you ever wondered, where it all went? Innocence draped in fine silk, covered by teenage dreams of a life you can't wait to live. Ah, how it shivers, like waves cloaked in snow white foam. Sliced by heavy salt chunks, melting into the great Atlantic sea. Only for me to wake up and see, you are all an illusion worse than a dream. Oh sweet bone of my bone, how could you so easily cajole me, to this point of no return?
   
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Friday, 18 March 2016

Slicing Through Her Crystal Raindrops


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 15

     Slicing Through Her Crystal Raindrops; watching as every tear drop, flows down her chocolate brown face. Tears of rage that cut like spades on the root of hate constantly thrown carelessly, her way. A life, honing a headache while singing like a nightingale swallowing a python bloated with pride.
Fireworks celebrate her victory as tired paper burn and fizzle back to earth in faded glory.
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Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Drum's Of Love Beating On White Valentine's Day


  'ADE'S JOURNAL' 14


  •      Oscillating top skin clash with wooden sticks, bent on an edge and twisted to spring up the sound. Created by repeated slaps of your strong influencial hands, making all the maiden dance to your tune. Galloping and strut quick like a happy seahorse, moving towards you my love. Tainted by memories of my first true love or is it my second or third. Only God knows when it will type full stop on love.
Like a tired eagle, knocked off its nest, by a feather light brain wind washed ashore with regret. I give you dew and ash with all your foiled plans basking and dripping like a puppy eagret soaking wet.
    Oh how sour is the taste of a traitor that coveted all you have, that hides in the bushes, waiting to strike.
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Friday, 11 March 2016

Forgive Me For Dreaming Out Loud


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 13

         Forgive me for dreaming Out aloud, of a sweet future cushioned by a fruitful tree of life. Now a sad picture, lame and without claim, destroyed by your silly move. Zero value for your stroke is unoriginal, recognizable even by strangers passing by. You laugh like a hyena, nose deep and teeth sink hard on pure white bones. Crushing all fantasies of a reunion untold, how scared and silly I must look to everyone watching. My pride is shattered, bloated and tender with stolen joy. Now riddled and broken with hernia, that prevent me from standing tall and upright. I whisper my despair as he finally comes near. Your sorrows sliced me open and now I feel my voice lost forever. And now I must face the consequences...
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Tuesday, 8 March 2016

Smashed Easter Bunnies Melt in My Mouth


  'ADE'S JOURNAL' 12

    Rogue bunnies dig deep into my soul, displaced by chipmunks sinking claws into my tree trunk. Yet I stand firmly rooted in the face of despair and sink my hold with renewed strength, glue my hands and hold on, at the foundation of the life I have built.
    Time please hurry and heal me.
As I make your hold on me, insignificant for long periods of time. And then backslide i to your arms and just day dream of lost wishes in the wind. I am not in denial, I know you only wanted arm candy and I, a diamond crusted reality of us, stuck together for life, on love forever in time....
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Friday, 4 March 2016

Dust Marbles Play My Heart


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 11

       Dust Marbles Play My Heart, like a broken string on an age old harp. Snow flames taste bitter sweet, from a sky coughing up frozen ice syrup so strange it makes me hiccup. Just watch me tip my hat, like rock shaves tilted and stuck on an over priced wall, never to return to the cold wilderness of the hills on the Adamawa planes.
   My epic love battle, echoes the Love raging triangle of the diety of old Oya, Sango and Ogun. As they fight, just to be the next royalty whose linage will reign supreme for all eternity. Waiting for an endgame, thrust down by Loving Sun rays of time captured forever.
   Sweating profusely......
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Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Amidst The Chaos, A Proposal?


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 10

  Trying not to burst as I shake off my flaws.
All gone from my Paws, clogged up with disjointed truths. I know I'll grow to Love all my favorite plus, i have honed as life jabs me again and again over this period called time. Haughtily, I take off my gloves of all my friends with comma's and stick only to apostrophe's. Spring up and wake from a comatose state shoved on me by many years of my own clouded reality. Angered seriously by silly gloss painted mirage of fake friendship I wished I had long lost. When my dear, will I finally say goodbye, to all the chaos in my life?
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