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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, 31 May 2016

Bronze Shield Defending My Endless Love For Love


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 36

     The weather has changed, the heat wave is absent. Drunken dark clouds gather and flatter with spies breeding like flies. Buzzing around town, spreading their hopeless lies. Ignoring my pleas and fight to find a way. To give up now is to spread decay. Honing on pungent smells of victory with me, having so much to say. About how hard I try, about how easy, I am enticed. By dreams of an affluent future, made real by my current actions. This dragon above my head roars and flashes and I look up with tired eye lashes. Oh how I miss my teenage years, just floating about with no worries. Back then, I only cared about looking good and relishing the new found fun joints. Now everything feels like a duty, a trade for trade show, a tired dance to please and comform. I have no choice but to arm myself, put up a shield like the warrior I am.
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Friday, 27 May 2016

Blue Lobster Sing The Blue's


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 35

  Bubbles brew and form a pattern, swirl and sway because it's all that matters. Slow and heavy, my legs slice through the salty sea bed. Waves from the past push and pull me, and I fight to stand upright. As I leave behind footprints that sinks deep in uneven off white sharp sandy sea beds. I watch the March past of many pale gray lobsters. It's voice prompts me to look back, as the lone Blue Lobster Sing The Blue's.

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Tuesday, 24 May 2016

Love Eclipsed Under Half A Crescent Moon


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 34

    Love Eclipsed Under Half A Crescent Moon, weighing down heavily my fragile heart. Breaking all the rich yoke forged over time sinking true love down to the murky lagoon floor. As young innocent me, carry on my head, large Brass and wooden calabash. My crown, my glory, my gift. All now a faded memory....

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Friday, 20 May 2016

Trying Not To Burst


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 33

   Simmering and brewing, the bubbles forge and float up to the surface. One, two and then several more. Spiralling and swirling as they gather and congregate to the top. I stare at it, and just watch. How did I get to this point of no return? This point where boiling water is more entertaining than twenty six foreign channels. I try counting all the bubbles and keep jumbling it up. I'm that tired. I'm that cute little angel waiting, watching, thinking....

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Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Sting Rays Flap Their Wings


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 32

       Sting Rays Flap Thier Wings and slice through a spiral whipped ice cream cloud. Casting shadows over soaking wet swift birds, feet deep in a salty sea. Hurriedly, Feeding off pink crayfish, plump and ripe, swimming like the floating fermented split coconuts far from been deshelled. And then, swallowed up by crocodiles missing their snouts, freaks of nature? No, bragging rights to surviving man's fish trap. Marking the end or is it the beginnin The blue skies engulf and encapsulates a tiny miniscule me. Still in shock , still in love. Blind to all your woes, ready, set, go...
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Friday, 13 May 2016

Untangling The Twists And Turns


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 31

             Untangling the twists and turns, I dig my middle finger into the center of the spiral weave on top of my head. I had my hair in a bun but my bun was a weave, my own take on the hair style. But I need a new look and I start to unbraid the hair. I love the feeling I get, it jolts  me back in time. To me at just eight years old, to the memories of those tough women. You know what I'm talking about.
  As a child, mum would pay them to weave my hair into school approved cornrow styles. For me, that was the time I became chatty and restless. So the old woman would clamp my head between her thighs and lock me into position. She had these ilarun's, wooden cutting combd in sizes. She would use them to Pat my hair, then use small hair combs to smooth it. Then, I would feel her fingers split my hair in three and weave it into beautiful patterns. It's a strange kind of pain, but I loved the outcome. The beautiful weave, her unique take on the hair style. And I could not wait to show it off to my school friends.
 Life shaaaaa....
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Tuesday, 10 May 2016

Your Love Bounced Back Like A Frisbee


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 30

    Have you ever fallen and yet never hit rock bottom? Let go of all your body, and just relaxed. To be awakened from such a dream is like been given a second chance at life. You look around and feel relief to be somewhere familiar. To be free. I always wanted a partner that makes me smile effortlessy. And Like a miracle you wanted to free me. Only Your love bounced back like Frisbee, ricocheting and causing fractures. Making me ignore your many failures. I taste it all in your sweetened bile. Held tight by my loving crocodile, spinning me your favourite prey in an endless death roll. As I hold on and pray, my smile now bloated and pale.
    Oh, how I wish I was weak. Then my stupidity would make sense. For all my strength, my dear is past tense. Jumbled up as I begin to question everything. My tiara is no longer my crown, it sits on a tarp covering all I thought I had.
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Saturday, 7 May 2016

Big Trouble In My Little World


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 29

       Spinning round and round, I watch the blades of the ceiling fan oscillate at an alarming speed. The power surge is high and I am a little afraid it may just get dislodged and fall on my head. But at the same time, I catch a glimpse of it.  I see the white fluffy seed, held up by white propellers. They oscillate and fly the lone seed about, but there's no soil to help it grow or no life to engulf it and take it to the next level. It's survival is waning and  


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Tuesday, 3 May 2016

Steam Ice Rays Melt My Way


"ADE'S JOURNAL" 28

     In the middle of everyone, under a silky sky in a courtyard. I look up at their curious eyes and tire from their gaze, so i look down. Steam Ice Rays Melt My Way, and i feel it slap me, no knock my head as i walk on and try to ignore it all. Robust Raindrops slam my head again and this time I feel it's intense rage. I look up with disdain, at the shapeless clouds. All jumbled up and gathering, gossiping about me. Instead of doing the one thing, they have been tasked to do. Rain, cough out sprinkles of cool waters, loads and lots of it. But do the clouds stop there? No o, they seize all activities and let the wicked sun shine mercilessly on me. And in the corner, not far away, a full moon watches. It does nothing but watch and I do something and walk away.
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