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The best moments are the ones when, that affect people positively and inspire them to laugh and live. 
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Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Sender The Owner, souhaitez-vous


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 15
 
  The green grass, plump and fresh is lush and full of life. The tree stub cracked just in the center, creating more room for more life. From inside its core, a life moves majestically downwards and all about. This creature that loves the shadows and detests light. Does not shy away from the sunlight blazing down on it, from up above. The scorpion has no reason to run, it just holds up and forward heavy pincers. Swaddling along as it advances or reverses, choosing to move in whatever direction suites it. And if that does not get your attention, then it's maeleable tail strikes. Pumping paralyzing venom deep into your bloodstream. But if for some reason, it decides to delay the strike and distracts you from eminent doom. Are the heavy limbs a distraction or the awkward movements out to deceive you? You can wish it different or ignore the truth. Either way, the scorpion will still sting you and suck your brains dry.
 Slow poison, circulating like gossip. At first, none of it makes sense and then you start to believe the ridiculous news. That's how rumors start, but this is not just a rumour. It's a vindictive, calculated evil story, designed to destroy your good name. Plaguing on your on how naive you are. But like my hard working industrious grandma would say, Sender The Owner, Souhaitez-vous. Decoding her words that mean literarily, you wish me good or evil, back to sender. You need to be spirituality inclined to even come close to decoding all what I'm trying to say. It's so much more complicated than any of us thinks. But every Beginning, has an end. And every vindictive rumor dies. After passing all around, the proud scorpion splits and cracks and then the earths natural environmentalists step in. The red ants slice with tiny pincers and mouths and reduce the proud giant down to manageable pieces. They match up and down, until they reach their anthill and share the loot. Reducing the giant to an empty shell, now buried under the earth and decaying. No one remembers the beginning of the end of it, because life goes on. Only the victims of the rumors remember and few survive the harm done...
     Isn't life precious?
 In all the chaos all around me, all I can think about is how I'm not making money right now and squandering so much, so swiftly.
 Now, I have to think of the possibility of going through this, all alone.
 My darling sweetheart can feel my despair a
nd he hugs me and I sink deep into his open arms.
'I won't be away forever', his words were meant to encourage me.
Instead, I massage my baby bump and sigh out heavily.
'I hope so ooo', I add bending my mouth downwards and pouting my my lips like a typical Yoruba woman.
'I'll fast track the trip and everything'
'Hey, it's better I'm prepared then to just be in denail'
'We will be fine', He rocked me and I smiled.
'We need to be practical too, we now have to think about our family'
'We are'
  I yawned as I spoke and shut my eyes briefly.

  Another day is here and I have to earn my keep and the last twenty five percent of Idibia's deal with my ladies.
I called the only person that would not show up on time.
'Hello', I could hear Laughing in the background and water. They were on a speed boat.
'Ade, you need to be here'
  Nnoye sounds so happy and content, I was actually jealous.
'Your meeting is today', I tried to remind her.
'Tell her ooo, I have clients waiting for me', Celine grumbled.
'My boobs are tender, i need to breastfeed my babies', Ajoke adds.
'Please, Bala is on his way already, my clients won't come to me'
'Since when?'
'Tell Madame Curie to leave the south of France this minute'
'Celine, you don't grumble unless something is wrong'
'I don't think Pierre will ever marry me'
'Why?', Ajoke sàid adjusting her bra and getting out a pump set.
'What is that?', I asked.
 The contraption did not look comfortable.
'It looks like....'
'Thats exactly what it is, medically it relieves you of any pain or stress'
'It looks painful'
'Well....'
 Celine chuckled.
'Dont let Ajoke lie to you ooo'
'She does not need to'
'It's all part of it', Ajoke adds.
'When do we start?', agitated Celine asked.
'In the next hour', I add a little worried about Nnoye.
'Do we get paid if she does not get involved?'
'Celine, you know the answer to that'
'Which kind bad luck be this one?'
'She's thirty minutes away', I add.
'It makes sense'

   Thirty long minutes later, Nnoye walks in in a sari I know Celine made. The limited beautiful edition, made her look taller and more elegant. And her escort was in beach shorts and palm slippers.
'Ade, everyday your bump grows and your skin glows'
 Daniel said, hugging me first and knowing I was far from him than anyone else.





**Season 2, Episode 15**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 15, COPYRIGHT 2017*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2017**
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