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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.

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Wednesday, 28 June 2017

The Earthworm Grew And Extended It's Reach


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 39

     Screeching sliding Blues, left behind by hues and then made her brand new. The Queen is not yet made, the princess is far away. With her mind long gone astray, her dreams now she can touch . As she sighs at a reflection of herself in the shallow murky waters. Left behind by an angry rain, Drowning away the sorrows of a lost colony. She tried to be grateful that she survived the harsh winds, the turgid waters and the mudslide. Ten segments of crystal abdomen covered in mud thrusts until I am safe. A smile crept up her face, as she realized the competition was easier now. A little ashamed of her selfish thoughts, she sunk deeper into her shy self. Life is cruel and a minute silence for her fallen comrades made her sigh. As broken people surrounded her and looked up to her guilt ridden face. No time for remorse or glory, this hive has no choice but to get up and rebuild itself, one termite at a time. The smell of wood that has grown, lived and died, oozed past the layers of soil not far from here. The soil had sipped into it and the decay had started. A castle of hopes and dreams they have started to build. Clay, swear and blood mingle and with dead soldiers, workers and care takers.
I can taste new life already, all the young babies I birth, lifted high, as they are carried into the massive nursery. Each baby, bathe in my rich DNA. The new generation, not from a pampered weakened race. But from a strong female, a fighter with remorse, a soldier that rose from the ranks and became Queen. This Swaying indigo, above my head, shields me from the direct sunlight. It’s a fellow comrade, spotting a direct sun Ray, burning and heading my way. She dived just in time to save me and her ash is scattered by others diving and shielding me with swaying indigo’s. The sun rays divert their attention from us and seek other colonies to destroy. I raise my head up high as the taste of victory returned. The smell of charged indigo flower petals calm my nerves and in turn, the troubled hive heaves a sigh of relief.
I feel their pain cause i love them, those that have laid down their lives for me. I will birth for my hive, millions of eggs that will become nymphs and become one of the millions of my people. My talk is expensive and others buy into it. Abandoning their tiny hundred thousand strong hive to build mine.
Rhino’s surround me and prepare for battle, as tertiary and secondary queens kick ad bite. I bite back and fight back. My alliance with my new nestmates is forged and formed as blood spews and travels. The air is saturated with toxic dangerous spray and sticky moist liquid that land and form chewing gum like trap. Some ants are attracted by our blood and start to pick up and carnibalize on our injured and dead. I refuse to watch and ignore this horror. So I whistle and scream and order everyone to stop and face our mutual enemies. We fight and retreat as our soldiers destroy them our workers build our best. I start to emit the chemical to end the weaker men’s fertility and boost the strongest. One hour later my best is built on the foundation of a thousand nest. It started out as a Sweet blunder and now I am Queen to People who want me to rule. I have stepped up to the challenges before me and the world is mine to behold.

     Sleeping Lagos slips through my fingertips as from dusk until dawn, the perpetrators of evil patrol the streets. And the Men and women disguised as saviours, patrol and hunt like the wicked predators they are.
  I am lying on my back and praying, I am at the back of he vehicle and if these greedy men shoot... My unborn child may die from a stray bullet by these armed robbers masquerading as police men aim at us.
Is it a crime to go out in Lagos? Ajoke's experienced driver, swerved and drives like a bat out of hell.
 The car steadied and everyone starts to relax and sit upright.
'Are we alive?', Ajoke asks in-between calling Bala, Hassana and Hussein's name.
The Family and close knit friends are the names on your lips in Crisis mode.
'We are fine', I answer adjusting my baby bump as I sit up.
'Blood of Jesus, blood of Jesus...', Nnoye was still whispering her prayers.
It made me smile and be grateful.
'Just drop me at home', I announced.

 At home I hug Henrik and kiss and pray out loud.
'It's a miracle to make it alive in Lagos and I thank God we are home'
I scared Henrik and he asked what happened.
'A fake check point... Police check point'
'My goodness...', he exclaimed.
 He hugs me and we turn to Nnoye and Ajoke as the driver takes them home.

  Sallah weekend is here and it's the perfect time to visit my parents.
My brother's are there too and the rains just did not let us Skype with my sister. The signal is bad. There's an abundance of food and everyone we love is here with us.



  There's much that has to change and I need to go inside and think, restrategize and prepare for the week





**Season 2, Episode 39**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 39, COPYRIGHT 2017*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2017**
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