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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 October 2017

Like A Thief In Broad Daylight


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 75

      The gullible flock watch me as I enter the rusty old bus with a driver half high from his half smoked wrap of weed. Fear not, I announce to the rattled people afraid of the uncertainty. I am here, after all it is written.... Touch not my anointed. Of course I am referring to me, I am covered and true. I try to hold back and away my anxious hands that want to bring out envelopes o distribute to the scared people in this cross country bus. He should not be smoking weed, an irritated mermaid girl with snake like curls grumbled. I shiver and cast away spirits of lust as her Beautiful skin distracts me. Eyes on the goal, I repeat to my friend as she catches my eyes wondering. I am not the only one, two young men are discussing and deciding the best course of action. It's either I toast her or you do. I quote a verse and reject their sinful ways. They have had enough and grumble and accuse me of extortion. What is their business?
A desperate man waves and signals for help as his bus lay on the opposite side of the road. The girl protests as he slows down and others chastise her for it. But our words turn into horror as the distraught man springs out a loaded gun from his belt.
 The young men scream at the intoxicated driver to reverse, he doesn't react in quick time. And we are ambushed. The young men scream and insist he reverse and speed away but the cocked rifle ushers him deep into the bush and the false preacher announced that none have anything to fear. As prayers ring loudest from the mermaid girl and the preacher blames her weave and trousers on attracting evil. The armed robber rushed to the boot and aimed the gun at the unarmed passengers threatening to spray them and cursing like he was in an American movie. So much repetition of the word fuck. Then he screamed 'mopo', our slang for mobile police in Nigeria and the hopeful bunch stretch scared necks at the men in special black uniforms and khaki pants. These additional men were high and armed and order us all to get out from the vehicle. They were fake policemen and fellow armed robbers. The mermaid and overweight market women in wrappers were the first to lie down and cover their heads. As phones, bags and briefcases disappeared. Then they formed a pile, expecting to be shot or beaten to death. The young men were last after the bragging pastor. A struggle ensued as one of those men shoves him and hides his head under his stomach. A scuttle ensues and verbals use begins as the fake pastor accused the young man of putting him in harm's way. The excited robbers hear the commotion and warn them to stop. The young man takes cover and the overconfident preacher grumbled. This angered the robber and he sprays into the air and then to the floor on the people. A bullet penetrates his stomach and his comrades join him and order they leave.
Real policemen in sirens approach and the dazed crowd stare on at the bleeding preacher that claimed before the journey that his good ways will rescue and protect the crowd from armed robbers. An NYSC lady was wailing, her certificate and all were stolen and today was the last day for clearance. Everyone pleaded and tried to calm her as real policemen arrived. Men and women who had tuckedand hidden money shared and tried to help others as phones appeared and calls went out to loved ones. As a false preacher bleeding out, I stretch to them all as I am put in the back of the van and carted away. A horrible scene unfolds in front of me, a gang were raping women and beating up naked men. The real policemen shot into the air and as they dispersed approach the distraught young girls and old women. I look at the blood gushing out from me and gather an old rag and put pressure on my own wound. Only a real miracle can keep me alive to tell this awful tale. I hope I get my chance...
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Saturday, 28 October 2017

A Man For Every Woman And More Where They Came From


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 74

  Talk about unfair, I choose to wait until the wicked  sun shining outside disappears. As soon as it does, I’m on my way. I’ve practiced all night and I have m eyes on the house that I believe would give me the money I need. I’ve watched them all month, bought drinks enough times to be recognized and let in without raised eyebrows. I buy drinks from the woman with a red cooler, she gets excited when she slots me. I always buy bottled drinks and leave the change. No I’m not rich but every week I have a new house I stake out. This house the lesson teacher has changed four times now, I’ve offered to buy them drinks in the hot sun. And they have accepted, that’s how I know so much. I even know the name of the new house help, Bright. Yes her name is bright but she is gullible and afraid to mess up. Today is my opportunity and I’m taking it. I can’t wait to have her bosses Rolex in my hand, I have a buyer already and will not need to come back to this area. I walk briskly and knock on the door and Bright answers. She scans my outfit and shoes and bag and I do not disappoint. I have on a designer bag and shoes, thanks to generous family members returned back to Nigeria. They discard their wardrobes to impress people like me and then fill it back up as soon as they return.
A little cash in hand could have been better but they had none to give and a referral maybe. But there was nothing they could do for me and trying too hard has left me exhausted. So I am honing what easily comes naturally to me, whenever I feel trapped or cornered. Its lies and lying, I open my mouth and tell Bright I have meeting with her boss and he said it was alright to wait. This was the time I had calculated she would be in her towel. She had heard about the job from the gateman who was collecting his reward in kind. After rumps of sex, she liked to take a long twenty minutes shower. All these I deduced from taking my fizzy bottled drink from the woman with the red cooler. Bright let me in and showered as quickly as she could but not fast enough. It was like Christmas, perfumes, the watch and makeup bags filled with designer goodies. I tucked it all in and pretended to receive an urgent call. Bright watched as I promised to make another appointment and was kind enough to walk me out. It would have been perfect, but the nosy neighbor walked in just as I was about to walk out of the gate. She scrutinized me and frowned, she had a wicked mistrustful look and asked who I was. I recognized her and tried to stay calm. She started dialing and then ordered that the gates stayed closed. She did remember me from years before. My game was up...


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Wednesday, 25 October 2017

The Fumes Made Me Do It


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 73

     You cannot imagine how I live, until you live like I do. The mosquitoes are massive and hungry and the male’s compete by my ears. I am sleeping on a bedbug infested cover-less matrass that has flattened and compressed to a thin flap with wicked dents and missing chunks in it. It’s my third night without sleep and my cough is getting worse. I got it from sleeping on the cold wet floor and this bed is not helping matters. I am uncomfortable and then I hear it from the window of my uncompleted building I rent from my meager odd jobs of cutting grass for anyone that can pay. I don’t have a shirt, it is as the shirt or the cough mixture. And as you guessed, I chose the cough mixture. It helps me sleep a little and then I hear it again. My neighbor is starting his small blue generator set. It’s a horrible machine that coughs out wicked black smoke. For some reason, he prefers to direct the smoke at my windows. So like clock work, every night I come out and tell and fight until he turned it away. The selfish old man does not care that it is two in the morning. Or that the smoke makes me cough violently and loose sleep. For three nights I have not slept because the fumes won’t let me. I have only slept because I had to physically move and change the position of the exhaust pipe spewing out large balls of smoke. And t make matters worse, the demonic neighbour refuels and then points the exhaust pipe straight at my windows. I heard him bragging to his lazy son that if I had ten heads, I should get up and move it again. I was too tired to answer him. But tonight I’ve had enough, all the prayers the generator set would pack up has gone unanswered. So I jumped up and picked up the cutlass that gave me blisters all day. I screamed and cursed and threatened fire and brimstone.
He took the bait and ran out cursing, his son tries to hold him back as I switched off the generator set and swore it would not come on this night. Not here, not this night and definitely not beside my windows. The man pushed me and I sharpen the cutlass on the uneven building floor. The baba started to pull and try to start the generator set. And then I hit him, I do not remember it. I think, all I remember was that the generator stopped the force of the blade. It cut his hand clean off and the rope and dents the tank. It was done and the son shoves me as he tried to stop his old man from bleeding. I walk back in and feel tired and exhausted. For the first time in a long time, I sleep. Long hard and deep. I wake up and stretched as an angry mob dragged me out, beating and pounding at me and asking me stupid questions. All I can say is that The Fumes Made Me Do It…..



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Saturday, 21 October 2017

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


"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


"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


"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


"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


"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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