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Tuesday, 28 November 2017

A Nigerian Tragedy


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 83

I slept angry at the world and mad at myself. The guts of these people, these annoying people that won't stop yapping.
Talk about unfair, I choose to wait until the wicked  sun shining outside disappears. As soon as it does, I’m on my way out of this wicked miserable world. The question is why did I go to bed angry. The real question is what is going in? And why did this happen to me? To understand my plight you need to get to the core of things....
   I am trending, I mean the internet search that most of the world are clicking on is me. It feels absolutely amazing and I really cannot stop smiling. My phone's have died from people calling me and I literarily had to keep it off to keep it from exploding. It was so hot and anyway let me just gist you about what happened. That silly Daniel Ojora kissed his baby mama, my psycho friend Nnoye and it made the news and as executive producer of the show...
  Well my name got in the mix somehow, also I'm in the background of all the pictures holding my hand to my heart. As if smiling and approving this reunion, their union.
 Now, I could not have planned a better PR move than this. The demand is ridiculously high and I feel like the twins will pop out any minute from now. Henrik hugs me and gives me a peck and I hug him and get all excited.
'I am going into America as a certified producer...', I shine and glow in all my glory.
'Executive producer, my dear'
'Lets go and get some fresh fish', Henrik adds and I squint and look back at him.
'Now?'
'We will be back before you know it'
'Cant the driver just go alone', I didn't want to go out.
'You can stay but you know how you always say I never know how to price fish'
 Henrik was right, I would not let him hear the end of the matter.
'Let me change'
'Into what? You look gorgeous'
'Thanks darling'
 Henrik hugs me and whispers to the twins that we are going on a trip. It makes me chuckle and just glow and be happy. He opened the car door for me and I step right in.
On the road we laugh and argue about names for our children and I want them to have my full names and his. He wants them to have his mother's and when I forced a fake laugh he got upset. There is no traffic and we are both enjoying the drive when he points at some strange contraption above us. It's weird and resemble tires and the bottom of a truck and another. As the shipping container twists and falls off the back of the truck no longer defying gravity. I flinch and try to protect the babies inside me as Henrik whispered the words I will never forget....
'I love you'

  It hurt to open my eyes and it hurt to speak, I was in a horror movie for sure. Because some alien species had invaded my digestive tract and clogged my oesophagus. I tried to free it up and choked on my own spit. And then called for him and tried to stand. Several scientists surround me and hold me down as they incject the drip running through my viens and I start to drift back into sleep. I wake up with that horrible hospital smell all around me and just tried to make sense of where I was. My brother was by my side and he was pretending to be alright and failed woefully. I heard him try to mask the words but Celine and Ajoke please come quick. Flowed out and clearly from his lips., I drift back into slumber and then opened my eyes when u heard her voice.
'Ade?'
'Hey Ajoke', I grab her hand but the drip moves and the injectiin hurt.
'What going on? Where is Henrik? Am I dreaming'
 Celine looks like she has been crying and slumps into the couch in front of me.
I watch her cradle her stomach and reach for mine. It was missing and it made me sit up, the needle bends and I yank it out screaming. Celine runs to get the nurse and I remember it all and screamed loud and hard. Ajoke rocks me and muzzles my tears in her Bossom.
'Not my babies', I finally whispered as they incject my drip bag and help me relax back into my very uncomfortable bed.
'He is in a coma but we are praying he will make it', Ajoke says looking me straight in the eye.
'Did you tell him?', I was referring to our twins and she nods her head.
'Did you see them?', I asked with trembling lips and tears running from my eyes.
'Ade, one day at a time'
 All versions of those words plagued my mind and I kept try to decode it.
This morning I was excited about a trivial thing, about people that did not know me intimately. Now my closest and best friend is fighting for his life and I have to just lay down here and wait for whatever medicine they pumped into me wears off.

   I watch as my brother and parents hoover around me and then I ask.
'Is Henrik okay?'
The answer is not what I ever wanted to hear. But then again, the truth hurts.
The breaks failed on the truck carrying shipping containers and veered off the other side to ours. The impact crushed him and crushed me too. But Henrik took it all  and much as they tried, they failed to bring  him back. He died this afternoon.

  Just like that, my entire family died leaving me behind. This is not a nightmare it's A Nigerian Tragedy.
Everything haunts me now and every stance seems like my last. Time slowed to a halt as I tried to grasp and decipher why this happened to me.





**"ADE'S JOURNAL" Season 2 Episode 83**
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