Theme Layout

Boxed or Wide or Framed

Theme Translation

Display Featured Slider

Featured Slider Styles

Display Grid Slider

Grid Slider Styles

Display Trending Posts

Display Author Bio

Display Instagram Footer

Dark or Light Style

Powered by Blogger.

Search This Blog

About Me

My photo

 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

Popular Posts

Friday, 12 January 2018

Hidden Amongst Returnees Are Infiltrators


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 96

    Clear as day, the yellow interior of the beautiful blossoms shined like glitters in the blazing sun.  The snow white thick petals in uneven fives, clustered and formed peaks on the tree as it watched the beings pass by. The herbivores the omnivores had no clue that we carnivorous beings were lurking and mimicking them. Waiting and watching and hoping they let their guards down and cluelessly, they do. Forget camouflage, these naive things have no clue they are in a honey trap. I don't even have to bite or sting, my sweet nectar has them intoxicated. I stand there and watch a killer bee take out a hive of bees, I am stung several times but refuse to move. Will anyone survive this massacre? They look and sound like the specie they are taking out, but they are larger and louder. At least now, I need to move because this hive are intense and fierce and hungry. The honey they did not help make, they cart away and the lone witness watching they try to take out. I see a lone bee stagger away and hope it makes it. I on the other hand run for my dear life, scared with stingers embedded deep in my skin. A harsh lesson learned, as I fight hard to wake up from this very strange dream....

   Instead the quiet whimper from a child wakes me, I am exhausted and feel like the blood flow in my right hand has stopped.
So I painfully move it, one finger at a time. I wiggle it and stare at the image that starts to clear up. It's a man rocking a baby and I get excited and sit up. I slouch back into bed when I realize it isn't him. I thought it was my husband and the twins and all that Christmas tragedy was nothing but a nightmare. My heart sunk as the pain in my fractured leg returned and it feels like a million bees are sliding down into the plaster of Paris.
 Even with m heartbreak, I was a little confused. Who was this man and where am I?
  His smile reminds me and I wonder what I am doing in his house and on his bed.
'She is awake', he adds and hands her over to me.
'Do you want to...', he says pointing at me full breasts.
I look at them as if they belong to someone else and then at Angel
 'She is fast asleep', he whispered and joined me on the bed. He was uncomfortably close and I was in a flimsy nightgown and I wanted to say something but I did not remember what.
 A soft knock on the door and I stare at it and realize I was dreaming.
A very wicked dream, I am pissed and upset and I don't like the situation I am in. I am a nursing mother breastfeeding my close friends baby and did I mention that he was my late husband's best friend. I lost him last year and I am stressed and I need to be distracted and ... working... busy working. How else am I going to be sane enough to make it through today. Right now, I am exhausted and tired. Obviously, Angel is going back home to Daniel and I am afraid to be all alone again. I know the child needs to be with his parents but I could have sworn she wanted to run. Opeyemi looked scared and I hope she gets the treatment she needs but what about her newborn?
 The curtains are yanked away and pried open and Ajoke folds her hands and tried to hold back all the words she had to say.
'Really, Ade it's almost dinner time'
'I am tired'
'You need the sun or at least fresh air'
 'My body hurts, my boobs ache, my leg itches and I dreamt I moved in with Daniel', I grumbled.
 Ajoke side hugs me.
'Pele, it's the situation'
'Horrible'
'I was thinking about it too, will you?'
'Get a new leg', I add trying to shove a tail comb down the rage ugly plaster of Paris enveloped around my leg.
'Ah ah, why now? I mean move in with Daniel'
 I shake my head.
'Why can't he move in with me, why are you not asking him?'
 Ajoke raised a hand and announced,'go girl'
I awkwardly clap her hand and she clasped mine.
'I don't want you to move out and he isn't my besto... You are', she says with tears in her eyes.
'I'm still here'
'I know, I just don't want you leaving. Not now, not even with Daniel. I don't blame him but I want you relaxed'
'I am fine, who matters now... is Angel'
'True. Nnoye has been trying to call you'
'I know'
'Something about re doing a footage...'
'Don't mind her, she says she looks pale and dull in it'
'Is she not due this month?'
'Next, just before Valentine'
 'So she can be fly and sexy... With who Again?'
'I tire ooo'
'Idibia has a live in girlfriend'
'Ajoke, the babe said for the past seven year'
'That's why he is free to misbehave'
'Ade, imagine... Seven years'
'I cannot do it, six months tops and I am tired'
'Different strokes for different folks'
'Do you think she is with a doctor right now?'
'Who, Opeyemi?'
'Yes, what if she refuses medical care'
'Then she loses custody'
'I don't think she knows what is good for her'
'That's why Daniel has to help'

   My phone vibrates and I look at it, it's urgent.
'I need to get to work'
'Ade ki lon see le?'
  I grab a towel and race to the bathroom...

    Friends... Here we go again...









**"ADE'S JOURNAL" Season 2 Episode 96**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 96, COPYRIGHT 2018*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2018**
QuickEdit
Busola Elegbede
0 Comments
Share This Post :

You Might Also Like

Follow @Busola Elegbede