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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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Saturday, 24 February 2018

Rattle Up Her Sleeves


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 4

    Rattle Up Her Sleeves, The layers come off easily. All of my mind laughed quickly, at the lame excuses they gave. I have sincerely heard it all from this unique nation called my own. And I can't help but Smile at the tales they spin at the now awakened masses. 

  Which stupid snake stole thirty six million naira and how did the monkey steal an additional seventy million naira?

Really we should call our home video, 'snake after the monkeys shadow'. The tale of the missing millions. It's a sad tale abi t greed and the milking of the belief in juju. All clashing into an epic tale of a broken political system, with the masses bearing the brunt of their unlawful activities.
Ugly is the way your lips part and spread into a plethora of lies, soaked in stupidity and arrogance caught by a frustrated nation. No longer will they get away with their horrible lack of human compassion. The people are now wide awake....
 Tossed into an ocean of smoking dreams, I chase after two buses on an ancient bridge.  Knowing how hot the tarmac is, Yet I delve in hard to running quickly towards what I deem to be free.                           
Surfacing like a drunken tea bag with a thick sludge of coal tar. Drowning in words Longing for action, my Sweet Tea Sweet Pea sweetheart. Swim my dear, its just arms spreading the wind and buoyant. Shout its just whispers to me, Frown its only a temporary upside down smile. At least ten me, Fly you only just jumped high. Do not stop Swimming its just arms spreading the wind. And as I try to catch up to my Beautiful partner, I hear him whisper the words that linger.
'Cry its just tears of joy, Laugh its music to my soul. Sleep easy, your prayers will be heard. Stay firm and and peace at last will be yours'

   I flick open my eyes, not sure what was going on.
    I was sniffing and crying because my body vibrated and I breathe like someone who had. The memory of crying still fresh as thick balls of tears streamed down my face. I was not alone and I watched Ajoke stare at me.
'You didn't show up at work, so I checked up on you'
 I stand up and wobble a bit and then sit up at the edge of my single bed. That made more tears stream down my face.
'Ade what is it?'
'I haven't slept in a single bed, since secondary school. My bed was always massive and custom made. First for me and my three other siblings and as they grew. If became me and my sisters bed. And because she got married before me, the oak wood bed became mine'
 Ajoke sits on the bed beside me and does not interrupt me.
'... I got that size of bed for my self always and Henrik was shocked that I alone slept in such a massive bed. He promised not to let me sleep alone on it ever again and he is not here'
 Ajoke was rocking me now and telling me to calm down. But what could she do?
'We are going out...'
 She announced and pried open my closet, her words surprised me.
'Where?', I asked between tears.
'To get you, your custom made bed'
'Why?'
'Because, it upset you enough to voice it out. Get up, shower and let's go'
 I stare at her and then shake my head.
'Don't let me have to bath you'
 I did not want that, so I jumped up and grabbed a towel. I could feel Henrik smiling at me and signalling that I could shower quick enough for Ajoke not to change her mind.
 I was smiling at the thought of getting a part of me back and cried that I would never get to see Henrik Again.
 As I dressed up, I got out my phone and got to Facebook. The accident had destroyed my phone and all the media files in it. But I had uploaded private media recordings that had privacy attached to it. I alone could view them and as I did, I watched Henrik again and again. Short videos that put smiles on my face.
 Ajoke and I hug as I head to the car and smiled, it was refreshing to see him again.

 The shopping was fantastic and as Ajoke and I watch them struggle to get my massive bed into my room, we stand in awe at it all.

My phone rings and I stare at the name and ignore it. Again it does and another familiar name pops up. When the couple realized I would not answer their call, they called Ajoke. And as her eyes widened, I knew it.
 Here we go again with Daniel and Nnoye....









**"ADE'S JOURNAL" Season 3 Episode 4**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 4, COPYRIGHT 2018*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2018**
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