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Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Hopelessly In Love With Greener Pastures


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 34

     A lazy Wednesday starts with feeling like I just slept for an hour that is obviously not enough, at all at all. In fact, I need to catch at least two more hours of sleep and as I tuck my cold feet beneath my Ankara cover cloth. The weather intensifies into a horrid humid mess with the sun is absent, the clash and cluster of a confusing rainy season weather amplifies my laid back feeling. But much as I tried, sleep just eludes me. I know I was stuck in traffic yesterday and had spread myself thin enough and that after work, I paid four family members courtesy visits all in one day. And no where else but in traffic laden, overpopulated and choked streets with countless renovations going on. I mean, I watched the beautiful park built by former governor Fashola squashed and turned into a bus park by the current administration.
Too much to do and too little time, such is life. The buzz about June 12 made me a little afraid there would be protesters, political rallies and movement. If you don't know what I am talking about, I am talking about the first time Nigeria was going to become a democratically run country. All crushed by death and many protests and delays. We are here now and history has reared up its head like a king cobra and risen up to remind us youths of the fight and struggle Nigerians endured to get here.
My yesterday was filled with watching the local stations walk us through the 1993 journey, wounds and struggles. With our current president apologizing to MAKO Abiola's family, I am in awe and shocked at the same time. And my mentor Professor Wole Soyinka was taken aback by the gesture. It really is a new dawn and I just hope we could all collectively hold our government accountable And Make our systems run successfully. I mean, this no power supply situation is breaking my bank.
  I feel something land on my ear and wave my Ankara to chase the insect away, I think I am sleeping off. Then I hear it, that annoying whiny sound the male mosquitoes make to attract a male. They want to feast and procreate over my blood, no freaking way. I jump up and attempt to slap them both in my flat palm and fail. I just get an insecticide and spray the room, in all my rage and step out.
Goodness gracious, can't I just not hear or see that buzzing annoying blood sucker.
I seriously miss traveling, I don't miss mosquitoes or all the noise and stress of generator sets and fumes from traffic.
I am obviously, Hopelessly In Lo e With Greener Pastures....

  A deadline can motivate or paralyze you and right now, I'm swinging between both moods. As I stare at the little work I need to do to achieve and complete my task, I sigh out loud.
This weather just makes me want to curl up and sleep. Lord knows I am tired, I ordered shoes on Instagram, same size and I got two different sizes. I don't even want to think about how or why they mixed it up. Maybe on purpose or just by mistake, I do not care, all I know is this is added stress I don't need.
Tomorrow's outfit for my friends engagement party has been cut and is ready to be ironed and stitched together. Yet my tummy aches and is distracting me from completing my goal.
   Today is strangely quiet and I need some noise and love from my most interesting friend, not Nnoye. I don't need her scandalous ways right now, I need Ajoke's free and sexy way. And I swear die, if I have involved Ajoke I am sure my order will not have been mixed up. I call her and get the phone engaged sound and grumble. Obviously busy making and having fun without me, I say and toss my phone on the bed behind me.
My phone rings and I dive and grab it and stare at the number. It's Ajoke a d she lit up my day like a cool morning sun.
'You are grooving alone abi'
'Ade, is that how today good morning'
'Good morning Ajoke'
'Good morning Ade'
'i haven't finished the outfit'
'You sent me a picture of the gold and green laced dress'
'That is for the wedding on Saturday, the engagement is tomorrow'
'I am at your door, stop stressing and come and open the door'
 I race to it, open it and stare at Nnoye and Ajoke and crash to the floor laughing.
'Yep, I am here and I was the one that told Ajoke to come here'
 She was pouting her lips and had her hands at akimbo.
'Of course you can come in, but no man talk. I don't need to hear about men, sho gbo'
 Nnoye zipped her lips and I hug her.
'Are you coming too?'
'Yes Ade, I have an invite to both the engagement and the wedding'
'Good, come and see my outfit, at least before I piece it all together'
'So you have seen Nnoye and now I don't matter, abi'
  I go back to my door and hug and drag Ajoke into the house.
'You smell nice'
'And you have not showered'
'After I make the outfit, I will'
 In my workshop, they uuhhh and aaahh over the blue lace and organza cut patterns.
'Sew this thing now, so we can at least go out for lobsters'
'Alright'
  So now i have no choice but to finish before lunch time and I do love an audience.

  It's lunchtime and I am done and ready, showered and dressed and ready to slay this town.
'Ade hurry up', Nnoye shouts over my locked door.
'When you are not a hermaphrodite, why do you lock your door?', Ajoke grumbled.
'Because I don't want eyes staring at my naked body but mine'
   I grab a bag and prepare to leave when my phone rings.
I stare at it and sigh as I try to decide if this is a good time to pick up his call.
'Ade hi'
'Daniel'
'You didn't pick my call'
'I did not want to'
'Can I come over?'
'No, I'm out with the ladies'
'And tonight?'
 His words made my belly do a flip, this is temptation and I will not yield.
'Sleep over at Ajoke's'
'Don't you want us to talk?'
'Will it help?'
'You are in my head'
'I need to go'
'Wait'
 I pause and listen to him breathe and shut my eyes.
'How are you doing?'
'Better now, I beat my deadline'
'For what?'
'An engagement party tomorrow'
'Can I come?'
'Ladies only'
'Why?'
'I do not want to deal with emotional drama'
'You will, as long as Nnoye is there'
I chuckled.
'Lets do lunch then'
'Saturday?'
'Wednesday'
'Thats a whole week'
'Saturday is the wedding and we won't leave her house until first thing on Monday morning'
'Wednesday then, but pick my calls when I call'
'When I feel like', I correct him.
'You were always someone with her own mind'
'And you are too used to getting your way'
'Ade I...'
'Later Daniel', I cut the phone and unlock my door.
'You two know you are sleeping over'
  Nnoye shrieks for joy and I blow Ajoke multiple kisses.

   So this our lunch eh, we have a lot to tackle and Celine need us to call her, something must have happened. I wonder what?









**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 34**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 34, COPYRIGHT 2018*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2018**
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