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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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Saturday, 28 July 2018

Zebra Stripes Washed Off The Donkey


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 47

   I galloped and neighed as the  crowd tapped on their devices. My voice startled them and a child asked why I sound like a donkey. Nonsense, I protest. My task is not to carry your burden across your dessert, it's to be brushed and groomed and treated as endangered. Who said I was not endangered? After all, I once used to roam free and now, I don't. The heat stroke makes the paint drip and as it trickles down my bloated belly, I scratched and smudge it against the walls of my zoo. The child squealed and points, shouting that my skin was melting. The terrified father tried to calm his confused child as he stays oblivious on the phone with his boss. Too engrossed to notice but still caring enough to pick up his child and carry him far away from the scary zebra. I did not stop, I recognized the sound of that beast of burden. That annoying animal that should have helped my family. Instead it stubbornly refused to move and it's neigh kept me terrified of been kicked by the rabid donkey. This was no zebra and the zoo's attempt to pass it off as one failed woefully. It's long ears and short stumpy limbs, quelled all assumptions.
 I became the lady photographing the donkey as The Zebra Stripes Washed Off The Donkey. And then I wake up....

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Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Golden Tips My Fingers Give


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 46


    Mellow is the way I wish to say hello this dark Wednesday morning, shallow is the manner by which your witch cast a spell on me. Overconfident is the wizard that says I will swallow my pride, and say yes. Hello is the kiss goodbye as the sun turns from ash to yellow. The dark skies part, reveal who you are, this temporary annoying you. The land you seek to conquer and brag about, I see through it all. The monster you created in you, no more lurking or hiding behind a mask. But high up on the highest plateau, growling for all to hear. As I watch the ripples of your deceit flow from the ripples of your tears, my reflection is near..  


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Saturday, 21 July 2018

Fiction Beat My Reality


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 45

     Let me float away with you, this cloudy Saturday morning. Fly away without guilt and the pressure of being good. Let us stare at each other and not hear the world scream, just as the cold clusters of high humidity drags the weather down by two degrees. So does your deep bold brown eyes sink me further into the well made bed beneath us. I do not care for consequences or reason, I just want you staring into my cold deep brown chocolate eyes. I miss the embrace and the cuddling, the real emotions of a genuine touch that keeps me connected with you. Not today though, that is absent. All I feel right now is the absence, the emptiness. That missing link that scares me and takes me far away from the present, from right now. I forget where I am and stare at nothing and hear him whisper and ask if I am alright. I nod my head like I did in my early twenties, nervous that I am about to sin. Instead of fear the excitement I feel is different, what I am for sure missing is the guilt. It's actually liberating to feel this way and as our lips lock, I kiss him back. And know exactly what I am doing and blame no one, not even me.
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Wednesday, 18 July 2018

Total Eclipse Mode


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 44

   The moon is massive and closer now and as I stare at it, I tuck myself into his warm embrace. I should not be here and I know the consequences of my actions but I need this. His hands find my tummy and I shut my eyes. The fingers dig underneath the large jeans button holding what I thought would secure me from this moment. And as the button gets undone, my heart skips and I stop him. I can't be this person that lets her emotions betray her trust. I push and pry myself upwards from the bed and he skillfully spins me underneath him and I avoid his gaze. My body is betraying me but my head is reminding me. That this will not end well at all at all and as he inches closer and kisses me, I stop him and then he goes for my ears and I know I'm in trouble....
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Saturday, 14 July 2018

Odd And Even


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 43

   Odd and Even are my chances, as I struggle to change my situation. Cold is the air I breathe in, as I try to warm my feet with wool socks clinging flimsy onto my skinny freezing feet. The tips of my toes cringe and coil as I feel a layer of cold clouds, cluster and blow cooler air on the lonely pair. The rest of me is curvy and a little warm and I just stare and try to re-strategize my next move in my crazy lonesome life.
 I have raised funds, written the business plans executed and failed so many times at it, that right now I can tell when it's all falling apart. It's time again to press reset and as I do, I stare at all my plans and prick and pick at what works and try to improve on what doesn't. My circle of influence has changed and I have this need to delete all the irrelevant phone numbers on my phone. And everytime I am about to, I pause and change my mind. Why? I have no clue, but today it all changes. I need to be as sincere as I can be, this is the day it all changes. Not maybe tomorrow or next but this very day...
 
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Tuesday, 10 July 2018

The Rug Literarily Moved


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 42

         The rains stopped as quickly as they began and I watched my brother tell me it was gone. All my savings from all the humiliation I have endured has disappeared. My gullible naive brother invested with Stan, our dubious neighbor. I want to scream and tell my idiotic brother how stupid he is, but I too feel stupid.
 I've had a baby for a narcissistic man that won't let me see my child, unless Ade touches his stone cold heart. Ade, my best friend won't ever completely trust me because the man was always hers. 
   All that pales in comparison now, the worst has happened. My upfront for my show, my savings everything is gone. I want to break the bottle and go next door and kill him. 
   Instead, I March there and kick open the door, his useless mother with her faux smile greets me. 
Who greets a neighbor who just broke into your house? 
   My plan was to scream and cry and kill but then I see it. The couture rug I bought in Paris with my friends, the first official trip that solidified our friendship was underneath their old decaying center table. The woman looked at it, in horror. As if realizing, for the first time that I knew it was mine. I clapped my hands like a typical west African woman and insist they roll it up and move it. I did not stop there, I state it's price and value and how much it cost to ship it into the country. The son and mother awkardly and move with urgency towards my house and I let them in. They set it back on the floor of the house my mother stays that still has my name on it. And as they do, i reign abuses at them. 
  They promise to return the money they tricked my brother into investing and I spot, the six layer pearls she has on. Even Ade didn't have jewelry this expensive, maybe all her pearls put together would make this one piece. And I mean the pearls Ade bought herself and gifts to herself and from her suitors. 
   I definetely would not sell it, I will wear it for the premier of my show.
 I lock my door and stretched out my hands and the mother of this crook has the ordercity to shake her head. I bring out my phone and my brother stands behind her. Only then, does she reluctantly remove it and then I point at the brothers Rolex. Trust me, I sharp like that. The dubious son did not argue, instead he promised to bring the casing and certificates if I wave it off what he owes. It's better than nothing, I say and then I unlock the door, I will sell the limited edition to my brother's friend cash down and only in dollars. The cash should cushion my spending until I find another generous mugu toaster.
 This writing of a journal thing, is hard. And I just wonder if Ade ever worries that someday, someone else will read her private thoughts. Because, I do not want these my friends to know how hard it is to keep up with their rich spoilt lifestyles. Lord have mercy.....
 
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Saturday, 7 July 2018

Dazed Bobo Looks On


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 41

   It's moist and irritating because you know exactly what the over-bloated deep green fly with sharp red compound eye is doing, it is throwing up and feeding. The first thing I do is clean off the disgusting spot off my skin, then I take wipes to anticeptically remove the filth from me. But the wipes are dry and don't have the same effects as I expect. I don't like insects and all the information about the eggs of micro insects they feeding and hatch everytime you kill any drives me nuts.
So how do I win in this war against pests? Simple, I arm myself with their lifecycles ad ad what they avoid, what kills them and what makes them strive. And then I act from a position of knowledge and try to exterminate or truncate their existence. Do I succeed? Maybe or maybe not, what matters is that I tried. Na die you dey.
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Wednesday, 4 July 2018

Sparkle My Dear Sparkle


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 40

 
   Spiral winds lift and drop me this unusual warm morning, sending frothy whirlwinds all around my  edgy corners as I hold on to my silk thread that takes me where I will moult. Graze against time, I eat like I'm been rewarded with extra life lines that bring with it laughter. Frozen on this pawpaw leaf, I crust and form a crystal that sucks on its SAP and harden as I grow. Until my crusts crack and reveal my changed form, no longer will I crawl. For now, I stretch and activate blood into my dead veins. And as my spotted wings come alive, I bat them and sprout out in all my glory and fly...
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