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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, 29 September 2018

Ride The Heat Wave


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 64

    Don’t we all want the end result to change, I know i do. Maybe I don’t do enough or I wallow too much in the reasons why. Do you blame me? It’s such an addictive habit, to lay on my back and stare at the ceiling until my focus dwindles and then I reach out and jolt upwards. Did twenty minutes just run by me, like in my mind it was just a minute. Should I Try; silly question you may think but if you are sincere... You will know that I am definitely in despair and I know that I will fight and Ride The Heat Wave. Especially now that I know what is going on right now. It is exactly like, how food replenishes the body. I realize now that I need to energize my mind. Feed it with uplifting realistic messages, tested and trusted by people before me. But not just anyone, someone I look up to. So my curious mind is at work right now. Find a mentor, that someone who has achieved my dream or extremely high up or close to it. Depending on many things of course. My dreams are in three tiers and for now, my formula is off. As one suffers, the other grows and then I simultaneously have to abandon the third dream. Can I truly find a way to put in place pillars that will make all aspects of my life balanced and to my satisfaction?
No hope isn’t lost, I refuse to accept that. I just need to increase my opportunities, I just need to figure out how. See how I always start my journal with thoughts about my crazy mixed up life or a weird dream or even my abstract definition of my life. Well, let’s get back to now…..

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Monday, 24 September 2018

A Breath of Fresh Air


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 63

  It’s a cascade of sounds of instruments competing to be heard over the other and layers of uneven voices trying to out shout the other. Isn’t Sunday just a morning of mayhem. The demons are plenty in the air because every kind of religious fanatic is binding and casting them out repeatedly and into this early afternoon. I sometimes wonder how I will sound over the microphone, talking. I would never shout instead I will speak with authority and lead my flock onto the right path. I will not brainwashing them to compete with their neighbors. I will encourage everyone to be their own person and allow people choose their own fate, I must sound very naïve. Shaa, this is right now and people are just who they are.

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Wednesday, 19 September 2018

An Ocean Of Smoking Dreams


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 62

  Tossed into an ocean of smoking dreams, I wait. Forced into a whirlwind of maybe, I see. Not with biased blurry vision by the truth. I have soaked and absorbed all I can and I am now what I promised I will not be. That person unsure of why I missed all I did, all the opportunities that can and should have made my life easier. The endless supply of mentis all dispatched and long gone. Now I push and try to stretch all my deadlines and pause in between to ask again, where did I go wrong. As I watch her tired defeated eyes dart about the room and then rest on me. The education she had now a painting on the wall. The extra skills she learned, all now fallow in her battle for survival. As the jaws of depression expand and engulf her, I look around and see that it is not my friend that I look at with pity. But my exhausted self, disappearing into the jaws of regret.
                                                                   
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Sunday, 16 September 2018

TALK MY DEAR I AM ALL ARMS


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 61

I wil laugh at your jokes and not think of words even though they make me croak. I will watch as you grow and frown at your pokes, regardless of all the pains they inflict as I try hard to feign been tough. I will wash away the tears, streaming down all these years and increase the volume of all the cheers. This man I watch as I try to hush all my emotions. Harmless they may seem but taunting all that I guard as your persistence breaks down all my protective barriers. Giving me hope of a life free from the jaws of boredom, to one worthy of the scandalous reality show I've dreamed of living. Last year, this year or was it, yesterday Today or tomorrow. I've cared too much about how the world would judge me and missed too much of life's amazing gifts, wrapped up as scandalous by people who don't remember my name.
Now I can't help but feel like I'll scream when I can't, but die when I don't. And wake up while I sleep and cry when I laugh, two seconds into realizing what you said a minute ago.
What an array of contradiction, my creative mind conjures. Should I just Laugh out loud and wait until you notice. Or spend endless tired nights, praying I will not die a novice.
I'll shout so you hear and hold you near for now. Until I stop and Say.... Talk My Dear I Am All Arms.

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Thursday, 13 September 2018

Zero Does Not Mean The End


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 60

  It's extremely quiet this morning and as usual, I wake up to the sound of that annoying cock crowing endlessly. It's guttural cry to impress some silly hen in one corner waiting and watching. And who are the casualties in this kingdom called sleep? We helpless humans that noise and cries disturb and can't return to. At least not until the next day. This cock has been my official alarm clock, since I decided to stay at my parents house. It's been annoying three days of waking up a lazy maid. She sleeps until seven and some more from nine in the morning until one in the afternoon. That is unbelievable but true, is it work ethics have dwindled drastically. The interesting part is she keeps counting the days to her return home. I could not help but tell her to add the thirteen hours she sleeps daily. And what did she do? She laughed it up and continues to count the days. Maybe my parents are old, but it's a lot of nonsense they keep up with. I had to remind her that she is a quarter my dad's age and he is retired. It's too early for her to be so laid back in life. Did she listen? Yes, by adding another hour to her sleep routine. Well, like they say. Everything is a trap and every routine sealed by twenty eight days. My parents have the luxury to catch up and talk and socialize after more than eighty years of working. Well in her line of work, it seems the maid gets away with all that sleep because my parents are private people. I just happened to work in the living room and witness the maids sleeping habits. It only makes me reevaluate my own life and decide to do so much more with my time and life. And since today is the day I go back home, it starts now.

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Saturday, 8 September 2018

Plucked And Ripe It's Time


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 59
                                                                           
    Surfacing like a drunken tea bag saturated in too much of everything, I know I am pregnant and full and ready to pop. Drowning in words and longing for action or some special way back to the past, to a time of my innocence. To the time where I was swimming in a sea filled with opportunity and interacted with people without judging others. I know I am a little crazy and hang on too much to my childhood, but can you blame me? Left right and center, they came and gave and offered. And like the naive child I was, I assumed the opportunities will forever be there waiting. So I said no, burnt bridges and continued to swim. My arrogance didn't let me see that a thousand opportunities has dwindled to ten and by the time I did, I desperately clung to it. To make matters worse, I ran to my burnt bridges and act like we are still friends. My attitude made things worse and made repel every little chance I had.
I cut off the little sanity I had and let superficial friends take over, the clothes the shoes the hair styles made me connect to the only real part of me that brought me joy. Music and Films, I watched intensely and believed deeply. And then, realized I was deeply and truly alone. So I turned to logic and algorithms, who will most likely give me safe fun. That my dear was fun and made my university life bearable. Until I find out that I was alone and just an experience for them. So I just turned off and dissect my life. All to find out who is honest and real and who isn't?
The answer was crying clear family of course, so I rebuild bridges there and this in turn helps me learn to rebuild bridges with other people.

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Wednesday, 5 September 2018

The Liars Come Out Quickly


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 58

 Swift predators sweep down and scatter all the battalion of sea folks heading my way and then I duck. This made me swallow spiky and sandy particles, instead of spitting it out. I crush them into a pulp and then watch the eagle eyes turn to watch me as I gulp. My lungs slow to a minimum, mimicking death and my soul fights to hang on to my fragile frightened casing. We stare at one another as if ready to spring forth and break out into a heavy bata dance of warriors in this merciless sun. The waves race and slam into me and I hold on to the solid sea rock bed with trembling claws. And rather than our shadows clashing and fighting, I twist and try to go away. There was no time to escape and none to even blink as in all of this happens in a millisecond, I was frightened and swallowed the sand pulp in my mouth. My instincts kicked in and like a hardened prey, I turn and face my predator. This prey is not going down easily, so I fight awkward haphazard and brandish my razor teeth. Unfortunately, I struggled to deflect the razor talons of my predator. It sinks in and grabs me and flies high and I struggle and try to bite my captor and free myself from captivity. I wiggle and it sinks it’s beak into my back and then, I jab upwards at it with my back shifting all my weight at it.
It started to choke on the bits of me inside and It’s aching jaw almost got unhinged, so in a desperate attempt to survive it throws up enough liquid to thrust it out of my choke hold. Never have I ever been proud to be this large and as I float and sway, the school return to cheer me for rescuing the others. My one fight to survive, has saved others drowning in the predators slime. We dance briefly, celebrating our victory as another predator approached us all…
The Liars Come Out Quickly, along with our memories of many experiences I would like to forget. I admit that I can hardly ever sleep easy, when memories fully hunt my mind. A cruel joke you might call it or call me silly, even though it’s hard to understand my battles. As I desperately try to create a d make this memory about me succeeding.


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