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Wednesday, 24 October 2018

Time Burns Swiftly


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 71

     How disappointing it is to see the same old thing over and over again, to want to change and then watch it all dissipate like smoke. Slow moving smoke forming beautiful white spirals, climbing up to an invisible sky and then vanishing into nothing. It will be so easy to just stop and do nothing, say nothing, be nothing. To just never take any step and just let it all happen, after all life takes the twists and turns it wants to whether I try to change or not. Life ignores my efforts and jolts me in different directions and chooses to reward me only when it wants to. I want to survive this reckoning, this time of great trials and tribulations. I want to rise up and hold up my spear and dagger, a hybrid of bronze, wrought iron and steel. In there is titanium, protecting and shielding me and by my side a hand made holster with my dagger in it. The shadowy creatures launching at me feign friendship, feign being me and it shocks me. Actually I feel the electrical current touch the surface of my skin and dig down into the core of my bone marrow and I feel the pain in the middle of the top of my forehead. I want to pass out and not feel a thing but my body holds on and the pain lingers on. I see myself stretch out and catch me as I begin to fall and as I stop my impending fall. The floor below caves in, revealing an awkward sink hole. And as I hold on and hug me, I breath easy and look at the abyss below. My standing self has a solid floor beneath her and walks backwards carrying me away from the sink hole I am suspended over. We both crash into the firm ground away from the sinkhole and become one and then I look around me and try to figure out where I am…

        The floor is cold and I feel the impact of landing on my behind now, it’s from falling off the bed in my sleep. I have not done that since I was a child and I am still in shock.
Today, there is a lot to do. I have two major weddings to prepare for and pay for, the lace are all a shade of green and gold and lilac and I plan to make them before December. So I have five weeks, I still have twelve outfits to make before the holidays come into full play. I need to plan it all and attend four parties in between and I have four jewelry sets for the twelve parties I must prepare for. Last night, I finished illustrating all the designs. And I need materials and accessories all with me by this Saturday, I love to get busy with my fashion projects. My time management skills must be to the letter for me to succeed and yes, I will get more fashion designers on the projects but at least half of it must be made by me. I smile and stand up and smell smoke, something is burning. I rush to the socket powering the air conditioning unit and see it go up in flames. I switch it off and get burned and race to my electricity meter and switch it off. This puts a damper on things, thank God I woke up when I did, I call the electrician and he says he will be here in an hour. That means at least four hours, I call my P.A. and tell her what happened. She panics and says she is coming around to see me, I stop her and remind her that we have guests coming in today. Daniel’s lawyers and mine are finalizing it all, I have not seen Daniel in a while and we have not talked. I kind of miss him but right now the smell of melted plastic makes me feel nauseated.
I get a screw driver and unscrew the unaffected part of the socket, I wanted to know if it was still burning. It has stopped and I go to the windows and open it wide.
A knock on my door makes me walk to it and low and behold Ajoke is at my door. I hug her as if we have not seen all week, she has two bundles of lace and satin and appliques.
‘What is going on?’
‘Ade the morning is not good ooo, my tailor messed up my other lace. He gave his apprentice and it’s ruined'
 Ajoke was almost in tears and collapsed on my couch with the clothes crashing on her.
‘The bust is too small, the darts don’t align. I swear it look like an experiment…’
‘Is it here?’
‘…In my car'
‘I can fix it’
‘How?’
 I saw a tear drop from her eyes and I sit beside her and side hug her.
Its for Bala's brother’s wedding, the one that lives in Dubai. How am I supposed to get this custom made fabric from?'
‘Ajoke calm down, whose is this?’, I ask.
‘Yours, I know you have a lot of fabrics to construct and all be spoke'
‘I have experienced help, experienced fashion designers…’
‘Those three hundred thousand naira type..’
Deconstructing, reconstructing and reinventing damaged custom made fabric?’
‘My tailors try'
‘I need to see how hard they tried…. Ajoke you will buy bespoke fabric, shoes and accessories, spend on bespoke tailors'
‘When I have you'
‘Ajoke, I pay my rent but if you never pay me then I won’t be able to pay for next year’s rent'
‘Then let’s do trade by….’
‘ No motivation there’
‘So I’ve never paid, are you serious'
‘For the show, it was part of the contract. Your investment paid..’
‘See, trade by ba…’
‘No, it not. I put in the contract two bespoke outfits per week and your investment paid for the duration..’
‘Bala signed those contracts'
‘So are you saying I should pay you three hundred thousand?’
‘Are you saying you won’t? You own trawlers'
‘Bala does and I alone pay for my clothes, not my jewelry. Bala says I’m too cheap when it comes to buying things'
‘I wonder why'
 Ajoke hits me and I winced.
‘Ade let me pay to keep my dignity intact but…’
‘You can’t pay three thousand five hundred naira for a fabric worth five hundred thousand naira'
‘I know and I don’t pay three five, I now pay twenty five’
‘How is that going?’
‘I know for adjustments it’s more expensive and because the fabric is expensive'
 Ajoke was nervous about naming a figure and I was enjoying it so much that I started feeling guilty.
‘Wait, this is mine'
‘I was going to mention it, but Bala paid for it. So you don’t have to pay but at least I can get a discount'
‘What is your idea of a discount?’
 Ajoke whispered in my ear and I tried not to scream, I wonder why I didn’t start charging my friends sooner.
‘Don’t pretend, I can see you are smiling'
 Ajoke brings out her phone and credits my account and I smile and hug the phone.
‘I paid in full because you have two data’s
 Ajoke's words made my smile disappear and I stare at the fabric and then pick up the fabric. I will have to start on this as soon as possible.
‘What’s that smell?’
‘My ac almost caught fire'
‘My goodness, are you okay?’
‘I am, let me go and shower. Today is going to be a long day'
‘My clients are happy, I have three meetings from four. So I can help'
‘Good, I will need food. My fridge is empty'
‘Ade we have not had lobsters in a long time'
‘My dear, you are God sent. Please double ration for me'
‘So is he here?’
‘Who?’
‘Daniel?’
‘We have not seen in a long time, why?’
 Ajoke unwrapped the clear bag around the lace fabric revealing yesterday’s magazine and in front of it is Nnoye and Daniel. I stare at it and at the two babies in the picture and they all look happy.
‘Lovely family', I say and walk to the bathroom.

 Here we go again….
















**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 71**
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