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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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Friday 26 February 2016

Just Watch Me Slay, Enemies In My Way


   Funny how something this light and powdery, can become a formidable force. A simple solution complicates and changes everything. As it encircles my two feet and mixes with water, it becomes molten cement. A slush of thick puddle that weighs me down. Heavy and clamped down, how I got here, plays and replays on my mind. I'm angry, sad, struggling to come to terms with this situation and that's exactly how I feel, because I can't move.
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Thursday 25 February 2016

Zebra’s Life by Busola Elegbede

   Squinting angrily, I shielded my eyes from the blinding lights that fell from the flats looking down my window. Zebra’s cries intensified and resounded in the early hours of the hot morning like the sound of a traumatized opera musician. Lifting my tired head off my pillow I received a knock on my nose. Jesus! Obinna, do you want to kill me; I screamed angrily at my husband of only two weeks. He adjusted his pillow and continued to sleep, like an overgrown grizzly bear unaware he had hurt and upset me. Serves me right, I married a giant the kind that has no worries. I could not understand how an intelligent enlightened girl like me got to this point.

     Squeaking annoying sounds escaped from the window; I didn’t need to look up because I knew why. The burglary proof swayed instead of protecting us and securing the window, that’s another reason I’m upset. Obinna had paid for the flat without making sure everything was intact.

 Exhaling, I flicked back my freshly straightened shoulder length hair and placed my flat palm firmly on my no longer smooth oval face. Fighting back wicked tears, I threw back my head and sniffed at the same time. It can only last for a while, yes, only for a while.

     Zebra’s black and white stripes caught my attention; she landed on my window pane and stared at me with through those familiar evil green eyes that bored into my angelic brown eyes. She was speaking to me and I knew why.

      Last night, Zebra had given birth to eight kittens and had laboured hard to acquire them.  I had also laboured hard to raise half of the rent money eighty thousand and was traumatized when Obinna and I moved in yesterday.

     Angry barks erupted from the landlords’ dog; Tiger recognized Zebra’s scent and crashed angrily onto his metal cage. The heartless dog had fed on all eight kittens the night before; like sisters in a cruel world, we had both lost it all. Zebra growled at Tiger; venting at the mastiff that stole her life. Much like I do at Obinna with, no effect. Her life was a sign of hope to me and….THUD! 

Metal crashed hard onto the concrete, startled me and prompted Obinna to jump out of bed. Armed robbers, I thought and protested with fear in my voice. 

I didn’t want to live here, you insisted…  Obinna silenced me by placing his large hands over my mouth. From a crouching position in the corner of my room, I watched in horror as a skinny man in white, lifted up a rusty rake.  Zebra struggled hard and screamed, trying to get the metal teeth out from her neck.  Obinna hissed and stood up; it’s Mark, the guard. My eyes danced strangely from the metal teeth to the blood dripping down Zebra’s white and black coat. Zebra struggled hard for her life and sadness engulfed me as I began to shiver.
Why would he do such; I blotted out through trembling lips. My eyes flooded quickly with tears prompting Obinna to turn and stare at me, SUYA, why else?
Suya is grilled cow or ram meat coated with blended groundnuts, bell peppers and spices, not cat meat. What kind of animal eats cats?

Poor Zebra; I lamented and stretched my legs to free the blood flow and raced to the entrance.

You can’t stop a man from eating what he wants, Omolara please this is our first night here.

     Obinna tried to stop me and failed. I marched straight up to the landlords flat and banged repeatedly at his door; I watched him stare out of his curtains at me. He unlocked his secure burglary proof and stared at me. 

 You need to fix the burglary proof; I told him firmly and folded my hands across my small full breasts. 

 Eh hehn, is that all? The landlord asked, he sounded a little disappointed

 I won’t live in fear and I insist you call the welder now, now, now.  

The landlord laughed and Obinna took a step forward.

 Ah, okay o, the landlord gasped and looked around him; he searched and found what he was looking for in his hand and signalled to Obinna as he dialled his phone.

The landlord claimed to my dismay that the welder was not available and that infuriated me.

If you don’t call him now then Zebra fate would befall Tiger. 

This further confused the landlord who opened his mouth to protest and then froze. He was in total shock and left his mouth wide open.

Prompting Obinna and I to turn and see what he was looking at.        

      Mark swayed awkwardly with a satisfied grin on his face; he had Zebra’s head in one hand and her body in the other. 

     The landlord shivered and stepped back as my eyes followed the trail of blood Mark had left.

Iru wahala wo le leyi? He protested and dialled his phone and paced up and down his balcony. 

You have to come, now; he insisted and nodded his head. I had a feeling my stay here would be a little bit better from now on 

      It was a busy noisy day, the sound of the hammer didn't disturb me nor did the lights of the welding-machine hurt my eyes. Obinna watched me strangely, hugged me and then let his head touch the tip of my head; a gesture he had long abandoned.

I like the new you, he told me as he squeezed and hugged me gently. I reciprocated and laughed, it felt alien to me but good. Tiger barked angrily at everyone but none paid any attention to the over grown cannibal.  After all, he would eat his last supper tonight; I laughed out and squeezed my darling. Zebra my little kitten in cats heaven, you will not die in vain.

 I wonder what Marks fate would be? I couldn’t think of any right now but I knew it would come to mind.

      Later that day, Obinna tugged firmly at the secure burglary proof now shielding the window into our bedroom and smiled at me. I laughed, and followed my dear husband. The landlord was lucky and Tiger was permanently now asleep.

      The night clouds had covered everywhere and my tired eyes were succumbing to sleep. Obinna opened the door and I entered our home; he locked the door and we both curled up together on our mattress. I still heard Zebra’s cries but they are only tears of joy; she’s reunited with her babies and had sacrificed her life so I could control mine.

The End or Is It?

***COPYRIGHT 2016***
***Busola Elegbede***
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Tuesday 23 February 2016

Trice, My Dear is not as Nice


      An eagle soars higher than most creatures dare to explore. A solitary bird that floats and glides free, undisturbed and undefeated. I watch this flying marvel in all its grace and smile. As it hits the ceiling it morphs into several floating baloons, bouncing haphazardly against the ceiling, filled with rogue fireworks, poking, waiting for the baloons to pop and then explode.

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Sunday 21 February 2016



I listen as you spoke
I'm tainted cause I soak
I steal air in zebra pants
And make you proud
I captain all your ships
And laugh at your jokes
And frown at your pokes
Truth be told my heart knows
Talk, I'm all arms.

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Friday 19 February 2016

Beautiful Is The Way Your Lips Part


       Beautiful is the way your lips part and spread into a smile. As you fill my hills with large portions of lies. Make me dream and ask the question, why? My heart flips when you say goodbye. Because my dear I miss you and I just want to sit here and cry.
  I know what y'all are thinking but I can't help myself. I shut the door behind me, swoon and try to steady myself. As memories flood my mind with accrobatic displays of affection and a life that felt like i was in detention. I froze stiff as a flood of desires rushed over my aching skin around my neck. Oh how we spent my last year's valentine together. I remember everything and felt his soft voice whisper in my ear and I laugh.

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Tuesday 16 February 2016

My Valentine & The Elegance Of A Clean Breakup


    Swirling around in a centrifuge and melting down to blend into my environment. I have been shaped, shamed and shocked by everyone and everything. Creaming hard at the innocent butter and smashing the sides of a translucent plastic. I was determined to make this cake, even if it was no longer for Mr. H.
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Friday 12 February 2016

My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss


Screeching into a halt, all I thought I knew was all gone. I feel like I'm a hive of simmering killer bees forced out from protection from my comfort zone, pushed to sting and defend, strike and then sting again. Unlike innocent bees, i have evolved into one mighty force ready to decimate all....

...The people I trust and have trusted. Unfortunately, Khadijatu is in my line of sight. All I want to do is bury my many stingers into her silly head and make her toss herself across the room but....

I wait, and repeat the question.
'Are you saying you slept with Frank?'
I had to ask. Because I was no longer that naive girl, believing my best friend can't betray me. Hhhmf, I know better.

Na today.

Anyone can betray anyone, even twins that shared the same room in their mothers womb. I was shaking, I might have put up a bold face but I was scared. Not that I could do anything about it, if it was true but....

I digress.

I heard her first before I realized what I was doing. My nails were digging into her arm, hurting her. So I let go and tucked my hands safely away to my chest. Rocking my body, I waited.
She sat down and massaged her forehead.
'We kissed....:
'...And'.. I didn't let her land.
'I stopped it before....'
I hissed and smacked my lips together, nonsense and ingredients.
She touched me and asked, ' you don't mind?'
I flared up and shouted at her.
'Your head no correct, how I no go mind?'
She let go because I was shouting.

'Abeg lets go jare.. See, nothing you say can shock me right now. You  slept with him, you didn't sleep with him, oho de...'.

Yes i was fed up but like they say, life goes on.
'....Me, I want to enjoy my party. Or you've changed your mind about attending?'
 She hesitated a bit then added, 'I still want to go o'
'Good, lets just go and get ready, I don't want to be late'
Khadijatu followed me like a sad little puppy, and I marched forward, in front of her like a toothless bulldog.

See life.

Look, I can cry and cause a scene but how will this day end? Hehn. Me angry, my day ruined and my boo, Mr. H asking where my best friend is. I need to just enjoy the rest of the day, free of Frank.
Khadijatu talked and tried to catch up as I approached my car.
‘I swear, Ade, it didn’t go further than a kiss', details I did not care for.
 I reassured my friend that I was fine and if she brought it up again. My voice had increased a little too loud again.

'I would go back into the ice cream palour buy a large bucket and cry all evening'.
I meant it, and she knew i was serious, Case closed. Kilode, I have tried, this very day, to keep my head up and no one and I mean no one is ending my quest.

The ride home was quiet and big surprise when I got home, there was no light. Can't this my home land just give me a break? So, my evening ritual after work commences. Khadijatu helped me pour petrol into the generator and we took turns pulling and trying to start the archaic generator. Eventually the noisy generator came to life and supplied electricity to my home. Phew, i was exhausted from expending all that energy and hot. As we entered my rented two bedroom flat, I opened my freezer, the only place with cold drinking bottled water  I grabbed a small bottle and drank. Is it just me or does water taste really delicious when you're thirsty.
Anyho', got to get going. As I showered I tried to understand my self, asked my reflection in the mirror, why I was not reacting. Nothing, no answer came to my bland mind. Maybe I was still in shock. As my friend and I both applied light make up, we tried not to bump into each other.
 Mr. H sent his driver, which was a huge relief. I was tired of driving my 'Judas iscariot friend' all around town.

 Mr. H was a perfect gentleman, waited at the gate of Muson center and ushered us in. We hugged and he gave me a peck. His moustache tickled and I giggled.
‘You are so cute when you giggle', he told me in that voice. Mmh, that voice. A friend of his showed up, I suspect Khadijatu’s date and my man switched to hausa. Mmm that diction, the way his voice swirls around languages, sexy. Mr. H whispered in my ear, what was wrong with Khadijatu and I said, ‘nothing’.

I quickly grabbed my friend and held her back.
‘Unless you enjoy your single life, better losen up'
She faked a laugh and I gave her a side eye, she stopped. Mr. H took me round and I met ambassedors and NGO patrons, people with community outreach programs that empowered youths. Don’t judge me o, before now, I didn’t know one NGO or anyone who worked with one. I did give old clothes and donate money to church but I was never involved. Now, I had at least five invitations, opportunities to become a volunteer. I was happy, this was exactly what I needed. Khadijatu was whisked away by her date, so I had alone time with Mr. H.

I smiled so much, my cheeks ached. Mr. H held my hand, his hands were soft and he looked in my eyes.
‘Are you alright?’
Shocking that he had noticed, I wanted to speak when he shook his head softly. I started to protest when he laughed.
‘Its not funny', I grumbled.
‘He will try, who will have such a passionate woman and let her go?’
‘But he is….’
‘…Desperate and in denial… Just try to relax’
‘I am, its just that Khadijatu's revelation about their kiss hurt. I thought we could tell each other everything but….’
‘….The heart wants, what it wants…’, he didn't act surprised. Experience maybe or his way of keeping me calm.

‘How did you know?’
‘You have a ‘Frank just called look', he said, folded his arms across his chest and moved back a bit.
I laughed.
‘Is it a bad thing?’
‘No, the day you look happy he called, then I’ve lost you', he leaned forward.
‘No way I’d ever go back', I held his soft dark face with the well shaped beard. My Mr. H is fiiiinnnne, he is….
 Distracted, what is he getting from under the table? He handed me a rose and I laughed and screeched.

‘Sweetheart, no one has ever given me a rose before'. I beamed and glowed as I scrutinized the massive red rose.

Well yes, its my first real rose. I mean, a real rose, I mean. I've been given a perfume bottle in the shape of a rose, that was from the first guy that proposed and he tried, he added a cheap teddy bear. Can you just imagine? I, on the other hand, had gone out of my way to Victoria Island from school risking my life and spent my months feeding money, ten times the money he spent on all his gifts to get him a cake. Did I have money? No, did he appreciate it? No. He expected more. I know I sound horrible, don’t pretend that, just a rose, or cheap gifts are enough for Valantine. Oh well, now I feel guilty. Did I mention that my former boyfriend was cheap because there was another girl he bought gifts on Valantine Day, in the same university, on the same campus. So, abeg, don't judge me.

Back to my wonderful time with Mr. H, jare. I inhaled the scent, of the real rose, it was relaxing. I had this strange need to want to taste the petals. Weird, right?
Mr. H smiled and handed me a gift pack wrapped in a bow a purple bow not pink, thank God. I opened it and almost passed out, they looked real but then I wouldn’t know. It was a pearl necklace and dropping earrings.
Correct, the man is perfect.
I could not contain my excitement, as he put it around my neck I knew I was loved. It’s the one gift I’ve dreamed of all my life and now it was real.

Judge me well, well, because I know what you are thinking.

‘I don’t need expensive gifts to be loved', I twisted my voice to sound like a child and laughed.

'Dey there, dey deceive yourself. If he isn’t spending it on you, he has spare change to spend on others’

I bit onto my fingers briefly and remembered that I just painted my nails and stopped.

‘If you like, try to spoil my date with silly talks like, he earns enough to buy ten of these. My dear, it’s the thoughts that count'
And my thoughts right now is, I want to wear expensive things. I have dated people without cash, with little and I have suffered. Not everyone wants a rich guy, but this babe does. Its my choice. I have wanted it all my life but I was afraid of how you see me. Now, I don’t give a hoot.

'If you like, we can end the night with me cooking for you', Mr. H added.

I laughed. I must really sound razz to him because no man and I repeat it, no man has ever cooked for me.
'Why?', I didn't know I asked out loud and his answer....
'Because until I make ogbono soup for you, you haven’t really enjoyed it'.

I was laughing so hard i fell forward and started looking forward to a home cooked meal.
‘Ade, you are a hopeless romantic'
‘I am not', I protested.
‘Don’t worry your secrets safe with me, I am too, or you prefer the tough guy...'
‘I am loving all of this and you my sweetheart..’
‘So, what’s your idea of a perfect Valentine?’, Mr. H surprised me with the question.

I paused for a while, I had not had many, in fact I've only had three.
‘The usual, movies, dinner and pictures... Wow, I've never seen  Mr. H in shock before, he could not believe his ears. Have I had the worse boyfriends on earth?

‘Even as a struggling young man, I was creative. Saved money long before, learned to cook to save cost, made custom clothes, wooden hand made jewelry, everything to make it memorable'
'And your Valentine?', I quickly asked.
'Many tried but….'
'Many, wow..'
'You know what I mean'
I laughed, na die I dey. He has given me a big task to accomplish, phones perfumes and clothes wont cut it.

Khadijatu and her date joined us laughing, her date was happy and couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
'We are moving this party to Bala’s house...', an old friend of theirs. Mr. H declined and held my hand, he declared he was making me ogbono soup, so I was going nowhere. Khadijatu hugged me and I hugged her, she whispered she was sorry and I told her its fine she should be herself and have fun.

In the car with Mr. H, I started to get nervous. I really care about him but I was in no mood to sleep with him. I shivered, not because I was scared but because I didn’t trust myself, alone with him. As the driver said goodbye, I watched him leave and waved goodbye. Mr. H led me into the house, got rid of his blazer and washed his hands. He started to tell me about his childhood and I almost died of laughter. All the beating his mother gave him for burning her food and the final straw was when he eat his father’s piece of meat. The last one in the ogbono soup she prepared for the family. His dad came home late after a hard day at work and opened his plate of food, his mother pointed at the culprit and for the first and last time he received the real autentic beating of his life. He learned not to take what was not his the hard way the only way.
Mr. H didn’t strike me like someone who had ever been beaten or has ever lived poor. He gisted me about his up and down relationship with poverty until he became obsessed with billionaires and their habits. He was not yet one but he was living fine.
We eat and washed the plate together, I noticed the dish washer and asked why we didn’t use it. A tad bit too soon, because I had no idea how it worked.
The electricity bill would skyrocket, he answered and we both laughed. He admitted he wanted to spend more time with me, that’s why he didn’t go all tech with me. We laughed and flirted and I suspected what was going to happen, so I lied and said my phone was ringing. And started to dash into the living room when
Mr. H stopped me and in a swift action, I was in his arms. I watched his eyes and face.

'Will you be my Scrumptious Valentine?', it was a serious question and I smiled and threw my hand around his thick neck.

I was in a dance move position like he was going to spin me around and stopped.

'Yes', I giggled and we kissed, it was light and innocent. And then started to get intense, I stopped and he stopped. He understood and we both left the wall and he smiled.
'Let me let you relax a bit and then I'll drive you home'

I was impressed, he told me because he was traditional when it came to dating. But if he was too slow to act, I could always tell him and he's speed things up. I rested in his arms and we both relaxed in his massive couch.

I was falling asleep or asleep when my phone rang. I jolted out of my couch and picked it up. Not sure if I was awake or Dreaming, I asked who it was.
I mumbled and said a lot and recognized Franks voice. Imagine he wanted to know where i was because i was not at home, stalker.

Orisirisi, all sorts.

He continued to talk and i realized i was still on the phone, communicating with him when i stopped. And then insisted he shouldn't call me again and cut the phone. Wide awake and peeved, I was still pacing up and down the room when I looked up.

Mr. H was in shock and just stared at me, I was a little confused and then realized where I was.

Mr. H dropped his glass of red wine and sat opposite me. I sat down and watched him. Not sure what to do or how much he heard.

So, you almost kissed Frank or you did, which is it?

Wait, what? When did I say that?
You didn't tell me he was in your office....
Yes but....
What else are you hiding from me?

**Season 1, Episode 5** ***COPYRIGHT 2016 'ADE'S JOURNAL' (P5)***

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A Scorpion is not a Lobster

Like a blender crushing ice cubes, i feel every contour crushed by the blades of regret and the pain of reality.
My eyes dance on the screen at the number calling me. I may not have stored it, but i recognize the number. My heart is beating so fast, I can actually feel it banging against my rib cage. 

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My Insane Week Before Valentine


      Like a beast growling, unsure of its mortal fate, i wait and prepare to rip to pieces the predator in my line of sight that has now turned prey. I simmered first and then I boiled. You can not, envision the thoughts going through my head right now. Only real human beings eh, the ones that have genuine feelings, that don't masquerade their emotions can understand how I am feeling right now.

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He Had The Guts To Come Back


    'Hey, see me, see trouble o. Can you just imagine? That I should forgive, nonsense and ingredients'.
If you don't know the story, let me update you? Jeje ooo, I was on my own, no relationship, no wahala. I was an innocent lamb waiting, Hopping childishly over an invisible puddle, with the usual worries. What would I eat and what simple basic needs do I need? Just me skipping and living happily,

I didn't even have to sing. I felt lighter by the minute and even if I had to do the same thing over and over again it didn't matter. I knew eventually, another sweet lamb would hop close and join me.
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Slithering out of been a Mistress this Year


      Slithering into the new year, angered by fresh tears. Wondering when it will all end, but never without my fears. I watch him slowly at first... Not sure if I'm still here. The crushing sounds of the leaves scream my arrival, but I know he is still with her. Lying to her, deceiving her. Whispering in her ears lies that make her slap herself and shift and stare waiting... Watching, trying to spot him. Unaware I am just a little distance away....

She stinks and smells delicious as my weight crashes and sinks all that is in my way. I am close and know I will sting her fast before she knows it.
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Separating my fingers from a Freezing Hibiscus

Blame a scorching iceberg for its absence
A life somehow filled with regrets
Boiling a simmering icicle for its silence
My mind soaked hard in endless noise
Juggling a swollen raindrop for its conscience
Skating on molten clouds pouring larva
Hover on molten water fueled by the ice age
Stating my firm belief with postures hidden
Never have I been lost in quicksand denial
Separating my fingers from a Freezing Hibiscus
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Oh No

Oh No lets go home
far away from all the drones
That slay my brains with six horned hoes
Cup filled by up side down cones
Sand dune shaped together by drones
Artificial intelligence finally home
Mirrored by mutating ant lions
Rock foundation in my mount zion

Oh Yes more or less the same remain
Near but guess I changed my name
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The Quiet Rampage of the Breeze

The Quiet Rampage of the Breeze
Swift stampedes me to grace
Fights to put me at ease
Claiming an infinite fee
For a wrestless battle with sea fleas
As the fur surface floats with bee's
Fight to keep the peace
Halt all the storms please
For my priceless love
Your universe is not enough
Whispering from my caged heart
True love will scarcely be apart
Blocking your lustful approach
With diamond crusted coat
Deciphering my true love
As time reveals and stays true

The Quiet Rampage of the Breeze
Fill my world so sweet
With hopes I want to keep
As the wind sails away my ship
Congratulating me for my peace
A world I would never miss
Boy makes you a toy
Swing by and bring joy
Cords play a beautiful song
With you I won't go wrong
As spies plot our downfall
We laugh long and rise up
Let's all not get frantic
Play cool and not panic
Speak silver on plastic
Grow big fantastic

The Quiet Rampage of the Breeze
Best part stays inairplanes leaves
Metamorphosis fed fat by chlorophyll
Bow and Sway in synch tall trees
Emotions burst out from within
Radar topnotch on the hill
Never ask permission to grow
Hone all my skills so you know
Drive around memory lane
Hang on wheels of airplanes
Throw out all the phantom
Fears that held you ransom
Paint my world royal blue
Just so I'd be close to you
Scuffling quiet air swim
Stampeding fast my stream

***COPYRIGHT 2016***
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Yank Away The Bandage

Yank Away The Bandage
Free me from the bondage
Brainwashed by years of mortgage
Liberate my fears from roughage
Spread hard your worthless hate
Engulfed by lies of late
Covered up the wounds for centuries
By leaves painted to blend to skin type
Tease me with dreams you so hype
Encoded by a world filled with lies
Awakened by a painful reality
All i agree is fine By me

My Friends are either pointing
Or blame me for my neutral standings
I remind you all its a free world
Yet you bombard my walls with calls
Past hunts with stuck sins
Far gone from square wheels
I fight hard to stay relevant
Even though many things I can't
Somehow I fight till my dream floats
Screaming and screech from my throat
Can't help but be a stubborn goat
And dress up in my many coats

Yank away the bandage
Squeal more the planned ache
Salt wound I'm just numb
Spreading news plastered scum
Move slow it bleeds out
Betrayed me by bailing now
Run around till I find
Where I belong in my mind
Addicted to histamines
Evicted the allergies
Never to be in denial
As I go through all the trials
Armed tall with ancient shields
All my pain would only yield
Lessons start when it starts to flow
Blessings stop once you go
Battle hard to get it right
Scars appear from all the fights
I watch my open wounds
And cover them with cotton wool
You fill it up with upbeat spirit
I cover it with flexible adhesive
My battle scars make me loud
As I rip it off and shout out

***COPYRIGHT 2016***

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Ugly is the Way You Lie

Ugly is the Way you lie
Thinking you won with strides
Blending away the corpses
Forcing your way with stripes

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Bleeding Orchids

Bleeding Orchids
Flirting leeches
Flying Ostriches
Flaming forces
Sorry listening
As i go missing

Bleeding Orchids
Flame me your sheen
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Listen! Its Quiet

Listen! Its Quiet
For a reason
Activate your gumption
Utilize your five senses

Understand life's a cycle
Acquire a new skill
Appreciate growth
And stay relevant

Live by your diet
One you believe in
Walk and take action
Burn high your hot flame
Get out of the cycle
Admire your new gills
Scream from your throat
See life as the sweet berries passed

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I Believe

I Believe
Grow a thick skin
Roar at challenges
Face them
Inside is a lesson that will change your life
Make you a better person
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Personal Branding with Kenny Brandmuse

He walked into the room with ease, and an aura of confidence, lets not forget his biceps. And you can't help but wonder what this young man has to offer. Then he starts to speak and you know you are in trouble.

Kenny Brandmuse questions the way and manner you brand yourself and opens your eyes to the unlimited possibilities all around you. His Metamorphosis training is creative and challenges you to really re-brand yourself......

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Sweet Flames Engulfed

Sour are words
i don't want to hear
Sweet is life
I'm not yet prepared
Float digested
crushed in your jaws
Scattering Like a wind
weighed down by lust

Thrust into a future
Grasp and trap
Lost inside your sutures
far apart
Bounce on harp strings
Weaving its way
Floating like ashes
engulfed in your lava

Young buds erupt
Chlorophyll feed my trunk
Fermented honey soak beehive
Drunk soldier ants out of line
Worm's poke hole in soil
Just to help you stretch
Reach for the sun
As rays pull you up

Soft landing in your hand
As I pull you up
Know you want the best
As my goals progress
Know you'll only hear
Great work cheer
My victory lap torch
A stratosphere of fluff

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Falling and smashing my head
sharing by shooting like pledge
Making my pain erase
All my mistakes from my brain

Impairing my joy with oh what lies ahead
piercing and soothing my day like bread
Shocking remorse I never have seen
All that and more you mean to me

Propelling for miles I've shared my glory
Wasting my time with so much past glory
freezing by doing what I am doing
what i dread most are ice steam rain drops

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Deep in Murky Waters

Karisho shuts her eyes inhales deeply and opens them.
She picks up a notepad and her pen and walks to the couch.
She scribbles words on a note pad and then she sits down on
the long couch.

Tapping her clenched teeth with her pen she freezes and then
whispers words as she looks up at the ceiling....

I will succeed where others fail, I will excel no matter the pain. The stench of the rotten fish in the oil slugde deep murky waters choked her. She gulped and pinched at the jar of salt beside her. She placed it on her tongue and prayed the it would shock her meal back down her throat.

For a moment it worked then her body jolted and she dropped her pen and covered her mouth. The liquid fought to escape and she got to the bathroom just in time. By the time she finished, she was weak and rested her back to the wall. Her eyes danced to the air freshener on the sink. She pushed the floor and stood up, washed her hands and then flushed. She sprayed the toilet and looked at the window. More of the smell crept into the room and she shut the window.

Karisho screamed high and loud, when will the stench ever stop?

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Fuel my dreams with mellow
Make my line be zero
People waiting on queues
Just to be with you
Angered by all your fame
Shattered by love betrayed
Only to heal your gain
Do you ever impose your pain
Lately I've gone astray
Escaping your worthless display
Of affection fueled by lies
Coloured repeat by yellow

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Beautiful Is the day
So Far from Yesterday
Resisting its Sunshine
Spewing from its cave
Like an endless wind pipe
Of an angry wave

Blown from the top of the spine
Of an enormous Moonlight
Reneging on nights contract
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The Keen Eye, Entrepreneur Development

 A journey of a thousand steps starts with one single but definite step, yet only when we know what direction we are heading can we actually get there.
Entrepreneur Development is the new wave of this century; this is expected as we have long moved from the Industrial Age are now in the Information/ Service Age
  In a developing Economy like Ours: Nigeria, there is potential for many enterprises to spring up and they have generously. This can be attributed to the challenges of a large influx of educated and over qualified graduates, skilled individuals and people not having job satisfaction.

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Prostrate Pain

Prostrate pain
Are here again
Stopping the flow
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Flowers mimic her cobwebs
Even though you can't tell her
Pawpaws crawl up her neck
As he waited patiently
 for an unbroken peck

Seagulls marked her present
As rigors barked up his spine
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Words For Your Soul

Goals I uphold
Opportunity I download
Desire I inspire
Focus will perspire
Visualize my dream
Think and flow like a stream
Grow and shine like beams
Quality you only mean

Hone away at skills
Organize and bring you peacepeace

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Yemanja icy waters cut deep
Salt sharp and taste so sweet
Love drunk mortals are swimming
In your foam growing
Many say they have forgotten
How captivating, you collect all the lost souls
Life forms all you swallow never to make them feel hollow
When we taste your gaze
Yemanja spells us to dance in acceptance

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The Victorious return to innocence

Tough love is rigid
Claim I am frigid
I won't bend to your will
Spread far into your deceit
You scream out my reluctance
You naughty town crier
Just wait till I succumb
Lost love is all you'll become

Tug angrily at my strong will
Fight shabbily at my zeal
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Adebusola Ukayat Elegbede is a Playwright and Content creator with a passion for real life challenges. Born in Kaduna state and lives in Lagos Nigeria, she has a passion for story telling from the perspectives of characters in conflicting situations. I started out on the New Writing Project in Nigeria with the British Council Lagos Nigeria and The Royal Court Theatre, Sloane Square U.K. My passion for creating stories led to comic books, television drama's and an online journal on my website (busolaelegbede.com). As part of the WPIC in Stockholm Sweden 2012, the experience has forged life long friends and ignited my passion as a volunteer and advocate for human rights and the United Nations 17 Sustainable Development Goals.

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