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Ade's Journal Part 6

Ade's Journal Part 6
My Valentine & The Elegance Of A Clean Breakup

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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

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My Insane Week Before Valentine

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He Had The Guts To Come Back

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Friday, 29 April 2016

Scorching Icebergs Burn Me With Lying Lips

April 29, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 27

        Scorching Icebergs Burn Me With Lying Lips, as I know this one act has crushed my sweet loving dreams. How I've lied to my naive old self, like a dusty princess in a braided shelf. LASTMA officials dance as I walk and sway, to a tune so familiar it brings disdain. A placid man, blocks my way, as a plastic cycling iced yoghurt peddler rides away.


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Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Molten Earth Core Split's Like Cake

April 26, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 26
 
       Sleep clutches, slip my gaze as my tired eye sockets close again. How come, night hours don't quench my thirst? As lately, I have been trying to find time to sleep again. All that feels good is bland and all that is beautiful, is just there. Oh, now I know how powerful, the grip of relaxing and sleeping again feels. As the earth grumbles and the sky pours out tears, responding to the chaos, engulfing our human existence. The international news station does not help. It thrives on predicting woes of war as countries hustles and fight, for their share of a delicious cake, the spoils of war, the cries of more...
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Friday, 22 April 2016

Dolphins Hopscotch Love Call's

April 22, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 25

   Hovering under a saturated ozone layer, waiting for sub saharan winds to clear up the filthy carbon monoxide. Piled up for years of trying to catch up with a new technologically advanced world, a world long gone, long dawn and redusked. Waiting for a reflection on evaporating waters, as you my love, smile and that smile springs up on my childish face.
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Tuesday, 19 April 2016

Sweet Melody Swims Slash Sway

April 19, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 24

    Sweet Melody Swims Slash Sway, as beautiful memories find their way. Far into a dream I play, with percussion instruments that slowly sip into my brain. Oh how I miss those good old days, I just dress up and sway. Scream at the top of my voice and try to adjust my vocals to the artists trained voice that plays. Then I jump with arms high up, like bee's hoping on roses. And to celebrate my victory, I bake a cake to crown my day.

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Friday, 15 April 2016

Crunchy Caterpillars Munch On My Pain

April 15, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 23

     Crunchy Caterpillars Munch On My Pain, spreading lies about me until my leaves decay. Leaf by leaf; they reduce my life's work, only to make sure it benefits them all. As they attract all other creepy friends, and get full on tarnishing my image and get robust.
       Transcending from a primitive crawling insect, and sprouting out wings. Flying high and watching, waiting for flowers to bloom. So they can poke and rip from it, my sweet syrupy nectar.

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Tuesday, 12 April 2016

Stay for more than a while

April 12, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 22

     Stay for more than a while, I promise to be sweet and kind. Never to rewind the past as it replays all my silly stupid hasty decisions, eroding my positive vibes. Dont think your mistakes out weigh mine, because my hearts sunk deep because, memories of many you's, plague my mind with regret.
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Friday, 8 April 2016

Swaying Palm Fronds Scream My Name

April 08, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 21

     Swaying Palm Fronds Scream My Name as I slip and slide beneath the rain. Tired teardrops hang on salt crystals, hardened by a selfish specie that mimics my kind. Faded gourds tilt awkwardly on solid ground, as silk threads hold recklessly, a shade of leaves. Aged cowry shells, swept ashore by betrayed friends, whispering this is the end.
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Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Molten cobwebs lost in time

April 05, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 20

     Molten cobwebs lost in time, Rock flakes bounce back and cause earthquakes as love rage shaves, aims for my face. Stringed up on a carved calabash, dried seeds clash and hold firm the strings end. Shouting out a lazy tune swimming up a boiling room as carbon monoxide swirls and twists, race up pass lungs towards tired spleens. Roaring out loud are generator sets, competing on a quiet street to be heard, loudest from all its vibrating mates. Prickly spikes from clustered Cactus; steady green filled with thick white slur.

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Saturday, 2 April 2016

Sand Crystals Floating By

April 02, 2016
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"ADE'S JOURNAL" 19

       Sand Crystals Floating By, Molten footprints lost in time. Deer skins viberates and play my part. Bitter sweet emotions strapped by twine and erected on African Teak, shaped by endless cycle of Time doomed to repeat again and again. Samba beats call out my name as I stamp my feet and bend and sway. So strange do I feel, that it makes me hiccup and digest my experience and bloat up, float up.

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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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