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Saturday, 18 March 2017

Si se Ku, Karoshi, Over Worked To Death


    Worker Bee, Workers stream, slowly and focused on completing the task ahead. No time to play, no time again, as death draws near. To live for now, is to buzz and shuffle, until all my goals are complete. As life demands rises and the cost of living keeps climbing. How on earth am I ever to escape this rat race? It's a mighty leap from bee to rat, right? I'm a mess, I'm tired and I've been robbed and sexually harrased. The fool was walking and tapped my back side. What kind of stupid mistake is that? He claimed he was just swinging his arms and I was in the way. Shaking and screaming, I want to stab him. I want to open his empty skull and prove it is empty. One woman encourages me to hit him and the other to just walk away. I do the later and regret it immediately. I'm tired and I need to catch a train and I suspect that I am been followed. I'm not paranoid, it's just that my ex has threatened me. He cleaned out my safe, after cohabiting with me for three years. It's piling up and stacking up and soon I will not hold back. I know I am talking to myself but who cares? I'm frustrated and I need to hit someone. But I was well brought up and have a good moral compass. I can't help but be grateful to God. So I get on a train, at least I'll get to work early. Only, the train won't move. I can see them watching me. These people of the world, I feel naked and vulnerable and I begin to crack. If I don't do something now, I will forever be lost. So I speak the word of God, call the names of all who have stolen from me. Stolen money, my grades, my job and my jewelry. I tell God to fight for me and see someone recording me. Or am I just paranoid again? I accuse him and he turned away from me. But he's one of them and I don't trust anyone. I'm hard working, maybe a lot too much but I can't stop. I can't stop talking, praying, accusing and whispering. But I see three men and two women approach me. They talk to me and ask me to follow them. I check their credentials and see that one of the women is a mental health nurse. They tell me I am shouting and escort me out. If I didn't see this video recording of my breakdown, I would have denied it happened. It's my video in WhatsApp, circulating all around.  I'm on my hospital bed, on compulsory rest. Compulsory reflecting into my life, I need this break..

  It's now, three days after Celine ate a wall gecko soup. She is on a deep cleansing ritual and I too. We had no choice but to detoxify and yes, we are both going to church tomorrow. Thanks to my Aunt's infectious fear mongering. Celine and I just watched the WhatsApp video of the lady with depression. It was hard to watch but about time.
 Ajoke, Celine and I are in French School and there is a meeting in French. Ajoke and I try to figure out what they are saying, with the weeks French lesson. Phrases and verbs jump at us and Celine helps us decode the meaning of the words.
 Ajoke had to leave early, one of the twins was running a temperature. We hug and greet her goodbye in French language.
'Au revoir'
'Bisous, bisous, bisous', Ajoke said and we all shriek and group hug.
Good friends are good,but great friends are a keepsake, they are great.

 The blazing sun did not cool down, it intensified it's effort to shine and blaze harder.
   Henrik was waiting and Celine parked just beside him. We hug and kiss and he has a serious face on.
'Ade, please be careful', Henrik says.
He was talking about me eating out, it's been days but he was not letting this go.
'I didn't even taste the food'
'Just be careful'
'Are you saying, I should not eat at my mother's place.
'You know that I would never say that'
'Then what are you saying?'
'Your Auntie might cook...', Henrik said and looked worried.
 I run my hand through his hair and watch Celine sleep off on my couch.
'Don't tell me that you are superstitious'
 This my husband is not serious ooo, does he believe my aunt can see the future.
'I believe in the law of attraction and I don't like what she attracts. Not you babe...'
'Babe?', I frowned and he gave me a peck.
His spiny mostache tickled me and I laughed.
'Thats more like it, I've set an alarm for exactly one hour'
'What for'
'Your babies of course'
 Now I'm confused.
'I set my alarm to my ringtone...'
'Oh, I get it. So that ...'
'I can say the doctor needs to see us'
  My dear friend, who I thought was asleep, started laughing.
'You two wont kill me oooo'
'At least you are laughing', I tell Celine.
'Or, will you go with us?'
'Jamais plus', she said with a concentrated French accent.
'We need to start going, now'
  I cup my baby bump and massage it in a circular motion.
'When will my auntie leave my mother's house?'
'I was going to ask'

   I step into the car and dread seeing her again. This prophet of doom, I am related to.

  So, I am going towards the wide mouth of a whale. How is this day going to end?

**Season 2, Episode 10**

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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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