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Ade's Journal Part 6

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My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

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Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Be Positive It’s Possible


How long are you going to complain? How many people take advantage of you? Why?When did it start?What did you let them get away with? Why are they not paying you what you believe you are worth? What about you, has changed? Is it because you are older? The other day I was chatting with a man over seventy and he was positive, happy and full of words motivating all of us around him. He wanted everyone I know to sound this positive and hopeful. But I told that is not reality. The truth is when you glow you attract people who glow and everything around you is good and full of hope. After all, the law of attraction says like attracts like. Think about this when next you feel alone, bored and tired or unappreciated.Ask yourself, What can I do to change this aspect of my life I’m not okay with? What can I do to develop myself and get people to see value in what I do.... Which will in turn reflect in how people see me and the amount of money people are willing to pay me. Is this going to happen over night? Of course not!  If at first you don't succeed, lift yourself up and try, try, try again. Learn from the people who have excelled in the field you are interested in Succeeding in. Think, Strategize, Write out your Action plan, Carry out the Action, Stop and Analyze what you have done and then..... Start the process again.
 That's what drives me to stalk her, she thinks I want dead meat I don't. I miss the space and the chase, the taste of blood pumping through veins that my teeth sinks into and rip apart. My stripes come alive when I chase and stalk and catch my prey. Anyone is fair game, anyone I cannot mate with. These naive creatures think I am tame. They will not learn and I see she had her back turned to me. This is my one opportunity, her screams echo and the blood curdling voice travels far into the forest I would never see or taste again. My territory spanned acres, in the days of my forefathers. Today, I am a caged beast, a museum piece, a living walking breathing creature they think they have tamed.
 Look at them Throw meat tat has smell of fresh blood on it at me. Look at them shiver as I devour this beauty that has fed me fort four years. I refuse to let go of my prize and feel rocks thrown at me. Feels more like pebbles, these creatures that think they can control everything. Now I feel the impact of a sharp tranquilizer and start to sleep. I will wake up and feast on my kill and if they don't kill me, I will find another meal to quench my need to hunt. Like a rabbit hugging a basket of flowers my zoo keeper's are in serious denial.
The one factor or question that you need to be crystal clear in your mind is... Can you really tame a beast?
   The tragedy surrounding zoos can no longer be ignored. Lion seals dragging children deep into the waters and tigers mauling their feeders. I do not think I ever want to visit any, anymore.
  My new guest is a pain in the neck, she's such a dependent. Always asking for permission before doing even basic things, it's getting on my nerves.
'Ade, is my sister annoying you, yet?'
 Ajoke's question was a simple one but I did not want to give her an honest answer.
My friend falls off the couch laughing and i roll my eyes at her.
'Jibike is too nice, I told you she's a big headache'
 Ajoke's twins crawl every where and prompt Ajoke to catch them before they grab a wire or porcelain figurine.
'Ade, you need to child proof your home. Your baby is here in three months time and mine are almost walking already'
 Celine was watching us and smiling.
 Ajoke and I asked at the same time.
'I think I'm pregnant', Celine announced.
 We both shrieked and hugged our dear friend and the scream scared the twins into crying and hugging each other.
All three of us scuttled to the twins and apologize.
'What did you women do?', Bala asked running from the kitchen with a lobster pincer in his hand. Henrik too was behind him as Ajoke rocked both babies.
'Leave them, they are fine', Ajoke adds refusing to let Bala carry any of the twin who were now calm.
'Ade?', Henrik asked looking worried.
'She's fine, Celine is pregnant', Ajoke adds.
 The men congratulate her.
'I didn't say you should tell them'
'Why not?', Ajoke was struggling to safely place the twins on the ground they were fighting to get to.
'Celine?', I had that naughty look on my face and the men left knowing we wanted to talk some more.
'It's Pierre's right?'
'Yes but does he want it?'
'Why would you say that?'
'I am thinking of raising it on my own'
  Now I know something is wrong.

   Us girls need to go somewhere to sort this all out. What is really going on?

There was a time love poems reigned, now it all seemed like a distant dream.

I love that
 I love that your light sparkles
 When you make me laugh
Along past hour life marvels
Pen hued fake last
I love that four flights to paper
I taught her sights beyond her eyes
I love that your light sparkles
 When you make me laugh.

 I hope Celine truly laughs again....

**Season 1, Episode 31**
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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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