Two Loaves Costs Two Teeth, Knocked Out Of Their Roots

"ADE'S JOURNAL", 28

  Hope fades when you focus on negativity and time wanes when you blame everybody. Denial is the tool of the trickster, the true weapon of mass destruction. It makes you desensitized to true human rights and relish their pain. And no one enjoys inflicting pain like a rougue snake. Hunger makes it strike at its Rey and been a little anxious and peeved too. It will bite and sink it's venomous poison on a meal it cannot devour and spit at anyone that crosses its path. Unfortunately for those in its territory, it's appearance mimics it docile and tame lookalike neighbors. So the outcome of every encounter shocks it's prey and predators. Today it's predator is calm and upholds all animal rights. Her meal definitely has no face and is totally healthy and her smile contagious. Everyone has warned her to be viscous and stop tolerating unpredictable beings. But it is not in her nature, so she smiles and offers the carnivore her last goods on display.
Two Loaves Costs Two Teeth, Knocked Out Of Their Roots. The shock lingered as the taste of salty fresh blood from ones jaws mixed with her own saliva. Instinctively, she picked up her blunt bread knife and struck with all her might. The mangled flesh mixed up with unearthed scales, hung over at the edge of a rock. And the still poisonous head smiled and exposed fangs soaked in poison still waiting to strike and cause pain. She cried as she bagged the warm cold blooded body. And wrapped the head head of the snake. The trickster that proved to her that she could be viscous when provoked. A thousand begged her to give it up for free and ten thousand for a price. With her innocence eroded she only listened to the highest bidder and counted her profit. Another offered to fix her dislodged teeth but she refused. How would her legend tribe, if her scars of war were suddenly covered up?
No, the missing teeth gaps shall remain forever she bragged. Twenty thousand snakes later and a decade of decadence gone, she stares at the blue ocean from a massive yatch with complete dentures. Never again would her innocence return...

   The newspaper reviews and topics filled my days as I watch my strong general, my only father recuperate and beat the odds. He survived three heart attacks and would love long thank God. The fear of heart attack is the Beginning of wisdom.
 A decade ago, we laughed about the possibility. I was exercising vigorously at least two hours a day and my healthy diet was impeccably remarkable. I remember swearing to eat healthier as I grow up and promised to take better care of myself and those around me.
 Today it was far from it, one fainting spell ended my rigorous exercise and well time and the need to create my own wealth has left me with very little time to do much.
These are excuses, I know but don't we all make them.
 It stops now, I'm going to listen to my body warn me and grumble.
Starting with something as simple as a bump in the upper palette of my jaw. I have not been taking my multivitamins religiously. In fact, I was vitamin deficient and needed a boost. Two oranges a day, my supplements and raw vegetables later. I sit at the edge of my father's hospital bed and listen to a team of doctors with a specialist, a cardiologist as they decode all the tests that would forever be engraved on my not so innocent mind. He had DVT and had to wear compression socks and take corrective medication for six months.
All other tests confirmed he was as fit as a young stallion.
I was thrilled to find out he was going to be alright and happy he was now healthy. Just under doctor's observation.
Henrik hugged me and said we should go home and freshen up. My brother's and mum were there so I did not mind leaving his side.

 At home, I was munching on some Greek salad and enjoying the cheese cubes when the doorbell rings.
Nnoye steps in looking like she just had a photoshoot.
'Ade how are you?'
'Thanking God Almighty every minute'
'Thank God ooo, the general has a lot more to offer'
 Her kind words made me smile from deep down in my heart.
'What photoshoot are you coming from?'
'Which other one? Daniel...'
'You two are back together?'
 I've been out of my friendship loop so had no clue what was up.
'His jet was one of twen ty four that landed in Minna'
'What was happening in Minna?'
'IBB's last child got married'
'And Idibia didn't get an invite'
'Old money only, new money not so much'
  I shake my head and munched on my salad.
'It's obvious who I'll pick right?'
'I really don't care', I said without a care about hurting her feelings.
 I stood up to answer the nagging doorbell and Ajoke and Celine are at my door.
We hug and I cry briefly and we all join Nnoye.
'You this babe, I thought you were in Minna'
'Im back and Ade doesn't care'
'Nnoye, Ade is traumatized'
 Celine was irritated by her words.
'Im sorry, I'm just sad'
'Because?'
'Daniel is in Switzerland'
 The implication was that he was with his other baby mama.
'You bought the ticket, my dear na you know ooo'
 Celine's words made Ajoke laugh and the way she laughed made me laugh.
Nnoye too starts laughing and Henrik checks up on us to see that we were not going insane.
 I kiss him and hug him and then see a message from my brother.

The major test is out, come to the hospital as soon as possible.

 My smile fades and my heart jumped, God the perfect healer take total control.









**Season 2, Episode 28**
"ADE'S JOURNAL", 28, COPYRIGHT 2017*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2017**