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Wednesday, 24 May 2017

White Feather Grass Seeds Break Away My Creed


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 29

     Sweet morning breeze sway me left then right, springing my rain soaked wings out and dislodged from my sides. It hurt and I won’t lie and the white light shined bright and called me to it. I’m hungry and long to be with my kind. But first I must feast on the delicious juice of the fact that White Feather Grass Seeds Break Away My Creed.
I land on the fluffy seeds just as it starts to disintegrate, I suck quickly at the juice that will sustain me as a gush of wind sweeps us away. Far from the green grass and towards strange stones with artificial colours. The smell is sickening and pungent. Where is this place of no return, I begin to ponder and then stop. The glorious sun has come down towards me, light and not so intense, this is heaven and I am home. My comrades dance around the light and we slam into it and dance the victory dance. A strange dark figure claps beside me and my comrade is a squishy mess on the ground beside me. The smell of death I ceases as more of my comrades fall. An ant colony calls to me in the corner of the stone building. But the sound is muffled by a cold coughing beast rumbling and spewing ice. Is this helps? I call out and they say it’s where black ants come to die after the rains. Loose your wings and join us they add and I look and spot the tiny wingless ants cry out and beg me to join and become one of their warriors. Another colleague of mine flying laughs at them. We loose our wings and return to the soil and not to weak defenseless colonies. He is hit by large sandals and reduced to a moist patch, wiped and cleaned by white tissue paper. I fly to the edge of the wall and loose my wings and run and hide underneath a dark cupboard. This is about survival and I must survive. As I run towards the hole in the cement wall. I see the large eyes Watching me and hands pick up the sandals. I run as fast as I can and dash into the hole. Safe and sound, we watch as all twenty other flying ands are quashed and scream. My voice attracts the other ants and this time they resist the light bulb illusion as it feigned the glow of the sun. Comrades join me and learn that this harsh world contains other beasts, predators that hate the bite our tiny jaws inflict on them. My comrades last act of bravery as they are quashed for trying to defend themselves. The world is different and now only has one creed, survival of the fittest and we are all stuck in the crazy whirlwinds of time.
   I do not stop until all the flying black ants are dead and the old fashioned way for that matter. Ajoke pinched me and I panicked thinking it was an ant.
'Stop it, Ade'
'You want me to spray poisonous insecticides instead?'
'Yes'
'So my father should inhale that poison into his delicate heart', I accused her and watched her slap one off her midi dress.
 My dad is still in the hospital, doctor's are treating his DVT and PE. Yes, I'm picking up medical terms now. The medical socks has reduced the leg swelling drastically and he can move about. All we need is the go ahead from the consultant and we can take my dad back home.
 The consultant and his eight team of doctors walk in and my friend escaped and I greet them and listen. As they ask many questions, seive through all the six tests, ECG, Venous Dobbler, Several blood tests, Abdominal scans and all.
 I was praying and waiting as they discussed how well my dad is doing and add that he can do all tests as an out patient.
'Thank you doctor, thanks everyone'
 I did not have the energy to be excited, I was too tired and sleep deprived to do a victory dance. In fact, I was very hungry. All the foods I could eat once I get home raced through my mind.
 I called my aunt to tell her not to bother coming around today. My dad called my mum but the network was bad. The phone  reception at the hospital was horrible. No one could reach me until the fifth or sixth try.
 I called mum with Glo and she too was tired if waiting for her husband to come home.
'Thank God'
'But mummy, he cannot miss his blood thinner medication and has to rest'
'Just bring your daddy home safe and sound, I will take great care of him'
  I called my own husband to tell him I was waiting for my brother to take us home.
Ajoke had to go to take the twins for immunization injections and we hug and she leaves. Celine was at home preparing jollof rice and fresh fish for my home coming.
My brother was trying to reach me Andi answered the phone. His car had broken down and he was stuck with the mechanic. I didn't mind so I said we would wait, three hours later. I was agitated and restless and was going to call a cab when I got his call.
'Hi Ade, how is your dad?'
'Daniel, he is great, we have been discharged'
'So you are home? Your parents house?'
  I hesitate to tell him but then shrugged.
'Don't tell me...'
'I've called a can't, I lied.
'Cancel it, I'm in Ikeja just five minutes away. This is for your kind and generous dad, you know my family cherishes the memory of playing football in your grandfathers Herbert Macaulay home. He uses to kill turkey or a ram to feed all of us. You need to hear my dad and uncle and Aunts talk about it. I'm here'
 I didn't say anything, I was smiling. My grandfather put smiles on my face always, he was a tough and generous man. A sweet man that left too soon, may his gentle soul rest in peace.
 I called Henrik to tell him and Nnoye, ask me why. I just didn't want any kind of blow back. Nnoye says she would get me ice cream and join me. And Celine and Henrik would join us with the prepared meals.
Of course I informed Bala and Ajoke and they too were on their way, it was going to be a very Merry home coming.

  As I watch my dad step out of the car and reunite with my mum, I smiled.
All is well and everything is great, but for the first time ever, I realized that they are old.

I say a little prayer.
'Please God, give my parents more time with us. Keep them hail and hearty, well and healthy. Continue to protect them and keep them safe, keep us all safe too and thank you'
'Amen oooo', amen', Celine and Ajoke Add as Nnoye rubbed both hands together.
 Henrik had the cutest smile on earth as he hugged me and my brothers walk into the compound with my aunt and her kids. They had fruits for my dad and wine and vodka for the rest of us.
Nnoye smiled as she hugged Daniel and he placed his hand on her growing baby bump.
We were all truly blessed and happy and munched on delicious food provided by heart warming friends.

   I'm really thankful for everything.






**Season 2, Episode 29*"
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 29, COPYRIGHT 2017*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE COPYRIGHT 2017**

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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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