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Wednesday, 14 June 2017

For A Peck


       At noon decaying pungent smell of life clustered around. The winds spread out our screams, Soldier ants fed on our long limbs and fins, lost by reptiles crawling on wings. We birth here and died here, on a dry dusty road to fame. Longing to adorn jewelry rivaling Queens and Kings of old.
For our paths have never crossed with frozen ice thawing and flowing down a molten lake lost in laughter, beneath a young ìrókò shoot. With my heart whispering to my knees to stand erect as I  crawl out of mud and larva. Caked on the plastered smile frozen on my hairy face.
 I know why the wind blows and like a drunken webbed winged mouth lizard, shoving and viberate g as the sand particles give way and bury me from the heat. I just freeze and cry as my weakling heart stops staring hard at those Hyena Teeth. Watching them as chaos bites and brings with it flesh eating bacteria.
The pain stays it never goes as my bones stay intact. You rub me out and Try to fish me out as I bruise your skin, Until it just peels out. You can't win by fighting, know this.... You'll be struck by lightning. Relax i say and just squint. It'll be like you just blinked. I'm out again, I'm on my way. Far away from the jaws that munch and crush me. ForWherever the wind blows Is where I call home.
  At dusk delaying bland aroma of death floated below. The tear drops drowned our laughter, And the termites feasted on our sorrows. We loved here and lost here, For our life was forever gone but never again. We danced in the morning time, beneath frozen lake surfaces. With thundering tools, swimming underneath the Earth's molten core.
  At dawn patrolling sweet whiffs of gain sinking above.The rage soothed our faces swallowed our tears,. And the bees knitted our honey hives.We fought here and won here, For our love was forever here to stay. Bath us with bliss and soil in our growing new world. Dancing your way to block a lazy moon, Scorching curious eyes that dare to dare Make marvel at your beautiful metals Surrounding a dark spherical blissful abyss. Your daughter spreads your words From Nigeria with lots of love.
Standing tall drunk on Love's Feeling the life pierce my feet as it Grants a meal to you stranger. Cannot believe you would estrange her. Swaying in a carriage
Choked up by marriage. To a new world Forced upon me Shackled by memories
Of pain and anguish. Now faded and stampeded By my new found abode. .
 The joys of this world are not complicated, they are subtle and bring a natural smile o your face. I never imagined I was stressed out by all the demands from living in the city called Lagos. Until I gave it a well deserved break.
 Remember I told you Henrik was acting like a jealous lover. He didn't want to share my time with anyone else and I did not think it was a reasonable request.
But for peace sake, I let him have his way and listen. You know the worst part, he didn't say much. So I started to sound like a nagging wife struggling to get information from my husband who's lips were sealed.
  Exhausted, I decided to take a nap and then I felt it.
It was as if I was on one of those dangerous American roller coaster ride and thrown off. Henrik squeezed my thighs and holds me in place, because I was about to run for my life.
 Guess where I was? On our Nigerian road route to Abuja. The pot hole almost broke the shaft of our SUV and my darling husband apologized.
'Where are we going?'
'To Ogun State'
'It looks like an Abuja route...'
'Five it time, you will recognize the road'
   I look left and right and see the famous road safety blue building. He was right and I relaxed a bit. The drive was a long one and I reminded him to move his feet in circles to keep the blood flowing. I do not want any risk if pulmonary embolism or deep vein thrombosis.
  The route got very remote and scary but my husband was calm.
'Where are we going?'
'To remember'
'Remember what?'
'You will see'
   The air was fresh and calm and we drove past a natural spring. My head was out of the window admiring and watching a young man fetch water from it.
'Is this where the Oto's stay?'
'So you listen to me', Henrik was surprised.
'I remember you said it's where your dad met your mum after two year's'
'Her friend recommended it and it's nature and it's best'
 I smiled at the dark skinned beauty walking up towards us.
'You look like your father's, she announced and I almost asked which creme keeps her skin so even and glowing.
'And this is Ade....'
 I step out as Henrik opens the door for me.
'Good afternoon Ma'am
 She greets me with a hug and I can smell sweet pineapples.
'Fresh from my backyard, I too had hightened taste and smell when I was pregnant'
 I hug my baby bump and giggled, I already love her.
'Yemi, go and prepare fresh goat for our guests'
 A strong athletic man appeared and leads the way.
'My last born, soon to be married to a lady that wants to live beside us'
 The daughter in-law appeared.
'Do you blame me, all the sounds of generator sets and fumes, has almost killed me. I need at least three years away'
 I stared at her and wanted to ask about work.
'We are growing fresh organic fruits and vegetables to supply the top bankers that she used to count money for'
'How did you meet?'
'I went to her bank to make payments for the certificate of occupancy for this land'
'And he brought fruits that tasted like my childhood.... I had to see his paradise'
'Not paradise, just far from technology and advancement. A country or should I say village home'
'It's Beautiful', I add admiring their simplicity and closeness to nature.
'You should have come sooner...'
 The dark skinned Beautiful grandmother announced, as Henrik prostrates and greets her.
'I know'
'Come, let's go and meet my husband'
 As I watch them all so happy and content, I look at my smart phone.
'No, just give us today'
 I laugh and surrender my phone's and relaxed in the cane chair. It felt so comfortable and nice, I smiled at Henrik and squeezed his hands.
 I nod my head as her husband offers me some spring water. It tastes like a dream and as I shut my eyes I almost laugh.
 My audience was laughing.
'Everyone has the same reaction'
'It's the absence of chemicals, it's like a distance memory and actually delicious'
'Wait until you taste the goat meat', Henrik announced.
 They had tales of children leaving and coming back and I just smiled so much that my cheeks ached.
 Alone at night I hug my best friend and say the words I never thought I would ever say.
'I don't want to go back home'
'It's a temporary feeling...'
'Only because I have job commitments'
'It's a great reminder of what is precious'
'You will always be precious to me'
 We hug and I feel at home in his arms, it's the best gift ever.

  It's good to be calm, that stern face might just have a warm surprise waiting for you.
  This is by far the best time I've shared with my Bobo.... Make time out to build Beautiful memories with everyone you love, today, now and now ...

**Season 2, Episode 35**
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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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