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Ade's Journal Part 6

Ade's Journal Part 6
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My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

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Saturday, 3 June 2017

When his ears popped i stopped screaming


Where his lies stopped Mine began and When his ears popped then, i stopped screaming. When his nectar got sour yes, i knew i had to be sweet. And When my smiles stopped that is precisely when mine began. This year ran as if someone was chasing it and all my dreams scatter like balloons in the wind. Already more than forty eight posts and counting. The goal ISA hundred and four per year.
What a Despair, what unholy pressure I place on my green green self.
I've managed to make alien, the forest I call my own. These trees, now an uncountable flight of stairs up my ladder of success.
I've climbed and I will get there, truth be told I'm exhausted and hungry.
The Disdain I feel I can no longer hide.
My simple portion is no longer enough, how I miss the harem of men I once enjoyed. Delicious young men I devoured as the pleasures of the world flew by. Just look at that young man eyeing me, he does not know the portion of pain awaiting him.
This plane wants to take off and flee, instead I flatter and spread my wings. 
I own my flattery as i accept his lustful gaze, life must go on. He has heard the tales of my escapades and approaches with caution.
And I have starved myself of my very nature , Knowing my flight
has just taken off.
I've made it to the tree where I begin Decoding Miracles. With the carcuses of my men Nurturing this tree I climb on.
I long for it, I wait for it as life creeps past us. And as I dream of a better life with no casualties. I pray for it and wailed for it.
This Life that is a miracle for those of us who grasp it. I frown with rage as I grab the cage. His warm embrace wakes up lustful desires and my flesh is weak.
Life is unfair for I who has abstained and refused to bloom with it. Is now caught in this tragedy I call my life.
We move like zombies as if we are stuck in a sensual movie. I can taste the urge climbing into my jaws as he prepares to give me the next generation of liars. I'm tired of Decoding Miracles, Tired of the spectacles.
Forever i am here to stay he said, moved by desire.
We played in nothing, beneath an angry raging sky, spewing out rain over and over again. My jaws unhinged and my claws dug deep and drove him mad with desire.
And then I sunk my teeth into his scalp and chewed. He was too busy enjoying the sins of the flesh to know that this female praying mantis was feasting on his flesh. I have finished half of his head and he is still performing his duties. As the children rush to become part of me, he dies. And that which I have delayed, the inevitable is done. Oh what a beautiful life we all lead as despair spews out from my praying eyes....
   This horizon is different and this view is disjointed. Maybe it's me but since when, is good new not good news. I know I said I wouldn't judge her but I am confused.
'Analyze this with me, you love him, you are pregnant and it's both yours?'
 Celine slapped my back and it hurt like hell.
'Ah ah, don't hit me now', I grumbled.
'Who is pregnant again? Ajoke?', Nnoye's question made Ajoke snap her fingers over her head.
'Olorun ma je, after twins? When you churn out your own baby, come and talk to me'
  I almost died laughing, Ajoke that said she would have more babies than any of Bala's previous wives.
'I know I said I want a lot but thank God for surrogacy. I am never getting pregnant again'
'That's crazy, I want four', Nnoye adds side hugging Ajoke.
'My dear, good luck'
'Ade and you?'
'I don't think I want more but let us see. Time will tell'
'So Celine, you are pregnant then', Nnoye said hugging her.
'It's for Pierre, right?'
 Even clueless Nnoye had to ask.
'Why are you girls asking me such a stupid question?'
'Because you are not excited about the baby', I informed my dear friend.
 She sighed and leaned back on the chair.
'I just always wanted a baby from a man I married'
'Im pregnant and Daniel has not married me'
'Exactly, even you that was less likely to be married... Look at the size of your engagement ring'
'Family heirloom, most likely to be snatched from me if Daniel's mother had her way'
 It made Celine laugh and then an evil thought crossed my mind.
'Why are all the enemies of progress women in these situations? Daniel's mum, Pierre's ex wife?'
'Society has brainwashed them to be the face of despair'
 Ajoke's words made sense.
'And Daniel's father too hates me, when him and his uncle's see me. They always ask... How is perfect little Ade'
 Celine fell off the chair and Ajoke squats down laughing.
I did not find any of it funny.
'It's true, Ade is the perfect Lagosian indigene they expected Daniel to knock up. To be having their baby....'
'Im having the baby I want', I add massaging my babies head.
'Just tell them so they would just accept me'
'I've moved in', I say.
'If God forbid anything happened to Henrik. They will get rid of me and campaign to move you in...'
'Stop it, nothing bad will happen to the father of my child'
  Now I was upset.
'I had to get rid of Daniel because he did not defend me when his relatives were picking on me'
  My crazy friend came here with a vengeance and I was not in the mood.
'This, today my dear is about Celine, not you'
'And as usual, you get to decide. Pele ooo, queen of the pack'
  Nnoye was spoiling for a fight and I was not interested.
'Orisiri, Nnoye face your relationship and I'd face mine'
'But you are in mine, every day and in everyway'
'You are just paranoid'
'Oya, let's ask Ajoke and Celine, is Ade not too much in my relationship?'

 Rolling my eyes at her I gave Ajoke and Celine a look. As if saying without saying anything...
'If you dare say a word, eh?'

  See me see trouble ooo.

**Season 2, Episode 32**
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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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