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Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Burn Bobo Burn


  The sun shines and a large bulb of sweat trickles down my angry face. The seething mass of sweaty people walk and bump into me and I move Swiftly and dodge them. Why are people comfortable touching strangers, what happened to that Beautiful unwritten law... Personal space, I mean respect people's private space. I know, I'm a little obsessed with my space. But it's the only thing I can call mine for now. A man Huff's and puffs past me and splashes his we like feet into the filthy rain waters, running down clogged up drainages. I need an antihistamine shot, quick. Lucky for me, the rain water missed my trousers by two inches but his sweaty body didn't. I could feel it soak up on my thick long sleeve top. I always wear long sleeve to shield me from direct contact from people. Will this be enough? My wipes are in my bag, once I get into a Keke Marwa, I will charter it. Do I have seven hundred to charter it? Nope, all I have left is a hundred Naira. Just enough to take me to Oshodi. Ha, na wa ooo. No vehicle, why and how come? It must be a conspiracy. Finally, a bus shows up and no one gets in. I do, because it is calling and announcing to everyone that the fare is fifty. Half what I have. Maybe I will indeed get home today. But no one joins me and I begin to worry.
 I hear it squawk and almost gorge my eyes out. Luckily, I wear shades to protect my eyes from dusts and people who speak too close to my delicate eyes.
It's an eagle, I didn't know they were this massive. It's almost the size of an Electronic vulture... I think bigger. When I say Epe vultures, you need to go by the Lagoon and see those massive flying beasts. It's the same shock I got when I first met face to face with a fox. Fixes are not cute and cuddly, they are dusty gray and brown and the size of alsasian dogs. People down play monsters because they want you to think that the world is sweet and pretty. It's a lie...
And when, tomorrow I am in the news because an eagle eat me. You will believe me.
His owner was smiling at me and says the eagle likes me. Without replying, he answered me and adds that we are on the same wavelength. The bus driver and conductor grumbled but did nothing.
Talk against my seer and your soul will be devoured by this God. I wanted to laugh but fear catch me. Any sudden movement, could agitate this creature.
I am asking him home, to his hill where he was hatched. We all long to go back to our dreams, to a place we are happy and free. Find it and I tell you, you will not need all this armour. I look at the cape, veil, raincoat, face cap and gloves I had on.
I've paid your fare, I'm dropping here. Give her my change. The conductor gives me seven hundred and I collect it. Then stop the bus at the next bus stop.
I had money to go back home but I didn't. Instead I headed to a cyber cafe and opened articles about what I loved. And even though I didn't believe the eagle had any power. I was re-energized and stopped looking down at my problems but up to my goals. I was soaring high and revamped.
My passion was reignited...

   It was like a distant dream, the soft delicate sound of the sea crashing into tiny, transparent crystal sea shore.
Good morning my sweet, yes I was happy. I could taste the freshness in the air and the cool smell of fresh leaves and flowers made me smile. Holidays are a blessing, today, tomorrow and forever.
  I tucked into his warm arms and loved how he wrapped his legs and arms around me.
'Ade, we need to get ready for lunch'
'Okay, get up', I say not attempting to move an inch.
'You first'
'You have your limbs around me...'
'Help me move them'
 I turn my head to his smiling face, this sudden holiday in July was not such a good thing, it was the best.
'We are here to support our friend'
'Your friend'
'Henrik, did you and Daniel fight?'
''Ssshhh, sleep m dear. They won't miss us. Besides the woman worships the ground you walk on
  I ignore the bait that Henrik threw my way. I'm not getting into... You are the daughter in-law of her dreams nonsense talk today.
'We missed lunch yesterday'
'So, the baby was restless', Henrik pulls me closer to him.
'Really? I didn't know you were telepathic'
'I didn't hear you complain'
 I lift his heavy limbs and turn on the soft bed and faced my man.
'Let's do this now, so we can rest later'
 Henrik grumbled and reluctantly gets up.
I tumble out of the bed, the latest way I get up nowadays.
'Ade, easy'
'I need ice cream'
'Me too'
'I miss Bailey's'
'Me too'
'You can have some'
'We will both break our Bailey's Irish cream fast together'
 I chuckled and cup my hands over his prickly chin.
'That's so sweet', I add and quickly removed my hands.
'Get used to this, you are getting a cave man'
'Only for this trip'
'You will grow to love it'
'Then I'm going cave woman too, no shaving hidden hair's'
'You are not serious', I protest. He was not supposed to like my own idea.

  The table was set and everyone was there.
'Thank you so much for joining us', Daniel's mother adds.
I courtesy and apologized and blow her air kisses at the same time.
She used her teaspoon to clink her glass and as she raised it up high she turned to Nnoye.
'Anyway, today is not about us... It's about Nnoye. The mother of my first grandchild. The woman marrying my son and the wonderful addition to my unique family. Also, her son Etim is joining us. He is welcome and would be every inch mine as he is yours'
 Nnoye had tears in her eyes and she got up to hug her. Daniel joined them and I smiled and hugged the Bailey's bottle in front of me. It smelled delicious and Henrik collects the bottle and gives a Waite and whispers something to him. All the Bailey's bottles vanished and I shake my head.
Celine kicked me from under the table and I growl at her. Ajoke gave me a side eye and Bala quickly finished his glass of Bailey's.
 It was magical and it was beautiful.
'She's done it', Celine whispered.
'Baged herself the society Family if her dreams'
'Good luck to her', Ajoke grumbled.
'You say it like it's a bad thing', I whispered and looked at the guy filming this event. I didn't want to be caught gossiping you know.
'Bala's wife won't let me be, the family is constantly trying to get into a will. As if I will let my husband die at his tended she's
 Ajoke adds and massages his chunky stomach.
'It is work and ou4 dear Friend thinks this trip means she won. It only proves who is in charge, that is why I will forever be independent and my dear... Another man paying is not independent enough'
'So what should she do?', I asked my wise Ajoke friend.
'She didn't think this through, ask her. And please tell her that opening a shop and praying someone will come and buy something is not a business'
'She knows'
'Does she?', Ajoke asked.
 In that same moment, her mother in-law to be gives her a pearl necklace with earrings.
 Nnoye screamed and runs to my side and I gasped at the size of it.
'Your family portrait is tomorrow, mine pales in comparison. You can choose from the outfits I got for you or get one for yourself'
 She waved a premium card and we screeched, it was time to go shopping.

 All the clothes and more and some for us girls, it was really a dream trip to Fiji.

 I was wondering where my phone was while I tried out dresses.
Nnoye walks in with a smirk on her face and waved my phone in the air.
'Dear.. '
'You read my phone messages'
'I just saw dear and the caller is Mr. H'
'Stop lying'
 I snatched my phone and checked, she was right. He had referred to me as... Dear.
Why do men do this? Deliberately objectify a woman. And look at all the messages he sent....
Uncalled for... I swear to God who made me.
Somebody is going to burn.

Yes... Burn Bobo Burn...

**Season 2, Episode 47**
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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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