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Saturday 29 July 2017

Chaotic Challenges Crushed


    Entwine around me, this my Beautiful dreams that want me. Pull me closer and further away, soon and in the distant future. Why should I have to wait, why not just come and sway with me. Today the cloud has dispersed and made way for bigger Dreams. Bigger screams as quiet cool breeze screech in my ears and ask me what I want. Parting and seperate good gray skies to reveal hope just as I want.
 For a glorious sun shines at last, As i entwine round vines.  I see them walk by. These men nature supplies. Always feasting and leaving nothing behind. Now I'm hungry and I have to feed me.
Slide down and join this feast, where humble men smile and wait for their turn. All manners and hopes thrown out with guts of a nursing mother elephant. Too soon to lash out, you think? For the delicate glass mug shatters but just almost in half.
I get nervous and squeeze my fingertips, hoping you will leave me in peace. And as I do, I crush dry leaves. He sees me, its too late. The greediest of them all.
I melt down, all his hate and hide there and wait. He takes to his heels and i shiver and hiss. This time, I Watch him slow down. I'm way ahead of him now, yes it's my turn to shine. All sorts of goodness comes my way, As i blow him a kiss.
   My, my, my, it's another beautiful day and this time... It's time to go home.
Us girls or should I say women, have argued and reconciled. Laughed and cried, exercised and binged on Beautiful gourmet food. Drinks that photograph well and swam in the South Pacific Ocean. The pictures were amazing and the people.... Precious and friendly and now, it was time to go home.
 Mrs. Ojora senior had given us the holiday to remember and cherish forever. And now it was time to go back home. But not just yet or like that, there was her birthday party to look forward to.
Unlike my cool and calm father, whose  seventieth Birthday was low key. This was going to be an all out birthday. The cream of the society was going to be there and it was all going to take place at home. Back home in Nigeria. It's time to go now and even Henrik looks back at the Beautiful Island.
  Fiji, you will be missed...

   The afternoon was twenty seven degrees, a little hotter than normal and as we arrived.
I'm excited about the party, seeing all my old relatives and friends. Childhood friends especially and Just as I was getting all excited about touching down back home.
Back to my home, where I belong.
To my Beautiful Nigeria, my birth land, the place I am most happy to be. The mixed emotions, the mixture of memories and Henrik felt it too. He hugged me and touched our growing baby bump.
  I'm truly blessed to be back to my Lagos, my state of origin. The ancestral land of my forefathers, the birthplace of my powerful mothers. My sweet Lagos, I could kneel and kiss the floor. But this international airport has all sorts of travelers and God knows what they have stepped on.
So no, I'm not kissing the floor and not with this baby bump. But I'm still tempted and I just do it to get Henrik upset.
'Sweetheart, what are you doing?_
'I want to kiss the floor...'
 Henrik dropped all the luggage and pulled me back up.
'Abeg ooo', I screamed and grabbed the load.
'Bobo, I'm not losing one thing'
 Like an octopus, I grabbed it all. He loved how I laughed at how he panicked.

 Until... It happened.

It was like a rush of all my messages came in all at once.
And I swear, I wanted to kill him.

Really, it was all too much to handle....

**Season 2, Episode 48**
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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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