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Ade's Journal Part 6

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Wednesday 5 July 2017

The Butterfly Raked It All Up


  Bless the Beautiful morning dew that cools my lips as the sun fries it's tips. Flesh eating bugs, dug deep and entice me to touch the lips of the carnivore that bites gently at the bouquet of flowers. Yes, the red maroonish bunch that lures my lips to part and accept the end. Press quickly and run, like a teenage boy on heat enticing the pastor's daughter. A vengeful being, hurt by truthful words, fighting to win more evil souls to his many flock. Bless broken flowers, they wither and die but the stem, branches and leaves all connected to deep roots... Prepare to groom another array of flowers. Know that, he hacks at flowers and not the roots. Damn wicked soul, his nematodes approach at the tubers, rich in nutrients. I am afraid he will come and repopulate every inch of my existence.

     Now, as the rain drizzles down a gray sky I can't help but reach out and touch it. Rarely do I look up into the sky as the rain begins to pour down on me. But today is different, I am hot and I need the cool drops to soothe me as I lay on the grass. I remember reading about the millions of nematodes in the soil beneath me and I don't want to stay down as long as I did. But my back aches, there's a boil right where the middle of my spine is. It's protruding peak hurt and annoyed me. So I did what any normal Nigerian girl would do. I disinfected a needle and used it to prick open the swimming mass of pus. It came out in sludge like lumps and I felt relieved. But curiousity made me research boils on the spinal cord. The results did not ease my troubled mind. It said I strained my spine and it caused the pus to develop and also means there was more. An underlying deadly disease.
 So yes, Ian lying here in the soft rain unafraid of lightning striking me because I may die of a disease I have not yet been diagnosed with.
'Ade', Henrik screamed and dragged me up on my feet.
The look on his face made me laugh and refuse to get up. I lay back down on the floor and curled up into a fetal position.
'Ade, get up. You will catch a cold'
'No', I snapped at him and grabbed at the stump of grass and then shrieked.
The grass revealed worms and a brown iodine coloured centipede with lighter shade of thousands of limbs.
 I stood up and then grabbed at my aching back, the boil now had a clotted surface but felt like there was a residual lump.
'Talk to me', Henrik asked trying to get my eyes off the loose soil.
'Im dying, I have a boil, I'm pregnant and can't take antibiotics and I've been in the soil with nematodes'
  I was crying so much and he just lifts me up and out of the rain.
It takes a while for me to calm down and good old bournvita. The chocolate drink that tastes like my childhood during the rainy season.
I had a moment to think about how I got to the point that made me all paranoid.
'It actually is a funny story', I said trying to calm my paranoid husband.
 He was not having any of it and had called my doctor.
'Henrik, relax'
'Ade, you would not let me touch you yesterday and then I wake up and see you lying on the same grass. You told me had millions of nematodes...'
'Oma is dead'
'The woman , I told you made so much in network marketing'
'The one, I was supposed to meet with next tomorrow'
   I thought that he would say I was been silly. That I didn't even know this woman enough for it to affect method much.
But he hugs me instead and I hug him back.
'Many her soul rest in perfect peace'
'Amen', I add and Pat his back.
 Henrik pat's mine and I flinch.
'I knew it', he said and tried to take a look.
'It's a boil on my spine and I'm dying'
'Who told you that?'
 I show him my phone search and he shakes his head.
'The last time I felt this bad, I panicked and the doctor's proved I was right'
'Ade are you talking about your pelvic infection?'
'Yes, I sneezed at the bus stop and fell to the ground'
 I knew he was baiting me and had his time.
'I got a scan and simple antibiotics solved it'.
'Doctors checked you, you got a medical scan and a combined diagnosis solved the problem'
'But I searched online...'
 I realized that my search scared back then too. I actually thought I was going to die.
'And less than five thousand solved the problem'
 I add as if I don't know what he was talking about.
 The doorbell rings and I look away.
'Ade, the doctor will see you, he's here'
 I am quiet as I show my doctor the boil in the middle of my spine.
Henrik winced on spotting it and I start to cry.
'That's why I didn't want to show you', I grumbled wiping away tears.
The doctor writes a prescription and rips out the notes.
'Am I dying?'
'No, just vitamins deficient and everything else is fine'
'Are you taking your supplements?', Henrik asked and I scratched my head.
'Oh my God, Ade'
'I know, I forget sometimes'
'You know what, we will take them together'
'But you hate them'
'We will hate to love them together'
 I hug him.

  I know I seem petty and crazy right now, but sometimes it's all a mixture of pain, emotions running wild.

  So bite me, I'm only human and now I have to go and shower and get rid of centipedes and nematodes on my clothes. Those bugs could kill you know...

**Season 2, Episode 41**
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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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