Trickling down a pregnant sky, strong screams escape her aching lips as cold winds blow at her cay skin. This land already soaked and full experience more rain. The high lands escape the gathered waters, the low lands collect her shattered dreams. The prison walls hear whispers from inmates with rich relatives. Once on the path to becoming governor but smashed by religious paranoid delusional. The courtyard is trampled by broken dreams, stepped on by lost children caught wondering the Lagos streets. Kept alive by generous riches, built from hard working women. The food given exceeds those that guard it. The crops planted, all organic and fresh. The poultry animals fat from natural nutrients, the envy of the jailers. How cruel are dreams of grandeur, how wicked are false hopes of crossing the seas. To a land that hates poor migrants and only wants the riches of dreamers glad they barely made it. Made it in this cruel crude world.
Drumming on the wings of steel, I watch the wings latch tilt and prepare to take off.
It's a beautiful day to travel, although the rains scare me.
Yes, our flight was delayed and the weather made us wait three days before actually traveling to Fiji. Annoying but thank God our visas are not just for week. Like the lady celebrating her fiftieth birthday in Fiji. She made it clear she had been robbed of three days and insisted the airline compensate. She informed me her lawyers had sued and she was going to use the money to pay for another week in Fiji.
Mrs. Green was not playing and encouraged me to do the same.
I smile and nod my head like a typical Nigerian and just wonder. Why don't we like to sue airlines, are we too busy to fight for our rights?
As I ponder on the question plaguing my tired mind. I just watch Henrik. We had another epic fight and he claimed I did not tell him about Nnoye betraying his friend. The one that paid for this trip. And I remind him he didn't, this trip was paid for by Daniel's mother because of me. It did not come out right and he said I always throw it in his face that I am Daniel Ojora's preferred choice. It was ugly.
I was glad it played out at home but Celine had to stop us from screaming at each other.
And he added insult to injury by insisting I end the ridiculous pity contract with Mr. H.
That broke the camel's back and I stormed out.
Where did I go? Not to a hotel or my parents or brothers, nope.
I moved to Celine's, left her with m ridiculous, selfish husband.
I screamed at the couch and at the entrance door. I was expecting him to walk in and dared him to.
Celine entered first as I paced up and down the living room.
'Henrik is sorry...'
'Out of pity?'
'It did not come out right, he thought you asked him....'
'Then Henrik has no clue who I am'
'Ade, he is jealous'
'So he reduces my hard earned Business... To pity?'
'His logic was you don't need the money'
'So I should collect his money, and when he has hard times, fall into depression, listen to the world call me lazy for accepting his law and command?'
'Ade we both know you are not your mother'
'Celine, tell me how. I'm with a man I swore loved my independence but reduces it to men pitying me?'.
'This is different'
'Ko le bo lo would eleyi.. Not this one, not this time'
'He has done it before?'
What is wrong with my friend.
'Whose side are you on?'
'Fiji's side'
Her answer made me stop pacing, I was in genuine shock.
'It sounds like what you would say'
'Me, but not you'
'Ade, make up with your possessive husband'
'I would never have married him if he was'
'So, if Henrik's ex fiancé have him a job...'
'I won't have a problem with it'
'But she did and he rejected it'
'He can afford to'
'Not then, not when the dollar exchange skyrocketed'
'He didn't tell me'
'Because he knew you would say go for it. Ade, it's not everyone that can handle been around an ex'
'Well, I can'
I say with hands across my chest.
'I saw when Frank kissed you, on the street. In your former house. You didn't want him to, but for a second... You didn't fight him, he knew how to get you'
'Mr. H would not....'
'Ade, na man oooo'
I sighed and sit on the couch.
'How am I supposed to go back into my own house?'
'With your head raised up high'
I look up at Celine.
'You really want to go to Fiji'
'Yes, Pierre will have to top this holiday... Abeg, do it for love. Or you don't love Henrik anymore?'
I slap her wrist and grab her as I wiggled out of the couch.
'Silly girl, of course I do'
I feel cramps and pause.
'Please have this baby in Fiji.. Not here, not now'
'I'm not due, silly'
As we step out, we bump into Henrik.
'I am so sorry I haven't at your honour and hard work like that. I swore I would never be one of those primitive men... And I am one. Forgive Me'
I hug him back.
'And I should have told you about Nnoye, but I was been primitive and secretive...'
'You know the worst part...'
'What?'
'I remember you told me...'
I turn to Celine behind me, with my I told you said face.
'I just don't like Mr. H coming around. Especially since he is the first guy that dumped you'
I slap his back and he carries me out of the guest house.
'Don't sleep off, in case the airline calls', Celne screamed as we leave he behind.
Now, on the plane... My husband squeezed my hands and I kiss it.
Unfortunately for him, the words that play on my mind are those I find hard to believe.
Henrik is right, the only man that dumped me is back in my life.
And I am not exactly sure, how I feel about this. Oh no, he is right.
The viper has slithered back In...
The flight to Fiji takes off and so does another chapter in my life. Here we go.
I was lost in thoughts when the meal tray arrived. And, I swear to God who made me, I had the most delicious Eba and Egusi soup with stock fish. I just found out that stock fish is actually cod fish, caught and dried naturally in the cold Norway and shipped to Nigeria. I munched and destroyed every bit of it and looked up to see Henrik staring at me. Did I mention that he was the one that ordered the meal. Well, no worries. I blamed the cravings on our unborn babies. Please don't judge me...
**Season 2, Episode 46**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 46, COPYRIGHT 2017*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2017**
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