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Ade's Journal Part 6

Ade's Journal Part 6
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My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

Ade's Journal Part 4

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A Scorpion is not a Lobster

Ade's Journal Part 3

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My Insane Week Before Valentine

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Tuesday, 8 August 2017

August 8th And All It's Goodness


 The predator is massive and swift but my beak just can't retreat. I dive and flap my wings until I feel the massive weight of water from the waterfall. A transparent barrier strong enough to knock me down and out. But not today, today the years of been battered has thickened my son and shoulders and my back. I am stronger because I have taken emotional tourture.
Today, I slice through easily and watch from the cool water wall.
  I'm safe for now abs happy.

  Today is a beautiful day, I want to jump up and scream but all week I've had personal and professional engagements. Holiday is long over and I have a lot of catching up to do.
   I've also long shopped for my special day and I am just chill about the entire day.

What day is today?

   For the first time since I've been on Facebook, I want to delete my profile. Not like erase it permanently but temporarily. At least until my birthday is over.
Very unlike me right?
Yes, it is. I have fought the urge and battled going to my settings to do it.
 But I won't do it, instead I'm using this medium to say happy Birthday To Me.
 Let's see what he would do this year, my husband I mean.
He starts with flowers, the short full stem I like. So that's nice and then jewelry, another pass mark because I can't afford to buy any right now.
The shoes, oh my God. Gorgeous, I almost will never wear them, they look like they can m me fly and slim my legs, like for real. Okay, let me stop. Both feet are swollen now because I am pregnant and will soon give birth.
You want to know the best part?
A first class ticket to America, why is this special?
Because he just would not go back and I began to suspect foul play.
I know I should be happy and I am. Curiosity just got the best of me, so I ask.

'Why now?'
'I wanted our place, not just the family home. Our privacy and a house we bought together, not some house I bought with a woman I never married'

 Yes, he was engaged to be married and ended it. I didn't know they bought that house together. I'm just glad he can afford such a grand gesture.

'She bought it?'
'No, she didn't want it'
'Happy Birthday my August queen. May you live to see all your beautiful dreams come true and enjoy all the fruits of your labor'
'Amen', I add and hug him.

  I baked my cake singing and for Everytime I got a Facebook birthday alert... I liked it and appreciated everyone who was kind enough to remember me.

 The cakes and gifts kept coming but it didn't excite me as much as the company of my friends and family. The hugs, the prayers as the time they sacrificed is the best birthday present ever.

 Although the ice cream is a delicious taste of heaven and then he walks in.
I do not know what to say and thank him but isn't this awkward.

 That is another gist for another day....

**Season 2, Episode 51**
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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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