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Saturday 16 September 2017

A Viscous Cycle Of Lies


   A tiny moon hides far behind thick dark clouds, hiding or fighting to get out. I'm not sure, all I know is that the sun will shine again but when. In how hours do I need to be free and unafraid?
Minute liquid droplets encircle the air trapped around a frozen crystal, suspended and defying gravity. All banded together above everyone and everything.
Then wind constantly rises and tried to crash me, but my plan is to be focused and shine. Who's with me?
     In this cold windy night, the last time I heard the wind howl like this, was in Jos. The hills were just an arm length away and the grass lay flat underneath my rafia mat. Woven with love and skill, far in the deep Cross Riverine side. Planted with love and care and sold to one of our instructors in the beautiful Sheri Hills. He supplied us with a barrier to protect us from the ants and slugs, depending on how moist the earth was. And the women had sweet delicacies, grilled flavours that depleted our pocket money and savings. Lovel
The winds howled and cried as bush babies hopped from one tree to the other.
The resting place we stayed and laughed, under the sun, closer because we were on a plateau. How majestic these memories are and how beautiful my smile gets when I remember the good times.
'You are reminiscing about your secondary school again'
 There was jealousy in his voice and a little anger.
'Why do you get like that any time I mention my friends?'
'Because you act like they are special'
'And the rest of us aren't?'
'Awww, that's so sweet'
 Henrik didn't think so, he shoved my hand away from his face and I felt a little hurt.
'Sweetheart, I don't know what to say'
 He looks at me and then sighs and closes the gap between us.
'Tell me about me'
'What do you want to know?'
'I want to get into your head...'
'You want to read my journal...'
     I dragged my voice and reach for my journal tucked under my pillow.
'Nope, I want your unfiltered words about me now'
'You are been needy right now...'
'And handsome when your eyes light up with questions. What's going on?'
'You act all independent, which is great. 
But I want to know you will miss me, that I'm irreplaceable'
'Honey, you are. I would not proudly add this weight and carry twin babies for any other man'
'Are you sure?'
'There was a time I would just look at a guy and say, his shape of head is good enough to have his baby'
'So my head shape is a plus'
 'And your way with words and don't get me started with those icy dreamy eyes'
'So I'm eye candy'
'Definitely and see how you are with your friends and former friends. So mature and wise'
 The howling winds picked up, as if agreeing with me.
'What else?'
'We connected...', I add and cup my hands over his warm face.
'We continue to connect and my eyes follow you, every time we are in the same space'
 He smiled and blushed.
'You still do that?', he teased me.
'Of course and I love the way your eyes search to see if I'm still checking you out'
'I have to keep searching, you are beautiful and the men just won't leave you alone'
 This time, I blushed.
'So you know I'm hot....'
'And I'm replaceable'
'Irreplaceable dear, one in seven billion'
 I do not have to tell you how lovely and mind blowing the night progressed.

    I'm back at work today, I know it's Saturday and I miss Ajoke and the twins. But she will be back on Tuesday. Which is Fantastic, I just have to survive this day.
Nnoye is on her way, yes she gave me a few days to decide and also... She's coming over with more lobsters. I refused to eat anything, so that I can eat it all.
My P.A and her colleague too are anxious, it's their first lobster and we are all waiting.
Nnoye steps in wearing a white lace jump suit. It had enough allowance to accommodate her pregnancy and I got jealous.
'You look like a real housewife of Victoria Island'
 I say as we hug and our baby bumps bump heads.
'Ade, I need to tell you the truth. Stop with the shift gowns'
 I chuckled, I did get lazy with my choice of clothes. But seeing her look great in that outfit made me want to go shopping.
'You shopped without me'
'Its Celine's collection and I got you one in honey and another in chocolate brown'
 The bag of gift smelled delicious and as I unwrap them, I smile.
'How did you pay?'
'Not with mine, I told Henrik to be more generous...'
'You are a reflection of me, if I'm the only one making the effort. Then you make me look bad'
'You are right shaaa, I have not shopped in a long, long time'
'So do we eat first or discus business'
 I look at the bags with our meals and tap my fingers on my front teeth.
'I will do it because of the scandal, but I will not be a referee in this fight'
'The Ojora's won't angry'
'And I look like I will get involved'
 Nnoye clapped her hands.
'Yesssss, my best friend is on board. Let's call Celine'
'She is not available'
'Ajoke didn't tell you?'
'So you don't know'
'Know what'
'Ajoke is in Paris with the twins'
'Celine almost lost her baby'
'Ade, this is unacceptable'
  She jumped up.
'You had your own challenges'
'I'm going to France'
'No', I didn't want to be the only one in the group that could not go to France.
'Is she back?'
'Ajoke will be back on Tuesday'
'Alright fine, let's start my own journey to winning back my man'
'Exactly, eyes on the goal'

  You don't need to say it, but yes I was been very selfish. I feel like somehow, Nnoye is replacing me in this our famous three, now the famous four. I'm becoming possessive and territorial about it all.
Am I a bad friend because of this? Maybe, but at least, let me be the most relevant while I am still living here in Nigeria. I only six more months to go....

 Na die I dey...


**"ADE'S JOURNAL" Season 2, Episode 62**
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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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