Tonight the moon is full and my hope is renewed as I set out to just meet you. I have lost our friendship and got tired of the sinking ship that dragged me under as you were submerged. The Genesis of the problem is that I failed to get help and fought to not care. And the repercussions of this is that I'm not here, even though I shout here. Little is heard from me because right now my screams are whispers. Long heard and drowned by that which I love to down. T think I lived without alcohol for all these months, the taste of magic starts jack me. It stings and bites me and separates like lightning. All that I dreamed was lost has now been found. Not at the bottom of the bottle, but by the taste of your lips. Saying to me that you care, with each passing cheer.
Yes, I started out clueless. Not knowing what to do next. Didn't want to go be next and Prayed hard until they said yes.
Missing my childhood, lost in a trap. Reviewed how I was going about my business, watching people be my witness.
I read about all the riches and Tried many ways. Filled my head with wishes and then the 'Yes's' kept coming....
Interesting that tonight there is a full moon, I kind of dreamt I was transformed. Not into some foreign creature alien to my native land. No. What I became was a strong jawed female hyena that sipped on and lapped up on local palmwine brewed with love. No love lost, as I stand pray and binge watch the video of a Japanese pucker fish. If you haven't heard the voice of David Attenborough Voi e over this small but mighty fish. Please do.
Yes I was a pack leader racing through the Savannah. But more than that,my mate was waiting. Prepared and anxious for my arrival.
This was nothing but a dream within a dream. And like all dreams, it was time to wake up.
Maybe my punch had more than vodka in there, I suspect tequila. And our locally brewed paraga, I suspect buruku brewed from guinea seeds. All I know is that this mixture is strong and I can't tell where I am.
Nothing but an old poem from former me can get me back on track.
As I read the words from way back, I picture my frame of mind and start to remember. This has nothing to do with any friend or family. This is all about me.....
The Year started with a Crude Joke
Weighing heavily on the People's hope
Until suddenly their yokes broke
Marching steadily well provokedF
Floating patiently with breast strokes
Until suddenly their yoke broke
Knowing painfully we can't cope
With prices heavily on our fathers yoke
The Year has started with a Crude Joke
The Oil we celebrated now leaves us broke
Praying tirelessly on our knees
Until finally our yoke broke
A Crescent Moon has morphed into a full Moon.
Should not upset you
The silver hues
Mixed with white spoons
Just a way of saying
I love You
Come back to me, youthful happy Ade. I know you will....
**"ADE'S JOURNAL" Season 2 Episode 102**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 102, COPYRIGHT 2017*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2017**
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