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Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Sweets In The Dessert


    The secret to a sweet dream is a delicious memory, soaked in happy times shared in unconditional laughter. It is childhood unlimited, me climbing from one inside burglary proof wroght iron bars arranged in irregular rectangles. As I hope from one window to the other I laugh and cheer up my siblings, urging them to join me in this fun playtime. The gurgling sound of their laughing childishly, makes me tilt my head back and laugh and I can't let go. Not yet because it would be game over. My brother can't hold on, he falls back on the floor laughing and us remaining kids, swing and race to the finish line. I hurry because I am too happy to hold on and I jump to the box in the ground floor. I make it and watch my sister and remaining brother fall to the ground laughing hysterically. I urge them to join me but they don't and I fall to the ground, crying joyfully and then I crawled to them and we do a group hug as we all get to the finish line. The family that plays together, grows old together. And as I think of the words and wake up from a beautiful memory....
   So much has happened and so much has changed, but the more it does the more things remain the same. Yesterday the rains fell briefly and then the cold weather embraced me. That was yesterday, today a raging sun slaps and attacks me.
 I normally would not go outside, yes I admit I am not an outdoor person. I prefer going out just before noon and then after four in the afternoon.
 I do own my own business and choose who I work for, but lately I feel like I miss the outdoors.
The beach party was great but that wicked sun just dehydrated me. Also the last time I was at a resort, I was not liking the harsh sunlight.
 So what does that say about me?
    I so love the outdoors and I want to be there but the sun is not cooperating with me. Well the heatstroke is just not helping matters.

  Anyways, it looks like when I miss the outdoors a lot.. I always remember playtime with my siblings. It's like in that moment I become me from my preteen years, my subconscious is happy and takes me back.
I just need to do something about it or let go.

 Alan is calling me and I smiled briefly and then pick up the phone. I want to say a lot but instead I listen and then I get to say my mind. Which is full of a lot of many things to say.
'So did they find her?'
 His question made me remember my last journal entry. Ajoke had a family member stolen and now everyone in that household had to check in by fingerprinting themselves in.
It was actually Ashabi's step granddaughter that was stolen by a maid and Ransomed for money. The maid and driver had colluded to steal the child, bits bad feeling.
Yes you heard me, a bad feeling made the mother go back home and the absence of her car and the maid made her raise an alarm.
That saved the child because the car was tracked to Seme border. Any time less and it would have been too late. The poor woman had tried IVF five times and had almost given up, when her miracle baby arrived. Like many great news, someone else is calculating how they can extort from the situation. The driver had worked for a decade with the family, knew they wanted a child. The maid had been there for almost a year and seen her carry the baby to term and give birth to the bouncing baby girl.
Yet their joy was perverted and swapped for greed. The police and the courts have taken over now, thank God.

  Life is just amazing, when you think all is lost you find hope. And when people break your heart, others prove that humanity still exists.... Literarily....

**"ADE'S JOURNAL" Season 3 Episode 3**
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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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