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Thursday, 8 March 2018

Chaos Upon Chaos


    Dust Marbles Floating By, making sure I ask all the reason why. Standing tall as the intense sun rays smash hard at me. As the edge of my eyeballs ache from an eclipse like sun shining hard at me. Sweating profusely I try not to grumble, after all the sunshine isn't past noon so it's safe right?
Plucked and Ripe, I try to keep up the smile, as I look at the flipped lens that captures my happy mood. Round beads of sweat spring up on my face and I dab quickly at my face and try to get my skin absent of all the sweat without the prickly heat.
It's so worth it you know, capturing me in the best natural light. I can't wait to upload it on Instagram and count all the likes. I guess my vanity bar is rising profusely. I wont stand here and daydream, I will only stay if you have ice cream in this blazing heat.
 Shocked and ripe is my wish, as an old love interest shows up with a large bowl of vanilla and strawberries ice cream. His smile feels familiar and refreshing and as we both walk back into my office, I laugh. It's kind of funny he caught me taking selfies, I don't think I have done that around him ever. I tuck and hide away my phone as I laugh at his snide remarks, his words aren't important and then I realize where I am.
I bring out my phone and check the date a time and none of it shows. I have to stay here and breathe and try to wake up from this dream.
Rock solid and stuck is my frozen time even if it's me trapped in what I want, what I expect and what has already happened.
I have to reshape my pride and as I look up at my ex, I see he is trying to get my attention and I am seriously trying to wake up.
    Yet I stand here with grace as a familiar voice speaks to me in French language.
'oui vous pouvez changer la situation surprenante en une situation positive...', seems to be all I am able to get hear as I start to wake up.
Plucked suddenly from the clutches of sleep, I realize it's Henrik's voice telling me in French that yes I can....
 I open my eyes to my soft words, agreeing with his positive affirmations.
'Je peux..'
 I flinched at the sight of my ex, he looked odd without his trademark afro and absent also were his old school diplomatic style suit. He looked smart and dressed young, indicative of a young lover. It's the first time that Mr. H stepped into my office, at least this year. I was not embarrassed I had fallen asleep again, in my own office. It seemed cozy and relaxing en but was not a good habit to pick up.
'You speak French now?'
'Un peu...', I freeze and smile because I realize I am still speaking French.
Mr. H is delighted and makes himself comfortable.
'A little', I add and sit up.
'I called but...'
'I sent a text'
'I got it and I can see you are very much in love'
'You can tell'
'Your afro is gone, your clothes shave off a decade at least'
'Its Caro'
 He said it like I was supposed to know her.
'The one that claimed she too was pregnant for Daniel Ojora'
 I chuckled because it sounded like a joke.
'Laugh all you want but this is real...'
'And Baratu?'
'We are officially divorced next month and I would like to televise my engagement...'
 Honestly, I wanted to laugh but he was dead serious.
'Why not?'
'On Nnoye's platform with me your ex, producing the show?'
'What else could be more scandalous?'
 His words made me think and try to see how it all fits in.
'So who is the father?'
'It doesn't matter...'
'People talk, it does...'
'The baby died'
'I'm so sorry'
'Her blood pressure was to the roof and it was all an array of complications and rhesus factor and...'
'Is Caro alright?'
'She is now, I was the last person she called before she passed out'
'What about her sister?'
'The baby was her former fiance's'
'...As in....'
'She and he were', Mr. H locked his fingers.
'Explain to me why you are okay with all this?'
'I have only this life to live, I was spiralling down into a bitter horrible person. And my first instinct was to ignore this young girl with loose morals. But she is a person and my putting aside my selfish self-esteem, saved her life'
'I get that you are human, but you two...'
'When she woke up, she grumbled and wished I turn into her sister. Confessed all her sins and prayed to change it all, all her mistakes mistakes​ and selfishness. Her prayer could have easily been mine. I made it my mission to reunite the two sisters'
'And did you?'
'You bet ya'
'That is impressive'
'Do you know that I am the first guy she is with that didn't want her sister first'
'That is terrible, I mean not you two together but....'
'I know, but she wants to be on TV and I remember I still have a contract with you'
'Indeed you do'
'But it's now limited to specials'
'I got the reviewed contract proposal'
'So, fit us in. Get me the proposal of a lifetime and our deal is still in intact'
'Nnoye won't like it'
 'But the drama'
   Mr. H stands up and hugs me and I shake my head and laugh. Ajoke walks in on us arm in arm and I turn to her and she was not smiling.

  Too much drama this year, I don't even know where to start...

**"ADE'S JOURNAL" Season 3 Episode 7**
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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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