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Wednesday, 28 March 2018

Like It Happened Before


   Swiftly I skid across the river and paddle vigorously as I kick and float. The semi circle is incomplete, the crescent moon is over done and the cold air is escalating. If you didn't know me before now, you would envy me. Be deceived into thinking I was bonding together for a meaningless purpose. The aim is unclear, even if most of the time, I am in denial. I have bonded together to end it all, to die here and not in a ugly manner, no. I have come here, not to drown but to float. I didn't know the real reason, until it was too late. I asked the question too ear into the journey and did not prepare for the perilous waters. My comrade has made this journey, three times now. And twice he almost drowned. For the third journey, he trained and swam in the sports stadium. He was the envy of many who watched and a twenty year old man trained with him. To test their abilities, they jumped into an angry Lagos lagoon and he made it across from the Ikorodu shores to the trepidations as I finally cross the CMS slanting shores. Sadly, I alone made it. My companion had drowned and I did not notice. Only when that suicidal doctor jumped into the Lagoon and the wrong body was fished out, did I know for sure that it was him. The face filled with false dreams of swimming from Morocco to Spain to get the European dream. At least, he was making an effort, I told my inner self. I on the other hand, was completely lost. I did not know how to swim, was lied to and sold unrealistic lies. Told that from the shores of Gambia, that I would see Italy. My swimmer friend laughed and asked me where Gambia was on the map of Africa. The last time I held a map, was in secondary school. I hated School, didn't pay attention. But lied and said I loved School. I failed woefully and lied to my parents that I passed. I left for Lagos, because I lied I was admitted into two universities there. And when on my trip to Lagos, at the busy Enugu market. That was where my money ended. It is also, where I met my swimming friend. Not before I met my pimp and human trafficking gangster. I watched in awe, a well dressed and could smell his designer perfume from two miles. I watched him tell an eager crowd about going by boat to Europe. That sounds even better than going to Lagos, I thought. Just imagine what my parents would say when I call them from Italy. But I had no money, so I did the best I could. I sold my soul to this devil on the streets of Enugu market square. He was rich and very sharp, as I turned. He grabbed my hands and said out loud that the next time they see me. That I would be clad in gold and designer clothes. I was embarrassed but he reassured me that once every year, he found a beautiful light skinned gem he sponsors. And asked if I was lazy. I disagreed and he gave me his leather pouch. It was heavy and when his phone rang, he told me to pick it up. I opened the bag and it was an iPhone 7. Live and in living colour and the crisp hundred dollar notes all around it made my eyes light up. He was collecting a thousand five hundred from educated idiots like my self. Well, I didn't go past secondary school, but as far as I told him. I'm in Unilag on holiday. It was after I have been housed fed and used to convince the rich desperate illegal immigrants to drop more money. That I met my swimming friend. He was irritated by my scrubby hands attempting to touch his hard limbs. He asked me for my story and like a shark, my pimp circled and tried to stop him. My swimming friend was traveling that night and paid for my freedom from his jaws. I cost a thousand five hundred and on our way to Europe, I learned how gullible and naive I have been.
  This circle got tight and drowning people all around, held on to my swimming friend, dragging us to the bottom of the Morrocan sea. My feet touched sand and my lungs start to fill up with water. Just like the story of bullet ants circling and Drowning together. We were all going to die. I opened my eyes and thought of the letter I sent to my parents. The lies I sold about Europe, now I would be one of the African bones at the bottom of the sea. Lining the shores of Spain, drowning in the lies Educated Idiots Like Myself buy. But my swimming friend swam towards me and lifts me high up, out of the waters to the shores. We were just a few meters from Spain. Pumping water from my lungs, I coughed and breath again and then looked all around me. From the one thousand people on our boat, only twenty of us made it. Then my swimming friend shouts at me. Run, they are coming.....
  Why was I dreaming about the perilous journeys of illegal immigrants?
The last time I did, Henrik drove me past old colonial buildings. As Henrik and I walked round, we took turns trying to lift the heavy gates on display and then laughed at how we missed the signs that said don't touch.
 I was laughing and the someone bumped I to me. It was Ajoke and the twins and then I shrieked and wake up.
'Where you sleep walking?', Ajoke asked as her twins chase themselves around me .
'No', I answered in a cheeky tone.
 Ajoke nudged me and asked, ''re you awake?'
'I told you I am, I snapped at her and yawned loud and for a long stretch.
'I should organize another visit to the therapist...'
'That would be so cool, but I'm going back to bed'
 'Bala is grilling bolongo'
 That was all I needed to hear, a form of grilled beef that was fresh and smokey, what else could a hungry lady like me ask for?
  What in the barbecue, it was delicious. It was a lovely gesture and just what I needed to relax.

 Today is an odd day and then my phone vibrates. The unknown caller made me a little anxious.

  Should I ignore it or pick it up....
What do you think?

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 13, COPYRIGHT 2018**

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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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