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Saturday, 21 April 2018

Beautiful Blossoms And A Brand New Way


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 20

   Knock on my head again and you will see what I will do to you. Crawl up my many hair springing up and standing at attention  and I will crush those your spiny little limbs. Stay where you are, very far from where I want to be. But don't stop for me or think of me, because I have no room for you. My friend stuck in a black hole the world calls friendship zone. Just stop your superstitious belief that I will magically be yours and no. Don't buy into the bullshit that I am somehow now, brainwashed into thinking you are now appealing. There is no way on earth I will ever give you a chance. You are only the simple honey bee in my way and this African hornet is hungry. And the only thing I want to taste is the delicious goodies dripping from freshly honed wax. Not yours, not ever. Only the one from the hexagonal home of a survivor, one that survives our hives massacre. If any of you does, and as I taste the freshness of the nectar flavor in the honey... My wingspan increases as I dance the victory dance to the beat. Like I expected, no one survived.
     Now you ask me how, please don't. Just ask me when, because the time is here to dance the victory dance. To run the victorious lap and to raise my arms as I cross another finish line.
His perfume was too much and my throat itched and the girls were loud and very tall. All of them are almost six four and slender with beautiful figures. Anthony was weird and shirt but his sisters, tall and beautiful. Only their noses resembled one another or it would all seem like he was claiming falsely to be related to the ladies.
'Me I no get this show thing oh, Charley you go join?'
'Why not and Charlotte too'
 The last twins were the only ones my show appealed to. The remaining sisters did not believe my venture was profitable.
I made them all sign hush-hush agreements and it paid off big time.
Just when I was sure I was made for life and this my show was going to be a hit. I heard a ruckus out in the reception of my office.
 The girls were not nice to Nnoye who equally was as nasty as they bit and chewed at her.
'Who una be self?', Nnoye spat at them with contempt.
''Ask out manager', the twins echoed.
 And the two 'C's' as they will come to be known say with ease and blow us all a kiss.
The look on Nnoye's face was harsh and a little troubling. I just leave my office door open and watch her wheel her two children into my office.
'Don't bother, just take them off me and let me sleep...'
''Nnoye, should we not talk?'
'I've taken pills to help me sleep, Daniel is out of town and the nanny just dumped them without calling'
'Nnoye...'
'Ade, please', she grumbled and coiled into a ball and slept off.
I stare at my P.A. and her colleague and they each scuttled and relieve me of the babies.

 Isn't all of what is happening a big contradiction to how we all expected to end up. NA real waaa....



**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 20**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 20, COPYRIGHT 2018*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, 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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