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Friday 27 April 2018

Packed In Little Packages


  Packed in little packages are the thoughts I have of you today. Slow and steady I tell you does not always win the race. It's a long hard marathon, this Journey I have embarked upon. And as I wish you all the best, I ask you to pucker up and prepare and then just be ready. Because this is a long hard road and as you travel, you must be willing to roll down and tumble. Get bruised and be ridiculed, but do not falter and do not listen to them. You have your eyes on your goals and be stronger and rise again. Only those that endure make it to the finish line and don't just tell the story of how dreams almost became reality. This time my dear you will love it and taste it and enjoy all of it. Ssshhh, you are almost there.
     The smile on your face is warm and lingers on like a beautiful cloud underneath a plane, gliding and descending down to it's destination. And with his soothing mellow voice, I turn to hug him and cannot understand why he is not there.
   Was it a dream?
I hug the pillow and smell it, as if I could somehow smell his aftershave. There was nothing and I roll over to the bedside cupboard and grab his aftershave. I can someone the pillow and hug it tight.
I have forgotten that Ajoke was sleeping over since Bala had taken the twins to see their grandpa. The women were given breaks and encouraged to just relax. And Ajoke chose to sleep over after she made me go to the noisiest club I have been in since my late twenties.
She was still watching me and I didn't want to stop sniffing my late husband's aftershave. I'm sure I looked like an addict to her or some crazy widow. There were tears in my eyes but not for crying sake, but because I kind of felt him massage my upper arm. As if saying, rest well my dear. I removed the pillow and put it under my head to elevate myself.
Ajoke didn't say a word, she just got into bed beside me and hands me a glass of sweetened orange juice. We are trying to be alcohol free for now and so far so good.
'Bammm, GBA be'
 Ajoke announced as she holds a mini vodka bottle that magically appeared out of nowhere.
'Babe, I am basking in a dream with Henrik'
'And you think I don't know that, don't let me tell you what you said while you were dreaming oooo'
'Ajoke, it's a lie jare. I did not say anything'
 She poured in all the vodka and clicked both our glasses.
'I will drink to that'
  I snatched her drink and smelled it.
'But it's too early for vodka naww'
 Ajoke breaks out laughing and I taste just orange juice and no alcohol.
'Ade you self, I am an adult'
'... With twin children, abeg I can't shout'
'So the Twin C's, gist me again what happened'
'The long and short of it, they snobbed her...'
'Who snoobbed who? Say it again'
'Ajoke, girls are not smiling, they gave her one look eh. That made Nnoye bite her finger and shake her hand as if she was snapping her fingers'
'How, like making music?'
 Ajoke snapped her fingers and I place them in my clasped hands.
'No, like she is flogging her fingers'
 And I showed Ajoke.
'Kai, the C twins are awful'
'Awful ke? Because of them I am changing Nnoye's entire wardrobe'
'I told her, Ade. I told her, but did she listen? Ajoke is materialistic, Ajoke like to try too hard...See now, eh'
'Its worse than you think oooo, she has started a diet'
'Make she just dey chop dey go wide brekete, person wet no get hips or shape'
'Ah ah, don't abuse my client oooo'
'Me self want sew'
'What happened to your haute couture French and Italian designer's?'
'Ade they have exceeded my expectations for our special, now I want to see if you can match or exceed their design'
'This our bet eh, na Celine fit cut am'
'Oyaya, call her'
 The phone range and a well made up Celine with fresh twists and natural afro curls greeted us.
'Celine, wetin happen?'
'Girls are not smiling oooo, Pierre has a new client. Her diction eh, Kai e fear me. Her style is like she copied and pasted from Audrey Hepburn and her natural African curls made me grin. Abeg the girl set no be Small'
 Ajoke was pinching me, she set the girl up to get Celine to make an effort. This bedridden state they made her stay in is driving her into depression. And Ajoke promised to get her out of it, me I begged her not to ooo. Not that I don't trust Pierre but na man oooo.
'This is Celine', I cheered with Ajoke backing me up.
'I am back bitches', she bragged and I covered my mouth as we could see.
'What?', clueless Celine asked.
And as she looks back and spots Pierre's girls smiling and giggling. They run into her and rub at her protruding stomach.
'Our brothers are on the way'
 I was released her swear words were ignored and that Pierre didn't hear her. From what I heard, this new girl intimidating Celine never used bad language.

  NA WA ooo, this battle is endless...

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 21**
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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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