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Thursday, 12 April 2018

The Layers Come Off Easily


  The Layers Come Off Easily as I slowly wake up from history, into a world that shifts easily. Stealing the skills from my slippery skin if need be, to remind me to shed off what does not need to be. The school of hope swims towards me, as I watch their flat and round forms come within reach. I try not to show emotion and smile, like the old me. Swift predators sweep down and scatter all the battalion of sea folks heading my way. It swallowed spiky and rock like beings, crushing them into a pulp and then turns to watch me as I choke or gulp. I am not sure which one I did, but you understand my plight. 
My gills slow to a minimum, mimicking death and my soul fights to hang onto a frightened living casing. We stare at one another as if ready to spring forth a heavy bata dance, on the solid sea rock bed our shadows rest on. There was no time to escape and none to even blink as in a micro second, I was beneath a moist slimy jaw, crushing me into a horrible horizon. My instincts kicked in and like a hardened balloon rock, I became larger than my predators mouth. It’s awkward haphazard razor teeth struggled, to deflate my bloated resilient armor. It starts to choke almost displacing it’s aching jaw and permanently unhinging it from life. In a desperate attempt to survive it throws up enough liquid to thrust it out of my choke hold, isn't life a pleasant surprise. 
    Never have I ever been proud to be this large and as I float and sway, the school return to cheer me for rescuing the others. My one fight to survive, has saved others drowning in the predators slime. We dance briefly, celebrating our victory as another predator approached us all…
       The layers really come off easily, along with our memories of many experiences we share. I admit that I can only sleep easy, when victory is fully in my hands.
A d with life long friends, this only makes it more beautiful. Ajoke and Celine shout I'm silly, even though they understand my battles to create a consistent successful business.   
    How come, you might ask. Why haven’t I mastered this skill of making this reality show a consistent success. Well I have yet to get the angel investor to invest long term into the business for at least ten. I managed to secure five but look how quickly two years has gone by. I only have three years funding left and even the sponsorship has dwindled and forced me to reduce the show to specials. It’s easy to blame the electricity supply or the dollar exchange rate in Nigeria. Also you may ask, should I not have factored into the business the worse case scenario?   
   All of these and more has plagued my creative business centre mind. Truthfully the slayers say they have no choice and as I struggle to create a scandal good enough to get people glued and addicted to my show.
I learn that the claimers can't decide what is mine, so I have to decide what is right. 
 The sound of my name startles me and I jump out of my crazy day dream and back to reality.

     Talk about being fair, I choose to wait until the wicked unruly ghust of winds, stop smacking sand pebbles in my face and on my freshly showered body.
The raging sun shining outside disappears for a moment. And as soon as it does, I leave the shade I his in and start to be on my way. 
We are painting shopping and I have practiced all night and I have my eyes on the a painting in my head. I’ve watched them all month long, online of course. For a long time now, I have not taken fizzy drinks. But in this Lagos heat and humidity, i buckle under my own pressure. My sweat is blinding my eyes now and my face towel is soaked. I signal to a woman carrying a blue plastic basin, carrying frozen drinks.
 I buy drinks from the woman with a red cooler, she gets excited when she spots me.

 This world has not changed, but somehow things change.
 A painting caught my eye, a beautiful child with an untamed afro. The oil painting made me laugh and took me back to my childhood. Right now I’m trying to distract myself from the paintings right in front of me when I spot a familiar stranger. 
‘Ade hi', the male voice said happy to see me.
 I smiled awkwardly and turned my gaze at none other than Daniel Ojora.
‘It has been ages', he adds and grabs my nervous hand.
 I look at him and the feeling of the presence of my Henrik overpowered me.
 I could not be mad or sad, I just smile at my husband's best friend.
 ‘You look well rested'
  I shake my head and forced myself from smiling.
‘Thanks, you look tired’, I add and then we both laughed.
  The way he looked at me with all sincerity, made me feel like I have missed my long lost friend. 
‘Daniel’s baggage was a lot and we did not bring up any of our baggage. 
  We both laugh again and sink back into the bamboo stick walls.
‘Ade, I’m here to get a painting, you?’
‘Same here'

 Turns out he is a has-been, 

  I can not believe my ears but…. The layers don't come off easily.

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 17, 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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