Whispers Of Words and thoughts I long to share, please pass and hug me dear. The impact of shock and my despair, merely make me know that I am yet to comprehend.
It's a poetic verse I know, more like an ode to you my dear. This month was filled with fear and scares of things I won't even dare. The stupid game of truth and dare, made me relive my sin and quake in fear. But I own my mistakes and raise my head my dear, because this life we hide when people know we are scared. I will say my truth my dear, I miss you breathing close to me here. I wouldn't try to replace your sweetened air, only get close to others so I can be heard. I'm crying because I hear, that soon I won't miss you my dear. But I know it's all lies and I will be honest right here. My best friend faded only decades ago and guess what? I still miss her, like it was a moment ago.
I wanted to make a statement without burning out all the oil in me.
I was exhausted and my new craving for orange juice, kept me going as if I was on coffee. I am sure you can't understand my cravings, but for someone addicted to sugar and lacking vegetable meals. Oranges make the womb and colon happy and fresh. My diet worries me, not because I have any medical issues, but my mum's low sugar brought on by the lack of complete meals in her system. Has got me worried, yes I am perturbed by it all. I do try to eat more but I've suddenly gone back into one meal per day and it's not a very healthy one for that matter. Mostly seafood, beef or chicken with plenty juice and if I remember, a cucumber. The only time I have carbohydrates is when I have guests.
I remember as a child, crying and begging my mum that I didn't need food. All I want is protein and juice or sweet raw vegetables. It sounds healthy right? Well proportions and portions could make it healthy, actually more veggies would. But I'm out of time too many times and well, I just looked up at the clock and it's evening already.
My annoying door bell rings and I sigh and just stop working. I look at the monitor and then see someone that looks like Nnoye but I can't be sure.
I smile and then I go to the door with fibres stuck to my clothes and my tape rule around my neck like a layered neck piece.
I actually turn to my reflection and smile at the idea that pops up in my head. This is exactly what I am going to wear.
'Ade, Ade'
I heard her but I was too busy smiling at what my creative mind had conjured up.
''Vanity Queen', Nnoye tapped me and I smiled at her.
'Don't mind me', I say and hug my friend.
'See all the effort I made to look good and you are there admiring your own reflection'
'Nnoye, naw vex'
I looked at her and she was well placed together and the hair, I ran my hands into its silky strands all perfect in symmetrical curls. Nnoye was all out to impress and I know her plan.
'I am not going', I insist and go back on my machine.
'Are you making all these?'
'Im actually looking for a fabric that will give me that African chic effect, that says I am single, not searching but men roll over and ladies... Go ahead and ask who this designer is'
Nnoye was bust touching the fabrics and nodding her head.
'They look expensive', she approved.
'One of a kind and a grand hybrid gesture, I had them made specifically for our specials'
'You really want to explode'
'Did you not hear the twins, your style took a dive when you stopped beeb dressed by me. So I have to outdo myself, and I have not worked in a long time'
'There young girls won't kill us and that they are models, makes it even worse. Ade, I have not been to a saloon since I was maybe months pregnant. As in even to groom my own hair, my hair stylist was horrified when she saw the ends of my hair. She practically chopped off half my hair because there were so many split ends'
'So underneath the wigs...'
'....Was a dying hair mass'
'In a way, the C twins helped'
'Exactly and I brought food ooo, I know you like your juice but I also brought seafood'
'Lobsters?', I asked listening to my stomach sing.
'Ade, I can hear your stomach. Abeg make we chop'
It was the best lobsters I have had in ages and the steaming hot with basmati rice was tasty and delicious.
'Ade you finished your food'
'Yep, yesterday I had oranges and grilled chicken with carrots and green beans. In the morning ooo, so yes I am hungry'
'We all are and this time, we will achAchi it all'
I cracked open the lobsters first and then I shout as if late to the party.
'Amen ooo', Nnoye and I were back to been friends.
'Where ya children?'
'Ade with their papa, leaf Danial Ojora where him dey ooo. I am coming for him'
I did not ask, I just wanted the white eat within the soft red outer shell. And finding it with my tongue and canines, I chewed and relished the tasty delight.
Thank God for sending Nnoye to deliver this delicious meal and then her phone rang. Only it was not hers and I saw Mr. H and a lady locking arms on the screen.
Nnoye was a little embarrassed and whispered as my lobster dropped from my hands.
**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 22**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 22, COPYRIGHT 2018*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2018**
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