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Thursday, 3 May 2018

Delicious Dreams


   Knock on my head again and you will see what I will do to you. Crawl up my many hairs springing up and standing at attention on my chocolaty dark skin and I will crush those your spiny little limbs. Clips that hurt with little pressure as I nimble on my soaked nails that bend easily underneath my peachy pink tongue. The cravings are higher now because I haven't eaten, but the disappointment my taste buds feel quench the hunger pangs that reach up and out to collect the dark delight coming their way. The cake is bland and the vanilla frosting tastes like lime saturated strawberries. My taste buds are all over the place and only one thing can soothe the desires it longs for. It's dark chocolate and as soon as it hits me I melt and sink into a milky way...
     Now I am indulging, I think I lost five kg. So I can splurge and binge for a moment.
The amount of plane crash recorded within this first half of the year scares me and the fact that I have to get on one is not helping matters.
Nnoye found an event with us as special someone guests in Abuja, I have not been in two years. Which is the longest I've done in a long time. As in, since I left Abuja because of a failed fake relationship. I've not really considered it home. I once thought I could make it home but as sane as it seems, it's just not for me. Catching up with old friends from secondary school was precious but running into Khadijatu was not. Her child had grown and she looked stressed but alright, she actually targeted yhit event so she could catch up.
The array of people and care they showed and compassion towards me was great, it's good to connect to sane people.
Khadijatu's daughter was unruly and caused a scene, time and time again. None of which was her fault and I was impressed by people's tolerance of her awkwardness. Nigerians were more aware of how to deal with special needs children and Khadijatu seemed better equipped than the last time  I watched her with her child. She seemed and explained to all as she hands out awareness flyers and help centers parents and guardians can reach out to.
She smiled like she used to when we were friends and seemed genuinely happy. But Khadijatu had a history of making her life look perfect. The real question is, whose life is perfect anyways.
 I watched Nnoye rock the ASO Oke Jumpsuit I made for her, with embroidery and pearls at its hem and collar. The pink and white stripes remind me of my ten years old ASO Oke outfit frame sitting in my parents living room. It was pure joy to watch her smile and enjoy been the center of attention. I just was glad I got our outfits ready in time.
'Ice cream?', Khadijatu asked while clutching a white piece of cloth.
'No thanks', I add a little paranoid.
'Its my mantle'
'What?', I asked a lot more confused.
'I was going to tell you but my prophet said I should invite you...'
 I didn't let her land, what is it with oeoppe and religious objects.
'Your destiny will change once my prophet prays for you'
 I half nod my head and then look around for anyone who will rescue me from this weird brainwashing.
'Hey ladies', Ajoke squealed as she walks in and lights an already lit room.
I screamed and hugged her and she dragged me towards Nnoye, Ajoke looked great in her daring playsuit. I made it for her in bold spiral violet and gray adire fabric, we all shined and glowed as the paparazzi enjoyed taking pictures. I came alive explaining the inspiration for my designs and my creative process. The way people beamed and caught my joy made it all worthwhile, but I was not the kind of brand available everywhere.
It always amazes me, when people suggest I be like everyone else and be all over the place. Well they are entitled to their own opinions and I am too.
 The food was great and I missed eating ram suya, I don't know why in Lagos they prefer to use cows.
Anyways, tonight was fun and as we head back home into a plane. I smiled, because I knew we were safe. I always take the window seat and enjoy comparing Abuja landscape with Lagos's.

 Another goal achieved, new goals made and new sewing projects coming up. Life is a beautiful canvas and as I sketched and draw out new potential fashion illustrations, I beam and smile with pure joy

 A sharp angry knock stops me and as I look up at my door, one name comes up.... Frank...

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 23**
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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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