Icy cold wind hit gently at my warm moist face, it a fabulous relief on this ho thursday morning. I am on my way and I have to admit that I am totally knackered. The week has been hectic and to crown it all up,I have a migraine. One that goes away if I tilt my head in a certain way. My box pleat are even and as I take a gentle but swift stride, it exposes the silk spiral organza butterfly Patten's between my maroon red Ankara fabric. The princess dart does a lot to flatter my top and as the third woman stops to admire my beautiful design. I smile and tell her it's mine.
I've waited a long time for this day and yes, it is not my first design. But it's the first time I have worn and walked on the street with my clothes on. It's me just walking a d enjoying the cold morning. This is Lagos, we don't get many cold mornings, so I will enjoy this one. It's also a time for me to reflect on my life and my plans. Some of my plans have been completed and others linger on in my hyper active gumption. My pencil drawings all stare at me in folders of two hundreds each, all made for an exhibition I haven't done. My fashion illustrations could be published in three full volumes now and my runway collection can't wait to be stitched together forever.
What about my screenplays and production projects? My head swoons as I like up on my aching head all that I need to be done, this year and then the next and then. ..
My head swoons, my heart beat races fast and my eyes spin in its socket, as I start to lose my balance.
One step at a time, I tell myself and start to breath in deeply and slowly until my heart steadies. I have not had a panic attack in a long time. A call comes on my phone and a genuine smile crawls up my now calm face.
My sister is on the phone, Ola is happy and has reached a milestone in her studies. She made the first class she set out to. It was clear she was going to make it, she was just a little worried her project would not be done on time. I am proud of her and she can sense I am not myself.
'What is wrong?'
'Seems when one mission flies, the others die', I grumbled.
'But it will still fly'
' .... Time is going', I add.
'So, just go for it. It's better a little later than a life of regret'.
Her words made me laugh, I understand her and understand that my goals are massive. I just need to put deadlines to them, dates that make them urgent and move them up my to-do list.
Ola's husband is also in a good mood and insists I come around for a visit.
It's not that I don't want to, it's just that this was the year I move to America with Henrik. And since that didn't happen, I am a little unsure of what to do next.
'I miss my only sister'
'Aaww, I miss you too'
'That settles that, I'm going to America', I announce.
I hear Ola and her husband cheer and then I do a little dance and stop when a little boy joins me and his mum yanks him away from me.
'Im such a baby magnet', I tell the mum who smiled at me as they hurriedly try to catch the school bus.
'There you are', Ajoke shrieks and I almost jump out of my skin.
'Why are you walking?', she adds and then jumps out of her car.
'Just enjoying the cool weather'
'Abeg it's too cold, the sun should come out jare'
As if the sun heard, it peaked from behind a massive cloud and the temperature climbed.
'Yes', Ajoke elbowed the air.
She knows I wouldn't want to sweat, so I go to the passenger side of her car.
'So, how did it go?'
'What?'
'Abeg jare, I'm talking about you and Daniel Ojora. On a date.. '
'it was a simple lunch'
'In a limousine...'
'Who made me go in a limousine?'
'I wanted tongues wagging and I still can't wait to see the look on Nnoye's face when she sees the picture...'
'What picture?'
'Ade, our show must be a success and only scandal guarantees that'
I shake my head.
'Hold that headache, Nnoye knows'
Ajoke placed a magazine with me stepping out of the limousine and Daniel taking my hand. She starts to laugh like the wicked witch from a Disney movie.
I am about to protest, when I see Daniel's mum's number pop up on my phone.
Ajoke grabs it and I snatched it from her.
'Abeg Jo, masala Don burst and you want to make it worse. I am telling Nnoye you set me up and I didn't know'
Ajoke was laughing hysterically and I pout my lips.
'So, you won't gist me anything'
'For why? You will get the gist about how Old Flames Burn Slow, at the same time as Nnoye does'
She tried hard, but I ignored her. Nonsense and ingredients, see how she set the paparazzi on me. Honestly I didn't see it coming, let me even see how I look self.
I stare at it and smiled, I must admit I look good. I look like a super star, as good as I feel right now.
It's time to use this my rage and annoyance for something good, let's go.....
**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 28**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 28, COPYRIGHT 2018*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2018**
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