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Ade's Journal Part 6

Ade's Journal Part 6
My Valentine & The Elegance Of A Clean Breakup

Ade's Journal Part 5

Ade's Journal Part 5
My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

Ade's Journal Part 4

Ade's Journal Part 4
A Scorpion is not a Lobster

Ade's Journal Part 3

Ade's Journal Part 3
My Insane Week Before Valentine

Ade's Journal Part 2

Ade's Journal Part 2
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Friday, 15 June 2018

Night Comes Swiftly


  Night comes swiftly as the sun lingers more than briefly. Teardrops soaked in salt, swayed by syrupy nectar fountains, trapped in the flutes of flowers, desperate to be pollinated. Just asthe winds carry the sweet aroma, it drags along and lures beasts that defy all reason.
 As in, the earth is not round but spherical and you miss the target by an inch which others missed by a mile. The bumblebee is heavy, yet it moves and flies with wings lighter than a feather. And the much fluttered wings buzz so loud that ears are blocked and protected from an assault from such a mighty force.
Soft cool winds caress my freshly shaped brow and I can almost feel the scraped skin hurt and then itch in this fluctuating weather. The white wool soaked in methylated spirit, hurt my eyes and I shut them and dabbed at the invisible wound. It hurt and I flinched and open my shut eyes and quickly shut them for fear of the liquid getting into them.
  Beauty is really painful and I stare at the symmetrical brows that now would not need brow pencil. I liked how my freshly exposed skin looked, free from the sun tan and more like a shade of brown pencil I like. Then I put a primer on my eye lid before I fix my long lash extensions. They are my latest obsession, I do like the look in pictures. Odd reason to like them but my reason, nonetheless.
  As you may have guessed, I am on my way to meet him. I feel my husband is near and walks me from the bathroom to my bedroom. I miss his touch, his breath upon my bare neck and the way his short but sharp fingers slightly touch my spin from the back of my neck to my buttocks. I am in one of those moods, feeling sexy and all feminine. My stomach churns and lungs for something and I dare not say it, as I put lip gloss on my pouted lips.
I have to think of him, Because my flesh is weak. I need to tuck into a warm embrace and just sleep, no such luck now. So I shut my eyes and try to imagine what it feels like and can't.
  I want to feel young and like the sun is in my fingers and have the fragrance that would do just that. I spray in the air and walk into the fresh sunflower and rose whiff and straighten my flower print yellow  midi dress.
He calls me just as I am ready and I pack up my braids into a ponytail and let few strands almost cover my left eyes. This reminds me of my university days and the artist Aaliyah if course.
'Hi, do you want a boat ride or a restaurant'
'A boat ride in the storm's, I answer.
  Daniel Ojora laughs and adds.
'My yatch then'
  I have been on Daniel's speed boat but not his yatch, I wonder if it's like Ajoke's or bigger.

   All my questions were answered as his limo picked me up and I see the massive yatch. Daniel did go overboard with the size and that was the least shocking thing I discovered. It was the name on the boat that shocked me and I turned and gave him a side eye.
'You just painted my name on your yatch'
'Nnoye didn't tell you?'
'Tell me what?'
'I got this just after I found out she was dating Idibia'
'So you did it to spite her?'
'It was a business decision and for your show but then everything changed and happened fast...'
'...How was Henrik supposed to deal with this?'
'He knew, it was my gift for your show and he didn't like it but knew it would help the show'
'I don't get it'
'He knows... Knew that the Lagosian part of you liked the glitz and glamour but your love for him was stringer... Besides it was a business venture with you earning royalties...'
'You are lying'
'Why do you think I keep investing? It's the earnings...'
'Who rents this monster?'
'People who value their privacy and want only the finer things in life'
'I could live like this...', I add admiring the chef and fine furniture and premium service.
'No, maybe once everything four months'
'Deal', he says and puts his hand for a handshake. I shake it firmly and we both laugh.
The kiwi was fresh and I could taste the freshness of the mangoes. I was relaxed and enjoyed his jokes and stories about his dates. I only had business stories and weird guys around me and he reassured me they were admirers. That made me almost choke on my drink.
  I was relaxed and surprisenly, there was nothing sensual or passionate about our date. It was like catching up with an old schoolmate and we were just chill an laid back. We stare at the stars and try to count them and try to out do each other with our dance steps from the 90's. It was interesting and fun and when I started yawning, he tells the captain to take us back. It was a fun night and as we dock, I love that I have a to-go basket and he walks me to the limo that takes me back home.

   I am humming 'return of the Mack', when I hear her. My heart raced and I almost dropped my basket and spilled my fruits and gourmet food.
'Ade', Ajoke says as if she caught me doing something bad.
'So your retired parents now send you home in a limousine'
  She was accusing me of something I was was not ready to admit or own up to.
'Where are the twins?'
'With Nnoye, I lied to her that Bala needs time with me...'
'And if he shows up?'
'Me, I cover my bases'
'And I don't?'
'Nnoye suspects...'
  Ajoke calls Celine and puts her on speaker and as she picks the call we both shriek and blow her kisses.
'Hey Celine'
'Ade, I swear I can't wait for this baby to come out. This bedridden business is driving me nuts'
'Soon my dear, soon', Ajoke adds.
'What is up?'
'Nnoye didn't tell me about a yatch with my name on it'
 Celine claps her hands and folds her arms under her now larger breasts.
'You want her to rub salt in her own wound, eh?'
   Celine had a point but I just was thinking from my own point of view.
'No ooo, I did  not say that'
  Our talk seemed to annoy Ajoke who grabbed the basket from my hands.
'Abeg, me I want to eat Daniel's chef's food'
 'You did not come here to give me moral support?', I grumble.
'Ade, you are fine. I can tell no kissing or anything'
'Ajoke', Celine cautioned.
'Just remember, he loves what he cannot have and cannot love like you want. That Henrik kind of love, that unrestricted and my alliance is with you and you alone...'
'You make it sound like I've had my one chance at love'
'I am just saying, don't expect that anymore. Just live life'
'Have you?'
'Mine is different and if anything should happen to Bala, I would only marry for companionship'
'May God Almighty grant you two, long life and your many children'
'Amen oooo, wait did you say I will have more children?'
'At least two more'
 Ajoke almost choked on a kiwi fruit and I pay her back and she hugs me.

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 35**
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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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