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Ade's Journal Part 6

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My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

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Saturday, 7 July 2018

Dazed Bobo Looks On


   It's moist and irritating because you know exactly what the over-bloated deep green fly with sharp red compound eye is doing, it is throwing up and feeding. The first thing I do is clean off the disgusting spot off my skin, then I take wipes to anticeptically remove the filth from me. But the wipes are dry and don't have the same effects as I expect. I don't like insects and all the information about the eggs of micro insects they feeding and hatch everytime you kill any drives me nuts.
So how do I win in this war against pests? Simple, I arm myself with their lifecycles ad ad what they avoid, what kills them and what makes them strive. And then I act from a position of knowledge and try to exterminate or truncate their existence. Do I succeed? Maybe or maybe not, what matters is that I tried. Na die you dey.
    The afternoon air is quiet as the heatwave crawled towards me, in the clean and quiet Wise market. I was exhausted from the intense sunlight that crashed on me from above. I know I am higher up and closer to the sun Because I am tired. It feels like every step is getting harder, yet I must walk-on and catch up with my school mother.
The words sound odd but I am with her and far away from the sea.
 I took a quick detour out of town to A-town, I am in Abuja.
I am the first to admit that I have postponed this trip long enough and also need to say that I have dodged this meeting with my investor for too long.
On surface, I look like I have it all under control. But my dwindling allowance has made me do a rethink.
I have saved up and I have intellectual property, but I need cash to spend to raise more capital for my business and definitely more angel investors. The last phase of my business was taken care of and even running costs for next months business but right now, I realise I need more. My rent will be up next year and it was not part of my expenses, so I need to solve that problem.
This is me in Abuja that everyone says has no more money, searching for people to invest. I have investors, yes but they expect return on that investment. I am trying to get maximum yields from my other intellectual properties and this means, pitching and trying to get people to see the value in them. I did the unthinkable, I traveled by road.
There's nothing bad in traveling by road but I lost my family on the road. So it scared me almost to death, but it was time. Also, it saved me about twenty thousand Naira and some more. For an impromptu trip, I did not want to break my bank.
Six investors listened and four could see the big picture, three bought a sample of the merchandise and one was willing to invest.
The last one moved the meeting to Monday and crushed my hopes of traveling with a sack load of potatoes.
  Two days here was not enough, I wanted a week but I also wanted results.
What's a lady to do?
I listen and try hard not to change our business meeting from the inconvenient date. Lord have mercy.
Alright, I say and cut the phone and stare hard at the juicy looking potatoes.
  Now, I know my angel investor in Lagos likes groove and I have not gone out as much as I used to... Maybe it was time, I thought to myself as I sighed and stared at my purse.
I had no plan to go to the bank, but with the impromptu trip back to Lagos, I have no choice.

  The weather is not at all good, it's hot and seems to have made all the liquid in me evaporate. I am in Bilquiss cozy home... My former school mother and as I help her unpack all the food stuff we just got from the market, a call comes in.
 Celine called to ask me to buy potatoes for her mum and she listened as I keep her up with what is going on.
 Who does not like hot Gist......
'But you look slimmer', I tell Celine.
'Bored with food', she tells me as she tries and fails to eat her shrimp scampi.
'As if you should DHL the food to me', I add and can't wait to have the meal my school mother had on fire.
I'm getting a good friendly vibe from my Lagos investor and he is fit and has etiquette. Many well off people give off a kind of arrogance, but not Afo.
Celine started putting ideas in my head and I stop her, I am focusing on signing the contract and getting the deal done.
 Come to think of it, I am happy I made this move and stepped out of my comfort zone. It's about time I did.
I miss Ajoke and Nnoye, Ajoke's twins fever got worse so she cancelled last minute and Daniel listened to me and finally allowed Nnoye to see her own baby.
Personally, I think he is worried about how he will look when the reality show gets back on air. Which is kind of working in Nnoye's favor.
  The meal is prepared and ready and as I have the tuwo Masara with okro soup, I can't help but remember my secondary school days back in Jos on Bukuru road.

  How time flies....

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 41**
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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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