Let me float away with you, this cloudy Saturday morning. Fly away without guilt and the pressure of being good. Let us stare at each other and not hear the world scream, just as the cold clusters of high humidity drags the weather down by two degrees. So does your deep bold brown eyes sink me further into the well made bed beneath us. I do not care for consequences or reason, I just want you staring into my cold deep brown chocolate eyes. I miss the embrace and the cuddling, the real emotions of a genuine touch that keeps me connected with you. Not today though, that is absent. All I feel right now is the absence, the emptiness. That missing link that scares me and takes me far away from the present, from right now. I forget where I am and stare at nothing and hear him whisper and ask if I am alright. I nod my head like I did in my early twenties, nervous that I am about to sin. Instead of fear the excitement I feel is different, what I am for sure missing is the guilt. It's actually liberating to feel this way and as our lips lock, I kiss him back. And know exactly what I am doing and blame no one, not even me.
Their voices speak to me and wake up dreams long forgotten and as I spin and swerve and dodge stylishly my gas cookers, I curve and dance like I am in a trance.
'Your music collection is great', Ajoke says poking her freshly washed finger in my creamed cake mixture.
'Any good?', I add referring to the cake mix.
'Not as good as the music'
'I am not a chef, so can't be compared to the musical geniuses'
'But your cake is delicious, a little lesson with Wolfgang Puck and you can charge me a thousand dollars per meal'
'i should do it, you know'
'So how was it?'
'What?'
'You described him as having a beautiful mind'
'So?'
'I know you'
'And'
'You are coding'
'I have not written a code in over a decade'
'Abeg Ade, you know what I mean. You are coding, hiding what is glaring...'
I add the flour, eggs and milk and vanilla extract and then place it in a baking pan and then into the hot oven.
I cut a wicked eye at her and she massaged my shoulder.
'I did not'
'What not?'
'It was fun but....'
'You don't want to kiss and tell'
'Nothing to talk about'
'Is this happening?'
'No'
I wanted to say more but there was not much to say and as she tried to get me to talk, I remembered. He was sexy and surprise my fit and after a grand smooch that almost got me breaking my bow of not sleeping with any one ever again.... He stops and pulls me upright, up on the soft cotton sheets and asked when last I was in a pool.
I thought for a while and then shake my head, I truly can't remember. So we did laps across his tear drop pool and I could not go past two laps.
Of all the information I shared with Ajoke, she had only one question.
'What did you swim in?'
I get out the baked cake and shake my head and then place the cake on a rack.
'He had a bikini in my size'
'Yellow?'
'How did you know'
'I saw it and knew, that guy is smooth like that'
'Lucky me he had his head screwed on right'
'Not luck, he wants you to fall in love with him'
'Really?'
'He does not want a one night stand'
'i miss it...'
'If you do, you will go back to that zone... The one Nnoye said you were in for most of your five years in school'
'Not most, say three'
'Was it that good, I mean not been in love'
'Ajoke, you have not a single thing to loose'
'You are tempted Ade, but hearts still get broken'
'Not in this mode, fun is fun'
'You may fall..'
'Its better than how alone I feel right now'
'That is why I brought ice cream, your favourite'
I open the fridge and show her fresh supply of my favorite ice cream.
'He didn't'
'Costs him nothing, I told him to get something else. He suggested shoes instead, Ice cream is now off limits to him'
'Shoes?'
'Limited edition ones and just one per year'
'Ade....'
'I miss getting those and I can't spend that kind of money now, besides he offered and my birthday is coming up'
'What is the plan'
'Honestly, Abu Dhabi... But a fashion course in Dubai won't be bad'
Ajoke sliced cake for us and scooped ice cream into bowls, we raised it and start to munch on the tasty treats.
'To new beginnings'
Isn't life precious, the more we learn the more we crave for more, I just want so much more right now.
nd then our lips connect
**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 45**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 45, COPYRIGHT 2018*
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE COPYRIGHT 2018**
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