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Saturday, 28 July 2018

Zebra Stripes Washed Off The Donkey


   I galloped and neighed as the  crowd tapped on their devices. My voice startled them and a child asked why I sound like a donkey. Nonsense, I protest. My task is not to carry your burden across your dessert, it's to be brushed and groomed and treated as endangered. Who said I was not endangered? After all, I once used to roam free and now, I don't. The heat stroke makes the paint drip and as it trickles down my bloated belly, I scratched and smudge it against the walls of my zoo. The child squealed and points, shouting that my skin was melting. The terrified father tried to calm his confused child as he stays oblivious on the phone with his boss. Too engrossed to notice but still caring enough to pick up his child and carry him far away from the scary zebra. I did not stop, I recognized the sound of that beast of burden. That annoying animal that should have helped my family. Instead it stubbornly refused to move and it's neigh kept me terrified of been kicked by the rabid donkey. This was no zebra and the zoo's attempt to pass it off as one failed woefully. It's long ears and short stumpy limbs, quelled all assumptions.
 I became the lady photographing the donkey as The Zebra Stripes Washed Off The Donkey. And then I wake up....

   Seriously, who does that?
The cold air told me exactly where I was and the murky sky outside tried and failed to keep the rains at bay.
Bala was back and as usual, had gifts for all of us. I feel Daniel stare at me, as my eyes dance around the room and deliberately misses his. Nnoye was hugging her baby so much and staring at the doors. You could tell she wanted to run away with him but could not. Mrs. Ojora grabbed my hand and it startled me a little.
'Did you not sleep last night?', she said smiling at her son and staring at me as if implying her son was responsible.
 I behaved like a child and rolled my eyes at her, I think in my heart I still see myself as that good girl who won't sleep with a man I am not married to. Don't ask me why but I just see myself like such a saint, I laugh at the thought and shake my head.
'You can't blame me, the chemistry between you two is jumping out and screaming'
 She giggled and emitted so much class, even as she implied I was frolicking and sinning with her son. Nnoye heard and was just beside us carrying Have and she froze. Her son wiggled and stretched for me to carry him, as if I was a familiar face. I am a little guilty but collect the beautiful boy and just love how he hugs me and rests his head over my shoulder. This move was unique to this lovely child and the mother and grandmother watch me a little envious of how relaxed the child was.
 Ajoke stared back at me and the women and then at Daniel.
'Abeg, today is not the Ade's show. It's all about Bala'
 Bala hands everyone a gift bag and as I try to give Junior back to Nnoye, he protests and hugs me tight.
Bala hands me a tiny bag and I place it against other bags and that makes everyone laugh.
'I know about the challenges you are experiencing and I want to reassure you that we are your family. And Ajoke picked the first one and I picked Jed the second...'
'...And those are yours, the bespoke fabric and colours you want'. Ajoke interrupts and points at four massive trunks behind Bala.
 I open the gift and smile at the gold set, the shirt sexy one that looks like what Henrik would have picked. And the long stylish one, heavy and unique screaming I am a designer.
'I told you she prefers mine', Bala bragged.
 I cried a little and Ajoke hugs me and Nnoye joined in.
 As quickly as I did, I stopped.
'Thank you', I whispered and Junior waves and tells me sorry.
It makes me chuckle a little and Mrs. Ojora side hugs me.
'And Nnoye this is yours', Bala hands her two bags.
  She squealed and hugs it and hugs Bala and then Ajoke.
'Ade hi', Daniel says and I smile at him.
I didn't see him, I caught a memory of him lying over me, with just his trousers on. He was fit and everything I imagined.
I shake off the memory and watch his son wiggle out of my hands and into his.
Daniel wipes the lone run away tears from my face, with his snow white handkerchief that had his dreamy scent on it.
'How was your trip?
'Good', when can we go out?'
'But you work', he teased.
'And more work has come', I add pointing at the fabric Bala got me.
I wanted to go there and search it all and stare at it.
'Your passion sips through everything...'
'I know'
 My answer My answer makes him shake his head and grab my hand.
'So what are we doing on August eighth?'
'My birthday?'
'Karaoke, it's on a Wednesday you know'
 His hand moves up my upper arm and I regretted wearing a sleeveless dress. I tilt towards him as my entire body shivers. I take that hand causing havoc and squeeze at the fingers and walk towards my phone ringing.
It was Celine and I could not contain my excitement, is she here?
'This Wednesday...'
'What not on my birthday', I grumble selfishly.
'A week apart is not bad'
 I smile and tell her the entire gang is here and turn and smile at everyone...

   My extended family is precious...

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 47**

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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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