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Friday, 3 August 2018

Forty Nine Days Forty Nine Ways


 How many ways must I prove myself to you, just like the wrong side keeps sticking to glue. Layers of DNA stick on as I try to end all trace of me. Scraped off and recorded for all history to keep, maybe the cells will die and my fingerprints will fade. Not on this though, as I grumble and try to separate the plastic from me. Somehow it will melt or burn and I will be forgotten, long gone. Instead, it's encased in gum and buried in bronze, as I relax and rest and just listen to it all.
  Just in, the early morning sun. Shy and reluctant, to grace the morning sky. Wet from the dew that gathered from gray skies, as rains pour, evaporate and precipitate. I just watch in the far distance, the glacier I long to hold.
 The cake this morning had his name, this stranger I have never met. My friend just found out her father strayed while married to her mum, big deal. I think it's a miracle when couples find out their partners have been faithful. Sometimes, I wish they would not make it so obvious they stray. So the illusion of perfection tempts and lures me back to the holy bliss. Now I stare at the timid sun and wonder if it will indeed seduce the Queen of the night. The beautiful grown woman that burns blood red at night and silver white on a good evening and gate crashes the daytime sky to renew it's eclipse. Day or night, she shines and today, I wish to do so with so much vigor.
Celine has a brother that appeared, armed with her father's DNA.
  Normally, it would not matter. But with a new baby in town, Celine was anxious for kin. Ajoke and I scream foul play. But Nnoye is more open and warms up to this tall dark handsome stranger.
   Why won't she, her first child is a hidden child from a the pastor that strayed from his wife and the second from a family, she will forever fight for their approval. In a way, she was a blessing to our high moral standards clique, a reminder that people are vulnerable and human and today I agree.
   My support for Nnoye shocks Ajoke and I remind them that none of us choose who we love and the rejected or controversial child usually becomes Queen or king... As the case may be, I'm tempted to put a smiley here. Just after I write the words in my own journal. Isn't this new way we communicate amazing, I think it is.
 A warm hug from Nnoye reminds us we are friends and Celine, still on the phone with us remind us we are all supposed to be in Fiji. The Island I've dreamed of revisiting, since my first holiday there. That in turn reminds me that I am supposed to still have Henrik by my side and my twins walking by now or at least crawling all around.

   Forty Nine Days Forty Nine Ways and forty nine years after today, these thoughts will forever haunt me. The family I had and lost to a senseless road accident, how my soul aches. 

    From us four women, the least likely to have a grand life was Ajoke and time and chance has proved to us we know nothing.
Her life is beautiful, adventurous, with ex wives drama and former girlfriends trying to pass their old flames boyfriend's as Ajokes's husband's.
   Right now and far away from my wandering mind, I grab the cake and place it in a box. Nnoye opens the door for me and Ajoke tries to stop the twins from grabbing the cake box from me. They are not my twins but Ajoke's and I know that I want a family of my own, do you think it's too soon?

 I lick the icing on my finger and smile, I definitely do not....

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 49**

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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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