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Ade's Journal Part 6

Ade's Journal Part 6
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My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

Ade's Journal Part 4

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A Scorpion is not a Lobster

Ade's Journal Part 3

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My Insane Week Before Valentine

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Sunday, 19 August 2018

Tornado Made Of Fire


     Twisted and curled up, the winds churned my already troubled mind. Flames spread thin on the dry crackling plain, as they spread quickly over the uneven middle belt plateau. Just then, the barren sky coughed and failed to quench the Earth's thirst, so also did the sprinklers fail to stop this raging fire. It comes alive and starts to merge and stand at attention, high above the hills and then the winds swirled some more as it forms a massive rope extending high up and try to reach the churning sky. It was like a scene from a movie and as I stand here, transfixed and watch this beautiful spiral thread, it's about ten inches thick and stretches to touch the sky.
  This Tornado Made Of Fire, bent and almost buckled, yet it shifts and adheres and sticks to all that was in its path. The relentless fire spread briskly, reaching and scorching and burning everything. And then I feel it and then I see the painful blisters start to form on my exposed arm, absent of sleeves. I turn to run and see that my shoes have melted into the ground and the soil is now like glass shards underneath my feet. The tornado made of fire, duplicates itself once, twice and then ten folds. Quick tears stream down my flushed face cools the skin beneath it, as it tries to run towards my lips and instead, it evaporates. The heat makes me move, because standing still hurts.
  I run far away from the mobile fire and dash across the sandy plain, now glossy and made of glass. I skid off the slippery surface and crash down from the beautiful plateau, to a harsh cold Abuja river. It quickly cools me and stay longer than I should have, underwater. And then, i start to choke and try to breath, instead I swim to the surface and breath and then look at the Zuma rock towering above me. I see shards of glass falling from the magnificent rock towards me and swim away. Far ahead of me, I see the familiar Lagos seashore, it rises and splashes freezing salty goodness on my face. This made me smile and head home, for I know I am made whole. The sea waves start to freeze and I fight and shatter the fresh icicles all around me because..... Nothing is going to stop me....
   I stare at the crumpled blank pages of my journal before me, and try to be sure of where exactly I am. I need to keep my mind and my sanity and calm and stop my headache from cracking my throbbing head. And I realize that I have just woken up from what seemed like a long hard slumber.
   The journey home was hard and long but so was my impromptu trip to Abuja. It seems I am there now more often than I anticipate. I didn't go with any of my best friend's not Ajoke nor Nnoye, I traveled alone. Lonely me traveled with hope and a dream and the thought of all of my experience leading me to where I want to be.
  The last time I filled my journal with fears of not meeting my deadline, I had an offer from my close friends arch enemy. I am not married to Daniel, so do not need to honor his mother's wishes to stay away from O.J., come to think about it...

  Why do I keep getting ultimatums from women with delusions that I owe them? 

    This matriarch has not invested one Kobo in my business and she only reason she tolerates or likes me, I could never tell the difference. But I am sure it is because I am not her puppet, very unlike the puppets that make up her elitist entourage.
I need to move up my deadline and damn all the meddling hands and useless words of advice, all of which just drags me away from all I want to achieve.
  Actually, I have a migraine because I need to honour an agreement I made in Abuja with another pending in Lagos. This gave birth to my weird burning and freezing dream, or should I say nightmare.
 Thank God waking up was not that hard and the siesta did not last more than an hour. It felt like eternity, my trying to wake up I mean. This feeling was just strange, the feeling of trying to adjust to the real world I feel I left for about an hour.
  I sigh out loud and hear my phone vibrate and I know why, I stare at it and refuse to stand up. I can see the caller identity and don't do a thing.
  It's Daniel of course and I jump up and switch off my phone, just as I do I feel guilty about that and put it back on. It's four missed calls from him and I am glad he stopped trying to reach me, finally.
 I see a familiar name and smile, it's been a while I have heard from her
'Hi', it was Celine.
'Hey you, how are you and the little princess doing?'. I ask staring into the screen and searching for her.
'She is with Pierre, he won't let me carry her'
 It was a video call, so I could see he was smitten with their daughter.
'Don't mind me, she needs a vaccine and I can't bare to see them prick her'
 I watch Pierre rock her and leave the room.
'Talk to me...', Celine says sitting up abruptly.
'The secret... Secrets'
''Nnoye, who else'
'When are you getting out of that hospital?'
'Ade?', she snapped at me.
'i can't...'
'I see why Ajoke can't stand her...'
'She's innocent'
  Celine laughed and holds her cesarian stitches in place.
'Please don't make me laugh, that gal needs to go. It's because of you alone she stays...'
'She is family she's going no where'
'My half brother won't marry her..'
'He doesn't have to...', I add pouring myself a glass of orange juice.
 This our amebo was not good at all at all and I was not supposed to tell anyone oooo.
'She's.. Not pregnant for my brother.....'
 I pour juice in my mouth and savor the taste of the freshness.
'How?', a confused Celine was trying to make sense of my revelation.
 I stop drinking and shake my head and laugh.
'Its not funny, she gets pregnant by Daniel and now is carrying my niece. This has to stop'
'i am speechless', I add in a very naughty annoying tone.
'That is it, you have to marry Alan'
'What', where did this statement come from.
'We are not related and my husband's brother is handsome and smitten by you. And this will drive Daniel nuts and make your own child fully related to mine'
'Celine drop it', I add in all seriousness.
'Ajoke agrees with me...'
 I stare at Ajoke who was beside her bed.
'When did you....'
'So you tell Celine in far away Paris about Nnoye before me?'
'Your phone didn't go', I lied.
'Impromptu trip with Bala, I will be back for Sallah. So keep my meat'
  It made me laugh and I relax and just smile, friendship is really a game I keep trying to learn how to play. God saved me that Ajoke believed me.
  So now I need to go back to my drawing board...

   Sallah is close and I will be home with dad, mum, my brother's bro his family. I miss the taste of fried ram meat and today, I will shop and help them prepare for my family's annual feast.
I wish I was small again so I could ride the ram, isn't it interesting the mind of an adult?

  Well let's see how it goes....

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 53**

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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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