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Wednesday, 5 September 2018

The Liars Come Out Quickly


 Swift predators sweep down and scatter all the battalion of sea folks heading my way and then I duck. This made me swallow spiky and sandy particles, instead of spitting it out. I crush them into a pulp and then watch the eagle eyes turn to watch me as I gulp. My lungs slow to a minimum, mimicking death and my soul fights to hang on to my fragile frightened casing. We stare at one another as if ready to spring forth and break out into a heavy bata dance of warriors in this merciless sun. The waves race and slam into me and I hold on to the solid sea rock bed with trembling claws. And rather than our shadows clashing and fighting, I twist and try to go away. There was no time to escape and none to even blink as in all of this happens in a millisecond, I was frightened and swallowed the sand pulp in my mouth. My instincts kicked in and like a hardened prey, I turn and face my predator. This prey is not going down easily, so I fight awkward haphazard and brandish my razor teeth. Unfortunately, I struggled to deflect the razor talons of my predator. It sinks in and grabs me and flies high and I struggle and try to bite my captor and free myself from captivity. I wiggle and it sinks it’s beak into my back and then, I jab upwards at it with my back shifting all my weight at it.
It started to choke on the bits of me inside and It’s aching jaw almost got unhinged, so in a desperate attempt to survive it throws up enough liquid to thrust it out of my choke hold. Never have I ever been proud to be this large and as I float and sway, the school return to cheer me for rescuing the others. My one fight to survive, has saved others drowning in the predators slime. We dance briefly, celebrating our victory as another predator approached us all…
The Liars Come Out Quickly, along with our memories of many experiences I would like to forget. I admit that I can hardly ever sleep easy, when memories fully hunt my mind. A cruel joke you might call it or call me silly, even though it’s hard to understand my battles. As I desperately try to create a d make this memory about me succeeding.

        The trials Come back Quickly as I slowly dance back in time and into my hazy history. I run back into a world that shifts and breaks easily. Stealing the happiness from my slippery firmly forged time that I will forever cherish. It is here that I, remind myself not to shed off what does not need to be forgotten. The school of hard knocks will forever hit me and send waves towards me, as I watch their three dimensional childish forms run and reach me. I try not to show my trembling emotion and smile, like the old me.
Happy to accept their warm sticky bodies as they all crash into me and we all land on the hard dusty ground. I did not care about my clothes getting dirty or about my grazed flesh that had tiny rows of tear and sipped out blood like I pushed pins through a nylon bag filled with red water colour. My siblings echoed an apology as they help me up and towards what seemed like a special gift. Daddy bought a new car, they all say and I stare at the blue Subaru. It was beautiful and I unlock the door and sit in the driver’s seat. I pretend to drive it and twist and turn the steering wheel. And then smile and just shut my eyes. To my surprise, when I opened my tiny eyes….  Now I am back home.
And as my eyes open, I know it’s time to pay my siblings a visit….

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 58**

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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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