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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

Ade's Journal Part 2

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Monday, 29 October 2018

All I Can Do


  The rains are here again, six hours on and it just pours and taps at the roof in an uneven manner. Much like life it intensifies and dissipates and then comes and goes. I am wide awake and this rain feels like it will pour all night with an oscillating
intensity that just wont stop. The dark clouds leave and an intense bright thick cloud clusters mercilessly, up above in the dark sky. Then it stopped,not a drop or a whiff of the cold breeze. All that was left was a stiff atmosphere with barely enough air to breathe. Not enough plants to synthesize the air and too much artificial carbon monoxide in circulation. I have stayed too long here and I fear that plastic flows in my veins. My dream of moving to a remote area, off the dream truncated abruptly.
   In a brief moment, I miss the rain but not the muddy shoes, the allergy brought about by a mixture of wet grass, dust and the cold.
Right now, it is too late for the sun to dry out all the moisture and energy and I am immensely thirsty. Too tired to get up to make coffee and I refuse to add inches to my waist by getting up to take that horrid addictive fizzy drinks. Six horrible inches have been added to my once slender and tiny waist because of dangerous high intakes of sugar drenched carbonated drinks. I've tried it all but the slack muscles only contract after long episodes of stomach upsets I ignore. Today is the second in two weeks, the foreign raw vegetables in my diet sends my colon into a freedom riot. I want it to last for long but my dehydrated self tells me I may die from zero electrolytes inside me. It's the fifth time in five hours and I feel better already but tired.
The moral of this story is that circumstances come and go and situations can get intense under different circumstances but if you look on the flip side of it, you achieve something somehow.
The heavy rains return again and I feel his cold arm s lift me up and encircle my womb and stomach. I adjust and smile as I tuck myself deeper into him, I miss his fresh perfume and musk. His clean shaved face pressed against my face.
'I miss you'
 The words made me spin quickly and stare at him, I must be dreaming. I think

It was a dream, Henrik isn't here and the perfume was different. I feel my skin burning and watch his best friend help me up and hand me a cup of coffee.
Daniel was nice but his presence confused me and I did not know what to say.
'I am here now and no don't stand up'
 I stare at him, it was the first time he was in my bedroom but I was too tired to protest. He helps me rest my head on his warm chest and I place it there slowly.
'Where is Ajoke?'
'The twins are teething and Bala says she has to show up'
 I try to picture Henrik in the room and cant, All I Can Do is shut my eyes and hope

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 72**

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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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