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Ade's Journal Part 6

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My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

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Saturday, 3 November 2018

Halt Move And Adjust In A Lions Den


     Deep and wide and down to the size of a unique den, I wiggle and try to escape. The sand shifts and warps and knocks me off my feet and encases me in what may be my tomb. As i start to fall further down and keep going deeper into its jaw, unlike any jaw I've ever encountered. The more I struggle, the more I sink into the almost beautiful, even sand particles. The conical den engulfs me and I fight hard not to give up or swallow sand through my nose and mouth. I feel the pincers like jaw reach for my feet and I retract and bend it quickly. Far away from the lion's jaw and try to swim up high towards the sky.
It locks and bites down hard at my feet and drags me down into the abyss. The pain launched me upwards and I jerk and try to shake away the beast that has my limbs. And as I do I snap and break off half of the jaw of my assailant and breath air once again. I look at what could have been my final resting place and heave a sigh of relief. I stand up and walk away knowing that I have survived and will live to fight another day.
        I didn't even have to wake up, I was already awake. My eyes were watching the curtains and forming all sort of shapes because I did not get enough sleep. I feel heavier by the minute and even if I had to do the same thing over and over again it didn't matter. I knew eventually, another sweet night will come. Should I just curl up and try to sleep or.... Let me just continue shaaa, just let me try.
As you may have noticed, I am in one of those moods. I want to scream and shout
but someone beat me to it.
She howled and cried and begged for forgiveness from the almighty, I didn't get it but I felt her pain. Words she said stemmed from rejection, I would never hold a microphone and air my grievances. To strangers, to anyone, to people sleeping. I was going to check the time but chose not to. There was no need.
That's why faith is different, it's Unique and cannot be easily understood. I just know she sounds genuine and believable sand I just listened as she spoke and then I fall asleep.
I don't know what I want and to figure it out, I need to sleep and wake up with renewed vigor.
My Journal has been light and my time choked up, I obviously need to work on my time management skills. And from Wednesday, I get my mojo back.
  See, I've even forgotten what I wanted to gist you jare.


**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 73**
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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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