"ADE'S JOURNAL", 79

  The fine dust particles float and then land all around, the temperature drops and the wind stands still. It only means one thing, it's almost Christmas. And I am excited, I can't wait to get the grill going and to start to see the jollof rice sticking together to make a delicious meal. The cake would be soft and fluffy and as I slice into it, the joy it radiates just makes me whole again.

"ADE'S JOURNAL", 78

  Hope comes to those who wait, those who want it badly enough. And everything I have hoped for has come all at once and my migraines is proof of that, my throbbing head sends me swaying. Not sparsely but like a heart beat, consistently pounding my skull. I’m back to school, I’ve writing again for profit and have five deadlines to create contents and design outfits all at once. Is this ironic, I think so. I’ve and lamenting and moaning for almost a month and then just like that. It’s all happening at once. I am rebranding and restructuring and searching for the best new website manager that offers additional services, like what? My reflection asks and I stare at it wondering and trying to understand why my reflection is talking. The sound of a 737 flying over my bedroom wakes me up.