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Wednesday 5 December 2018

Eight Ways Forward


  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.

   The birds sing and clash as if trying to out do one another, I stretch and smile and miss this bed I’ve slept in since I was ten. Not the matrass but waking up to that beautiful burnt brown bedframe and head with twenty buttons designed on form and covered in suede deep brown complementary fabric made me smile. I was home, in my parents house and the sound of another aircraft flying overhead made me happy. I miss the mainland and living close to the airport and these past four days have been magical. Family members from mum and dad’s side bombard us all day, they are all grown up. And most of my dad’s siblings are sixty above and sweeter than I remember. Mum’s siblings are younger and the youngest is getting married in a few days. Ask me how I forgot, I really don’t know. So I have ASO Ebi from them and parties to attend and they all want to see my bespoke designs and can’t wait. I have to be on point and as will. The rustic design in my parents house takes me back to my beautiful childhood, I miss it. I will be back home to the island today and should move to my brother’s house this weekend for my nephew’s birthday, I have not baked a coconut cloud cake in months and that’s what I need to bake. Staying with family reminds me of the one I lost, but also tells me I need a new one. So I’m writing it in my journal today, that by this time next year I will have my own family. Alan's face smiled at me and I smile back and then sighed briefly. So much to do and so little time, I will be happy and fulfilled and my hope in myself and humanity is restored.
Reconnecting helped, although a part of me is saying it’s too soon.

Is it?

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 78**

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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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