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Sunday, 3 March 2019

The Inscription Is Clear


  Hush, the noise is too much. Silence now, I want to try to get some sleep. The flutter of birds, the swooping of dragonflies and that crackling sound the cockroach makes when it creeps up the dry twigs behind my window pane. In all, my index finger throbs and swells and I stare at it in the moonlight. I try to trace all the edges and curves in the aching finger that has doubled in size. I want to see it burst and I want to soak a needle in alcohol and prick all the pain away. It's the second night I have not slept and it's time to do something about it.
To think something this tiny could affect me in a big way, I have even considered cutting off the finger, but the healing process will most likely be as painful if not more than it is right now. There's only one thing that can happen now, if I am to retain my sanity....
  The beauty of thick clusters of white and hues of brown clouds fill these sky. No ice cream cone shape, just silhouettes of two majestic elephants stomping across a pale blue sky. I've watched it change from beautiful rabbits to a dolphin diving in a white fluffy lagoon and now into tusked giants. Sleep deprivation is bad but it's time to get up and prepare for the day.
My finger feels like I slammed it with the car door and someone with a pliers is pressing and releasing it momentarily. I've never felt this way before and a hospital visit will help. I tried the pharmacy first, I had no idea you need a prescription for sleeping tablets. Na WA.
The doctor didn't prescribe any and just gave me prescriptions for antibiotics, the swelling and my headache.
I hope I can sleep a little...

 Back home I stagger and slam my groceries onto my table, yes I did a little shopping with my fever climbing and creeping back.
The weather was hot and the sun blazed harshly and tried to drive living beings out from under it.
 It was a miracle I made it home in one piece and I turn and open the fridge. Get out water and take the first of my five day medication. I set my alarm to six hours after now and stretch and put on the air conditioning unit and crash on my bed.

   Finally, the claws of sleep catch me and then my phone rings. I grab it and switch it off, I need to sleep. Two days without and I feel heavy.

Goodnight everyone.

  I dream of the beach in Fiji and Lagos, I dream of camel rides and sky diving. The height is when I rode a mammoth, that made me laugh out. I heard myself laugh from sleep out into the real world.
A sign that I was diving deeper into slumber.... Amen.

**ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 4, Episode 3**

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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 ( 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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