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Ade's Journal Part 6

Ade's Journal Part 6
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Sunday, 13 October 2019

Juggling It All


"ADE'S JOURNAL", 6


  The air was still and dry and the distinct smell of thriving mold erupted from her clothes. It clashed with the fresh aroma of coconut oil and clothing iron burnt satin fabric smell, all at once. You had to give it to her, the top was pure white and contrasted with the flushed faded metal costume jewelry that had lost all it's stones and luster. Her head held up high she smiled, without a care in the world. I smiled back and then she told me to write the amount I wanted. The venue morphed into a bank and in my hand a check. I wrote down ten billion and she smiled back at me. This skinny dark grandma that did not wrinkle one bit. Instead she looked like she dried up and stayed fit. I met her yesterday and helped her with her transport fare, the bus driver dropped her off at a wrong bus stop and I wondered how she would cope. She told me to relax and keep working towards it all. I wanted to ask her to be specific, to tell me which of the skills I was hoping would work. Instead I wake up.

  Awkward didn't quite cover it, it was one of those moments you hear about, those strange moments, but you cant help but be shocked and speechless. I have not written a check for ten million and today I wrote ten billion. It was definitely a sign, the jamb question is for what?
  I don't even know where I am or how I got here. As I start to stand, a gust of sea breeze knocks me back into the reclining beach chair. I hold my wide brim pink hat in place as another massive beach wind tries again to sweep it off my head.
Which beach is this and when did I get here?
 I was speaking out loud when he answered, this man with eyes like a silver moon. I stared rudely at the pair and tried to envision where his pupils started and ended in his eyes.
He blinked excessively and made me stop and I look down at my green flip flops, a little embarrassed.
'You like?', he half bragged and seduced me. This man that belonged in an Icelandic movie about mermaid's and God's.
'My man's purple...', I start to say then stop.
What is wrong with me, how do you tell someone that you do not know about a husband that has long gone? I stop talking and then add.
'My late husbands', there was sadness in my voice because I realized I was alone all over again. Will this feeling ever go away?
'Sorry to hear', he apologizes.
 I shrug my shoulders and refuse to answer, how am I supposed to respond?
 I just want the sharp tangy taste in my mouth, all over again. So, I reach out for it and I sip the last drop from my glass.
'Another for the lady', he adds to the waiter on this private beach and he faces me with all that hair on his chest and packs on his stomach.
My own stomach has lost all packs to fizzy drinks and I touch it to feel how much.
'You are funny', he adds and brings me the drink from the bar the waiter just made with fresh fruit.
The loud sea waves crash and hit the shore not too far off and sprinkles water all over us. It's hot, no one talks about how hot the sea shore gets.
 He drags a beach chair close to me and I almost want him to sit across my limbs.
What is wrong with me?
The distance between us isn't much and I stare at his lips and he at mine. I wanted to kiss him too but tilt my hat forward. He giggles and I know he is not good for me, it was pure physical attraction and that historically never works for me. There was something diabolical about his seduction, something cold about him.
'And your partner?', I say judging him all ways.
'Been single for three years now, so I could find myself'
'And did you?'
'I don't know'
 His answer made me laugh and he leans into me. I say a little prayer and stand up and he stops me.
'So you are here to pick up babes'
'No, to make friends and babies'
 I give him a look of disgust and he lets go of my hand.
'How many?'
'Women?'
'Babies?'
'So far, one'
 And my fantasy died, he was promiscuous and proud of it.
'Like you want commitment?', he throws the harsh truth at me.
'I'm open to it, I hear myself say. I didn't know that but I'm learning.
'Daniel is lucky'
 Wait, he knows Daniel. How?
'Its his mum's present to him, the island'
  I stand and watch with a three hundred and sixty degrees approach. It was a beautiful island.
 'And where is he?', I ask and realize I am all alone.
  I think I bored the ice eyed handsome man, because he moved on quick to a more welcoming prospect and I watched them kiss.

  Fantasy and reality are two completely different perspectives and as the day goes by I learn more.

   Curious, I wait. I wait for her to come out of the bathroom first and then Iced eyes followed. He was adjusting his trousers and smiling at me, I look away and almost pass out. He knew I was watching him and liked it. That is horrible, did he just wave?
 Daniel joined me and I chuckle, a little embarrassed he caught me watching.
  As he closes the gap between us, I smile again.
'That is crazy', I say and shake my head.
'They are getting Wilder by the minute', he adds and showed me the selfie the two who just had a quickie take.
'They took selfies?', I say almost passing out.
'Not the world you are used to?'
'I could never, who uploaded the picture? Him or her?'
'She did'
 I shake my head and stare at the picture of him in swim shorts and her in bright yellow bikini, that made her gorgeous dark skin shine.
'None are you friends on Instagram?', I ask a little relieved.
'Young and reckless, all of their lives are on social media', he adds not impressed by it.
'Friends of my friends, I think'
 I thought Daniel was testing me with his friend of another friend, and I think I fought hard and well enough to keep sin at Bay from Mr. Promiscuous.
 Daniel Ojora's eyes cut though me and I smile as he takes my hand and leads me towards the sea.
Honestly, it's moved from lovely to relief as a massive wave tried to reach us, we laugh and jumped and dodged it. To hear people all around me laugh was therapeutic, a massive wave climbed and this time, it hits all of us at its shore.
 And I shot my eyes again, an angry wave attacks, just as it did Daniel catches me and stops me from collapsing in the churning salty water. Just As he carries me out, another raging sea waves hit and we crash and stare into each other's dark eyes. His arms underneath my back and mine over his chest.

 I am definitely free and well, the devil you know....


**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 4, Episode 6**
*"ADE'S JOURNAL", 6, COPYRIGHT 2019*

**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2019**
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