Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker: Episode 13

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Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker ~ Episode 12

Eliza and I had taken an okada which seems to be the fastest as my mind seemingly dictated. I never even had the time to debate with my mind which is faster between the okada and the taxi but who cares right now ‘cos I seem to be on it already. Eliza who sat at my back on the okada was literally ‘shooking’ me with her braless nipples. On a normal day, I would have asked her to go back and wear clothes for ‘dem’ babies but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Thank God I wasn’t a man sha; some guys literally get overly turned on just by the pinching of the nipple. Walai, ‘konji’ na serious bastard.

Throughout the ride to the hospital, I couldn’t help but be sure in my mind that everything really seems to be falling apart. There is a seemingly big trouble in our paradise. I can’t help but feel Amaka is in a bigger trouble and all these talk about breaking a bottle on Sola’s head could really be a sham. . . But come to think of it, what relationship does a cat have with a rat in the absence of a nearby hole? Why on earth would Sola try to protect Amaka? They never even knew each other until my ‘ish’ with him. One minute she’s getting out from a seemingly court case or federal prison as it were and the next minute, she’s hospitalized with no knowledge of how serious the accident was.  . . I don’t know what’s going on but Amaka I really can’t wait any longer for her to tell me what’s going on with her when she pleases. I was so determined in my mind that no matter the condition she is, as far as she can talk and recognize me, she’s gonna spill it all out cos I’m tired; fuck insensitive!

The okada dropped us right in front of the hospital and I just couldn’t wait to enter the hospital, locate her ward, maybe find out how she’s doing or start making her talk about everything that’s so going on.

You really won’t reply? I thought you really wanted us to talk.

Jide, the yahoo messenger had started again. He never really talked much. Short messages, short words even in the sweetest of times; he’s always precise and straight to the point. At this point, I was really tired of all dramas especially Jides. I have indeed had my hands too full. I never wasted my time in replying him.

Maybe it never really mattered anymore. I sent him a response text.

All these were going on while Eliza and I was seated, patiently waiting for the nurse to attend to us. They all seem to be busy; hospitals seem to be even busier than the market place these days.

Maybe it never really mattered anymore? What has come over you? I’m really tired.

It was so obvious he was also tired of being miserable. The rate at which he sends and replies was quite serious. Guess, he wasn’t the only one that is tired but different types of tiredness.

Jide. I’m not tired. I’m fed up. I replied.

Fine!

He doesn’t even take five seconds to fire his reply. Sometimes, I wonder why the guy never really went to the Military because whenever Jide says fine, it is really fine! Whatever sef, he can go and kill himself. Good riddance to unnecessary messing up with my head. I am tired jare!

Finally, a Nurse decided to attend to us. She was smart, pretty and looked so versed in the job.

“Hello. Good day ma. How can I be of help?”

“Yeah, thanks. A friend of mine was rushed here. . . An accident victim.”

“Okay. Can I have her name please?”

“Amaka Coker!”

“Oh! Okay. We have a name like that with us. She was rushed in early today.”

“Please, how is she and how badly hurt?”

“Well. . . How related are you to her?”

“Hmmmm. . . she is my friend. Not just any friend, my close friend. . . My sister.”

“Okay. . .  You should go see the doctor first; first turning by the right.”

“Alright. Thanks.”

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Amaka Coker was given a private ward; it was that serious or maybe not. I knew I couldn’t stand the sight of what had befallen her even from afar. I didn’t allow Eliza to come in before the whole occupants of number 5 would start exaggerating what had happened to her.

I could see a man sitting directly opposite her on a white chair; his back view looked like Jide’s but it possibly couldn’t be. I seem to see Jide everywhere and in everything these days. “I’m feeling the nigga in Dbanj’s voice even though I try to deny it. . . Hmmm, the more we moved closer to see Amaka proper, the more scared I became.

“This is the young man that brought your friend in.” the doctor said introducing the young man on the seat who happened to be Jide.

“Oh! Nice. So glad to meet you. Thanks so much for your kind gesture. God will reward you.” I said, shaking hands with him with no single drop of familiarity. I’m so fucking good at stuffs like that in pretense actually

“Don’t mention it ma’am. I was just opportuned to be driving by at the time of the incident. Let’s just thank God she’s alive.” He said with so much distance visible in the language. Everything felt so weird and it was actually hurting to me but I had to shake it off in Taylor Swift’s voice.

“I should take my leave now. I would check back later.”

“Jide right?. . . “ I said, staring into his eyes, holding tightly to his palms. . . “It was nice to meet you.”

“Same here ma’am!” he made to leave.

I was like “cut off with the ma’am crap” in my mind. I was actually looking for an opportunity to hold firm to his arms, caress them all day and never let go but it was not my decision to make. I was gonna let go whether I like it or not.

Amaka was all bounded up. . . she was wrapped up all over the head, face, up to her neck level. She looked like an acid victim that needed a surgery. . . I couldn’t even see her face not to talk of reading her emotions or bursting for her. Tears flowed from my eyes freely and I couldn’t even hold it back.

“We would leave you for now but you can check by my office when you are leaving.” The doctor said patting me on the shoulder as he made to take his leave with the young nurse that attended to me.

I couldn’t contain my tears. I broke down. I was sitting on the bare floor. I wept like a baby; can’t remember the last time I did that. I didn’t even notice Eliza come in until she touched, helped me up. I went by Amaka’s side, held her hand and said a little prayer with tears in my voice and mind; can’t remember the last time I prayed until now. I made my leave with Eliza, shutting the door closely behind her.

“Eliza, kindly wait for me at the Nurses’ lounge. I wanna quickly see the Doctor.” I said to her.

“Alright ma.”

The Doctor’s office wasn’t what I had envisaged. A hot argument was going on between him and some people who I had no idea if they were patients, patients-to-be, or relatives of a patient but whatever; I had already jumped in before I realized it was heated in there and I was caught in between deciding to leave or staying.

“I’m sorry sir but you really cannot see this patient.” The Doctor was stressing.

“I would see her! What authority have you to tell me not to see her?” the man fired back.
The man seems to have a good command of English. He was dressed in a Yoruba attire; all flowing agbada with some correct bling-bling all over his neck; he smells riches and wealth and beside him was a young, pretty woman who definitely would be in her early 50s. She was dressed in the same fabric but in the skirt and blouse style. She was unnecessarily panting all over.

“Sir, I still insist you can’t see the patient in question. You are not allowed to see her.”

“Not even me, her mother?” the woman stressed in a shaking voice.

“I’m sorry ma! But you can’t. She only penciled down a name and she is the only person allowed to see her. . . If you’d excuse me sir and ma, I have to attend to someone.”

“You’ve gat to be kidding me! I would see my daughter! I would see Amaka! And not even you can stop me from seeing her. . .”

The mention of Amaka made me stood still. Which Amaka? My Amaka or another one? I had to satisfy my curiosity. . .

“Please sirs and mas, which Amaka are we talking about here?”

“And who are you to question a family matter?” the man who is claiming Amaka’s paternity fires back.

“I’m sorry sir; just wanted to be sure. . .

“Madam. . .” the doctor said facing me

“. . . Meet, Chief and Mrs. Coker; Amaka’s parents!”

I couldn’t contain my surprise. . . How much do we really think we know? Maybe not so much!

Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker ~ Episode 11

So sorry for absconding last week; Would try as much as possible to keep to my dates *smiles*. . . I wanna wish my beautiful readers A Happy Easter! God bless you for always being fabulous!

Episode 11

Sometimes, unnecessary stress makes someone add unnecessary weight. . . such was the dilemma I found myself in. Everything about me had changed. It was like I have lost the two most important persons to me. . . No sex in three weeks; so very unusual. I seem to have already lost interest in life; couldn’t find savour in anything. . . I became unexplainably depressed since that encounter with Jide at the hospital. I have grown to love him but we just kept dripping apart. Amaka on the other hand is where she is and they were like all I ever have left.

I decided to take a break from my pity party situation. Haven’t stepped out in two days, all I had been doing was running hot bath; my favourite hobby in the world, feeding on anything calories, lying on the bed, listening to Dido’s “Life for rent” on repeat. . . Crazy things women do. It was as if the PHCN had known I was gonna be like this for two days; the light was unbelievable stable but I was tired of being unnecessarily miserable when the life around me was going on. I haven’t even visited Amaka in two days and I’m sure it’s either she is terribly mad at me or crazily worried for me. Jide didn’t even buzz my phone at all in two days. How would I even know if he did *this one that I have switched off my phone for two days* I am sure he never tried.

I was so mad at myself for falling for Jide which was so unlike me and really, I need to stop beating myself over it; shutting myself out of the world, not worrying about Amaka and becoming unexplainably depressed wasn’t a good way to go about it. I should learn to move on. I encouraged myself to rise up from the bed, brushed my teeth, splashed water on my beautiful face which never tasted water in two days, ran my hands through my soft hair, tied it into a bun, take two glasses of water, changed from my night wear which I’m sure must be having a foul smell by now; I put on a black tank top and a black silk stretchy leggings, with my headset on my head, I opened the door, shut the house and left for April Government’s College.

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Running through the lawns of April Government’s College has become an habit whenever I needed to get in shape. I do a little running, walking and then jogging. Most times, I don’t do it just for the weight but also, it’s my way of shedding off weighty thoughts. Let’s just say, the school lawn was my quiet room. It has a seat that can accommodate at least three people at a time. The seat also swings up and down; the kind of seat you find at an amusement park or lovers’ lawn.

April Government’s College was a 15km walk down from our house. The school is very beautiful; the track field was open to the street; people can see it from afar even while in the taxi. You appreciate the beauty of the school more from a far view. Eliza also attended that school. The students are brilliant and sometimes you find it so hard to believe that’s a school funded by the government. It’s a one of its kind.

I sat on the seat for like 30minutes. The seat gives comfort and succour. It’s so sweet and relaxing; the swinging makes it feel as if I was in a totally different world and nothing around me was falling apart. I slammed on my headset with Sia’s "Chandelier" playing and I was humming to it. I remembered the past; both the beautiful and the ugly but the ugly reminisce carried the 90% of my thoughts. Life hasn’t been fair but there were sweet moments. I remembered running through the streets of Mafoluku with my panties on amidst my peers. The memory brought smiles on my face. . . I remembered St. Anne Catholic Church; there I have once served as an altar assistant; they called it servers. I remembered selling ‘dankwa’ which fed and pay for my fees through primaries one to five. . . When ‘dankwa’ failed, I resorted to selling ‘moi-moi’ and ‘koko’ (a not-too-watery version of pap) to see myself through Secondary school. I resorted to prostitution when I didn’t make my WAEC and I have to do external exams like NECO and WAEC GCE. . . Ever since then, I never stopped. Sex to me was like shielding oneself from taking the cucumber fruit all because some people don’t like it, you don’t like it and all of a sudden, you tasted an iced cucumber; an experience you never want to stop experiencing. It might not have a definite taste but it has its benefits. I was 20 when I wrote JAMB; I graduated at the age of 25. . . Approximately, I have been having consistent sex for 6 years now. . .

I was tired of reminiscing things I wasn’t proud of but hardly do I regret any of those things. . . I wish I had other choices but I didn’t. I want to be more than the situation around me could dictate but the question is, did I really achieve the way I wanted?

I ran through the track field of April G. C. over and over for six times consecutively with my headset replaying Common ft. John Legend’s “Glory” with so much heaviness and heaves of sadness all over. . . the song kinda gives me hope.

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Two hours was all I needed to make the house look so pleasant to the eyes. Somewhere within me, I feel lively, everything seems back to normal and the aura of hope flushed through my petite face. . . I had a cool bath and it was so refreshing that I was like ‘what the hell have I been doing to myself for two days?’
Not knowing what to wear, I slipped into a black jumpsuit. Black is my favourite colour. I slipped my legs into a flat black Noble Igwe-like sandal; with a rolex wristwatch and my stud earrings as ensembles. I sprayed a little perfume, carried my LV petite bag, combed my hair into an all back situation, use my favourite Sleek flash a pout lipgloss, no powder and I dashed out of the house to go check Amaka at the Police Station. I was really hoping I won’t meet her there or something or even if I did I hope Sola would have carried out my orders and make everything easy.

I flagged down a taxi and in less than 15minutes, we were there. The taxi man was extremely speedy that all I was doing throughout the ride was a silent prayer. He wasn’t smelling alcohol or looking depressive but he really doesn’t look alright with the manner with which he drove the car. I can only hope his issues are resolved before e go crash passengers for inside canal.

I stepped down and I can see that same Corporal I met the other day staring deeply at me with his eyes focusing on my boobs like a boobs-starved man and he just can’t wait to tear my clothes if possible and start overflooding his face with it.

“Hello. Good afternoon Officer.” I greeted him

“Madam, it’s still morning. . .” He said growling at me.

“Officer, take it easy na. I haven’t come here to fight you o abi. . . Anyways, it’s past twelve already. You should check your wristwatch *that’s even if it’s working* I murmured to myself.”

“Okay, no vex. . . How you dey now? E don tey wey you come here o! Your friend don dey worry no be small.”

“Eh ya. How is she? I thought you people would have released her na.”

“Release ekwa? Who we go release? Na here she go rot. That bad-mouth scatter rubbish type of girl.” He said with so much Igbotic accent.

“Officer abeg na! That one too much. Which one be she go rot here? Abeg o!”

“Wetin dey worry you too? You better behave o! You are talking to a Sergeant. I go just lock you up too.”

“lol! Officer abeg. No dey overhype yourself. Your wetin dem dey call am wey dey your fifty shoulder pad reads “Corporal”

“Wetin dey my shoulder? Two red 'V' s.

“Exactly my point. You don’t have a rank yet so stop hyping yourself. . . Can I see my friend now?”

The D. P. O. stepped out. He was a cute handsome young man. I love a man in uniform but I’m so scared of ending up with one. Biko, I love myself, e too early to dey alone either by death or by transfer or by travelling about.

“Corporal!” He screamed!

“Yes Sir!” he replied making their gestural greetings.

“Grant that young lady that have been here for some time, Amaka Coker or what’s her name; she’s available for bail.”

“Oga! Bail?”

“Yes! You heard me and make it as snappy as possible. She musn’t spend another night here! Do I make myself clear?” he said with so much authority.

“Yes, yes sir!” he said stuttering.

I couldn’t contain my laughter.

“Why you dey laugh? You this girl, I go lock you up.”

“Oga, bone! Wetin dey do you sef. . . You no see as you wan pee for body because of that young man wey come here cos you know say e fit sack you! Small boy o! DPO! No pride but ordinary corporal like you ehn! . . . Make I just shut up.”

“Sergeant! Come and lock this woman up!”

“Hahahahahahahahaha! Corporal you no go kill me o! Ordinary Corporal like you wan give Sergeant order. Abeg, speed up the bail before I scream now o and your DPO will just come out and your own don done be that!”

He left the counter and went in to return with Amaka! The stupid girl was just smiling but looking tired; all beaten up by mosquitoes.

“Babe! I’m so sorry I haven’t come to check on you in two days. . .”

“It’s okay. I understand everything.”

“No, not like that. . .”

“I said I understand. . . Jide was here to see me yesterday and he tried to hide so many things from me but I can see disappointment written all over his face but whatever that was, we are gonna talk about it when we get home.”

“I didn’t tell him you were here. . .” with so much surprise all over me.

“No you didn’t, but e be like say your bobo don dey trail you o!”

“Like Jide had been following me?. . .”

“Not like that Sule!. . .”

“Abeg Amaka! Free me, I’m not even interested in him again. I’m over him.”

“Awwwwww! So obvious babe!. . .” She said with so much lampoon and sarcasm.

“Abeg, Corporal Corporal, where I go sign?”

“You don’t need to sign anywhere. Someone pulled for your friend’s bail. So you guys are free to go.” He said much calmer and ‘lowkey’ than his previous lousiness.

“Someone pulled for my bail?” Amaka asked with so much surprise.

“Maybe it was Sola cos I went to the hospital to threaten him a bit.” I cut in.

“No o, no be that guy wey got you arrested o! Shey na Sola e dey bear. . . Dis one na one Chief Olukunle something” said the Corporal.

“Chief Olukunle what?”

Amaka’s face had drastically changed from enthusiasm to bitterness and anger. I don’t know why someone would be angry all of a sudden for someone who helped her with bail. I have never heard of that name before and somehow somewhere I felt lost.

In less than five minutes, we were out of the premises of the police station. I flagged down a taxi but Amaka was flagging down an okada behind me.

“Babe, what’s going on? I flagged down this taxi for us to go home. You freshen up, rest and eat something.”

“I know. You go without me. I need to make a stop somewhere. It’s very important.”

“Let me go with you then abi! I don’t have an appointment. We can go to that place together and then from there, we go home.” I said

“Babe, trust me! This is no trouble. Don’t be worried for me. I just want to make a quick stop. That’s it. I would meet you at home in less than thirty minutes and don’t follow me!”

“Alright.”

I entered the cab, Amaka was already on the bike and she was going in front of us. I wanted to tell the cab man to follow her but I wanted her to have her privacy. Whatever that was going on; she would tell me when she’s ready.

I got home, unlocked the door and I liked what I saw. Everywhere was spick and span. There was light; I guess the PHCN won a lottery. I was extra lightened up. I turned on the home theatre and I was blasting MC Galaxy’s “Sekem” with my dancing steps on the move. I made for the kitchen to prepare scrambled egg and coffee! Amaka loves it more than I love it. Then in the evening, we would go to the market together and cook a nice efo riro to be eaten with rice later in the day. . . Scrambled egg was ready and microwaved but I was chilling a little bit in making the coffee so it won’t get cold before Amaka gets back.

It was already passing thirty minutes and I was getting worried again. She asked me not to follow her; I don’t have an idea where she went to. Gosh! I don’t know why she keeps making me worried. . .

Then I heard a loud bang on my door.

“Yes who’s there?” I screamed.

“It’s me o; Eliza!”

I made for the door, unlocked it and greeted the rather looking extremely apprehensive girl.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you alright? Did someone die?” So many questions in one stretch of sentence. She was looking too apprehensive for my liking and I couldn’t help but bombard her with the questions.

“Aunty, something bad has happened o! terrible happenings all over.” She started weeping.

“Eliza, wetin do you na? You are scaring me o!” I couldn’t contain it anymore. I hate suspense. Both good and bad and this one definitely smells bad.

“It’s Aunty Amaka o!”

I grabbed her top. . . “Wetin do Aunty Amaka?”

I was coming back from my friend’s place when I saw an okada jam a bus and Aunty Amaka was the one on the okada. She was bleeding and she looks unconscious to me.

“Bleeding? Unconscious? Where? How?
What’s going on?”

“It was opposite our school. I think she was coming home.”

“For goodness sake, what’s going on!” I broke down in tears sitting down on the rug. Everything became so unexplainable.

“We should go quick quick na aunty! Stop crying”

I rose up, off the light, the home theatre, picked up my phone; didn’t even bother changing the bathroom slippers I was putting on. . . Gosh! Amaka just want to kill me. . . My phone beeped! “Who the hell is that sef?”

“We need to talk!” . . . Jide

One good news! One bad news! What a life. . . I wasn’t ready to loose any of them but Jide would have to wait.