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Ebukun Gbemisola Ogunyemi popularly known as Ibukunwrites/EGO is a Writer ~ (Content | Non-Fiction | Fiction | Poetry | Screen). She's a Blogger, an Avid reader, Fun Cook, Baker, an Aspiring Media Personality, a Language Enthusiast, a Wordsmith, an ardent lover of Art & Documentary. Ibukunwrites is highly passionate about women, children and abuse related causes and she tries to show these in her writings. She's a sucker for African literature, simplicity in writing and story telling; also a Shondaland addict, a die-hard fan of music and movies. . . not your everyday kinda girl! Her Anthology "Creeping Voices" published late last year is available for download on okadabooks.com. She tweets at @ibukunwrites on Twitter. Ebukun Gbemisola Ogunyemi on Facebook and also, @ibukunwrites on Instagram.

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #10

Previously on Memoirs of a Repentant Escort Some people no get good thoughts for mind. Even some wey get, na one good thought, two terrible thoughts. I think Mama Seun fits that category. “She dey alright o.” “Okay. As I no see her na why I talk say make I just ask as per Jesus talk say, love your neighbours as yourself na. . . But you never tell me where she dey.” “Mama Seun, you know say I don tire. All that matters is that Amaka is fine. That info sef suppose do you now. I’d see you in that morning. Good night.” “Okay o.” I didn’t even bother looking at her face while I talked. It is said that ‘he who looks at the bride’s face will know she’s crying.’ I knew what I said would have hurt her aproko body small but who cares. I have bigger…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #9

Catch up with Memoirs of a Repentant Escort Staring at the blood-stricken rug, reminiscing my first moment and moments with Amaka, I couldn’t help but pray earnestly in my mind that she stays hale and hearty. I love the fun she gives me; to hell with the stress that comes with it. Even though a part of me wanted to think it was all a prank, life doesn’t pull pranks, so does Amaka and even if she was up to something, it was never gonna be something threatening as this but woe-betide her if this is all for nothing cos I could swear I had already lost a pound in the process of worrying about her The compound was still very much silent, nobody around still; didn’t know who to call or whose opinion to seek. Jide would have been my first go-to counseling centre if things hadn’t gone sour…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #8

Read previous episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort I was speechless still. “You see son! This girl is a hooker! A prostitute. She sleeps with men for money and the sexual enjoyment.” He said facing Jide. “And how do you know all of that Dad? 10pm? Allen Avenue? What were you doing there?” He said with his voice becoming violent towards his dad. “I won’t have you question me in my own home or create unnecessary fuss over this prostitute here. This lunch is over.” “Shall we?” Jide’s voice beckoned on me to stand up. I left without a word. I was broken. Jide never said a word throughout the drive home. Even when he dropped me at home, he never uttered a word or open the door of the car for me as he used to. I sat for an hour in front of the house speechless, sad…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #7

Previous episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort “I wasn’t fantasizing, I was just. . .” “Devil, I bind you. Commot here abeg! Shoo!” . . . And she literally shut me up. “Well, I am not going.” “Well, you will!” I could see her aiming for under the pillow, whatever she was gonna bring, I didn’t want to see it, I dashed out with my phone in hand, jamming the door behind me. I could hear her hysterical laugh. “I’m glad you fear me babe cos I wasn’t going to bring out anything under that pillow except for my hair net which I forgot to put on last night.” “Go to hell!” I opened the door slightly and screamed back at her. “I love you too!” she replied. I hit the showers and that was the only thing I love about the house apart from the kitchen. It has…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #6

Previous episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort Going out with Jide was exactly my getaway. I needed the cool aura, the solemn oldies and the delicious sauced fried snails of the restaurant. . . Jide is indeed a man of class and I enjoyed every meal from the dessert to the main course and to every music played that I couldn’t but store the name of the restaurant in my petite medulla oblongata. . . Can’t even remember the last time I went on a date or treated myself purposelessly to a great meal but it definitely would be two weeks today that I had my last ‘sexcapade’. . . well, they are both nourishing to the body, it depends on which is prioritized. In short, I had an obvious fun that has shifted my attention more to the food aspect. Finally, Jide pulled a stop in front of…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #5

Older episodes of Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort “Hi!” Sola said with his heart definitely beating beyond normal. His ‘hi’ was full of guilt; an ‘hi’ trying to contain a disease that may soon turn an epidemic. “Hello, I am Ayobami, Sola’s girlfriend, and you guys are?” “. . . his victims dumbass!” Amaka screamed. Now seriously, Amaka is being really bitchy. Shoo! Wetin the girlfriend do na! And seriously, you’d know an insecure girlfriend when you see one! “Yai, Ayam Sola’s girlfriend” I murmured annoyingly” stupid girl. “Errm abeg, my time is precious! Who among you is Sola? I take it that you are the one.” Amaka said facing Sola. It was written all over his face that he was uncomfortable and unstable. Guilt is a bastard! “Do you know that you are a fool and an irresponsible man and a beast!” Now the conjuncts are getting too much!…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #4

Read older episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort It took me a while to get myself together. . . “I’ve been great. And you?” I replied. “Obviously doing awesome my dear.” I saw his eyes flash through my cleavage. I remembered how he kept his eyes glued on my boobs the day he told me he was into me. He obviously still has a crush on those wonderful works of Jah. I chuckled. “What?” he asked. I guess he was wondering why I chuckled. “What’s what?” I stressed back with my eyes graciously focused on him. “Seriously what?” he asked again. “Really, you want to do the what thing? Stop doing that!” I screamed sexily. Having a woman screamed sexily is one of the greatest enthusiasm guys feel. The more he tried to hide it, the more his eyes increasingly gave him away. “Stop doing what?” Jide said, but…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #3

Read episode one and two of Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort It’s been a while I felt a sharp-thrusting in between my thighs like I did yesterday night. I remembered clearly the surprise and disdain widely capitalized on Amaka’s face the day I told her I wanted to stay off sex for a while, but who would have thought I was going to break my 6 months old celibacy with Papa Seun’s ‘divine sword’! Papa Seun isn’t my type but seriously, how many ladies with a voracious sex apetite like mine considers who or who is not a type when on heat? Mtcheew! Most times, we end up having random sex with people we never thought we could have it with. Well, not ‘we’, maybe just me! Sitting at the edge of the bed and ruminating over it all, I caught Papa Seun stealing glances at me as if it…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #2

Hi guys, it’s Sally here. Please catch me on radio this morning, Inspiration FM 92.3. 10am You can listen live on streema here . . . . . . . . . . . And there I stood, it wasn’t a dream. It was me staring into the bulging faces of Mama Seun and the beautiful ‘gbeboruns’ of No. 5 pretentiously referred to as neighbours. Staring at each other, we were both lost for words for few minutes. The meeting was so awkward, and it was the first of its kind in the history of my co-tenancy with Mama Seun. “Omo ilu mi, ma binu jare, na only you dey house?” Finally, she said. I made a prolonged silent hiss motivated by anger and frustration. I was so mad at Mama Seun for spoiling my morning and sabotaging my sleep, after all, I wasn’t the one she was looking for…

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