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Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #19

Read Episodes 1-18 of Memoirs of Repentant Escort I couldn’t bring myself to imagine just for a little bit what Mrs. Coker was probably talking about. For a second, my mind wondered into the possibilities of sexual abuse and molestation but I really didn’t wanna believe it. I thought that was me allowing all the craziness going on in the world right now about sexual abuse to seep through my thoughts. Still, it was still difficult erasing the 75% chance that Amaka could be a victim of sexual violence. I held Mrs. Folake Coker by the arm; I could see tears trying to take formation in her pupils. She didn’t wanna talk no more but I needed more than Amaka’s dad was doing bad things to her. “Was Amaka sexually violated by her father?” I eventually found the courage to ask. She looked away. Her face spoke guilt, shame and…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #18

Catch up on Memoirs of a Repentant Escort The idea of Amaka walking away out of the house had left me so devastated that I couldn’t remember that I had obliged Jide’s request to pass the night in the bid to make me feel better. I didn’t know when I smacked Jide as I woke up, saw my hands all curled up against his body. He rolled and moves the back of his hand against his face making some sweet little sound like a beautiful puppy. I wasn’t gonna have none of that. I smacked him again. I guessed this time it was probably intentional. “Hey babe, what?” He asked all jerked up. “Look at the time!” I screamed pointing my hand at the wall clock in the room. “Is that your way of saying good morning?” He replied all smiling like an annoying sister enjoying bullying. “What does that…

Memoirs Of Repentant Escort #17

Read: All Episodes Of Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort Mending fences with Amaka was something I was determined to restore like it used to be but not with force. I was going to make it a one step at a time thing as Jide advised. My day at the Legal Firm had gone well. Not only did I got the job, I had an official car to go with it and a very handsome pay. Who gets an official car in a legal firm in Naija these days? Amaka wasn’t picking up but I had sent her text stating how it all went at my side and trying to find out how it went on her side too. I was so happy to start practicing after so many years of being called to bar. Yes, I had managed at a little firm immediately after Law School but it didn’t last…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #16

The stay at the Jones’ was shortened at the emergence of the real Jide Jones. . . While Chief Jide Jones (Snr.) walked into the living room in his full regalia, everyone greeted him except for Jide who was obviously being eaten up by something inside him and me who had a supposedly weird relationship with my to-be father-in-law. Ever since the first day at the Jones’ house, with Chief Jide Jones making it vehemently clear that he wouldn’t have me as a daughter-in-law, I had decided to step backwards as regards him but I could’t help but be worried for Jide. I didn’t even have enough time to say goodbye to Jide’s mother properly neither did I have a good shot at sighting Sade before I left all thanks to Jide who had become so uncomfortable at the arrival of his dad. “Looks like you guys have forgotten me…

Memoirs of A Repentant Escort #15

Catch up on episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort I walked into the living room with so much pride in a face lift well done. “Hmmmm you look flawless as ever!” “I bet I do” “So where are you taking me to this time? The place where we first met? KFC?” “Actually. . .” he said stammering and picking his words one by one. Jide held me by the arms as he moved closer “Actually what?” He kept mute still “Oh! Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking. . . cos if it is, I’m sorry but ain’t going nowhere. “Well it is. . . I want you to meet my family again. I need you guys to start afresh. My Mother wants to meet you officially this time.” “Yea. . . at least you were nice enough not to spring it on me this time but I still…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #14

Catch up on missed episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort Being too scared to spend the night in my room even though Jide offered his company, still, we had to crash at his side. Jide had a four-bedroom beautiful flat to his name and from his sweat. Being a hardworking man, he was financially okay even though he tried to conceal it by being humble with everything. He was an Engineer by profession. He studied Engineering after which he went for his six months advanced course. He talked more about God than he ever did about sex. He never misused any opportunity he had to flaunt the God factor in my face and neither did he conceal his happiness about seeing me in church; not that I have never been to church before but that was his first time of seeing me the day I had that crazy encounter…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #13

Previous episodes of Memoirs of a Repentant Escort “Okay. . . I can see you’re dressed up. What time should we fix?” “Well right now, I can’t say beause I want to make a stop at the Catholic Church opposite that police station by the school gate and I intend to check on Amaka afterwards.” “Okay. I’ve been there this morning and she’s a lot better than she was yesterday. The bandage all over her head had been removed.” “Really? How is she? Like did you get to talk to her?” “No. She was sleeping when I got there so I didn’t get to speak to her.” “Okay. Thank God.” “Can I drop you off?” “I wouldn’t mind.” “Nice footwear!” “Thanks.” I replied full of silent chuckles. That compliment made it all seem like we might have a chance! *just saying* * * * * * * * The…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #12

Eliza and I had taken an okada which seemed 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 ‘cos I seemed 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 seemed to be falling apart. There is a seemingly big trouble in our…

Memoirs Of A Repentant Escort #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 had lost the two most important persons to me. . . No sex in three weeks; so very unusual. I seemed 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 are 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”…

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