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It took me a while to get myself together. . .
βIβve been great. And you?β I replied.
βObviously doing awesome my dear.β
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.
βWhat?β he asked. I guess he was wondering why I chuckled.
βWhatβs what?β I stressed back with my eyes graciously focused on him.
βSeriously what?β he asked again.
βReally, you want to do the what thing? Stop doing that!β 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.
βStop doing what?β Jide said, but this time, more daring as he pouts his face into mine.
βItβs been a while you know. . .β he said.
Jide kept his face into mine for like five minutes and who knows how much he would have stayed till a petrol tanker flashed its red lights and that crazy sound the horn always make.
βYou might want to keep your eyes more on the road you know!β I winked at him and he readjusted.
βHmmmm, never mind me, you intrigue me always. Those eyes, those legs, that face, that brain, that woman! Seriously, itβs just been six months I went away and it feels like I have never met a woman before in my life, even though you turned me down till I left.β
βExactly what I need you to stop! You flirting with me Jide, not nice!β I said.
βAnd you enjoying every bit!β he replied.
Now I couldnβt hold my laughter. He caught me, I was really enjoying it. I love it when a guy flirts with me, especially when it turns out to be someone I like! Itβs not only me I guess. Most ladies like it!
Wild thoughts began to run through my mind! Hmmmm, bad girl! The worst thing that could ever happen in this SUV right now is to have that awesome experience! Well, yeah! Amaka told me about having a sexual affair with a crush she never said yes to, and how awesome it always feels shacking up with some you are not exclusive with. . . Many strings attached, less emotions involved! I want to try it some day. I love to try new things you know!
βSo where are you off to?β Jide asked, breaking the silence!
βWell. . . Why didnβt you call me to tell me you are around?β I fired back.
βAnd why should I tell you? . . . β he said trying to get something out of me.
βBecause I know you really do wanna tell me right now.β
Now, thatβs me trying to psych him.
βAnd why would I want to do that?β he said.
βHmmmmmβ I sighed licking my lips.
βSix months, I was away for an advanced course and you never thought it nice enough to call or reach out, even though we werenβt a thing but I did try to make us a thing but for some reasons I donβt know, you kept on turning me down. So, when I came back, which I just did yesterday, I never really thought I was one person you would be interested to see.β He said with so emotions and I can feel it.
βAwwww. . . Iβm sorry but really you could have tried and see what my reaction would be, but seriously, I do wanna see you!β
I couldnβt believe I just said that.
βReally?β he asked eagerly.
βYea. . . but donβt blush.β
βI wonβt. . . lol.β
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βLeave me alone! You hurting me!β
I was screaming loud, hitting him and was sobbing, but he never gave a damn.
I remember the day Sola molested me. He never slept with me but he rumpled my body. I remember getting tired of hitting him that I just laid there at a point and allowed him have his way till he gets tired if he ever does!
We just finished sharing a nice meal of roasted plantain popularly referred to as boli with groundnut, and a bottle of coke and I guessed he mixed his with an half bottle of βOsomoβ. I got busy surfing the net and Sola began getting cozy with his mouth to my ears like a dog licking another dogβs ear wound. I told him to stop; he did and later on continued and this time, he was like a beast. . . like Iβve never seen him before.
He was voraciously eating my ears like a dessert; his hands on my breasts; then his mouth. I couldnβt take it anymore! I screamed, silently sobbing. He stopped and went silent like an alcoholic trying to be sober.
I stood up, fixed my hair with my hands and I took my bag to leave.
βIβm really sorry. Iβm not like this. I just really like you, you know and I missed you!β
I was silent. It felt stupid hearing a guy I was never having an affair with talking about missing me like as if weβve been sleeping with each other or touring each otherβs bodies. Some guys are beasts and it so sad have met more beasts than a cooing rabbit in a lifetime.
βAt least if you must leave, can you wait while I get you something to comb your hair?β
I wasnβt angry, in fact, I couldnβt place what I was feeling; whether annoyance, hate or anger. The truth is, a guy who can harass or molest, can rape and hell be let loose if someone ever claim this guy can’t rape!
He went in with my bag as a security measure for me not leaving by the time he returns. I took the brush, ran it through my weave, he continued to apologize till I took my leave.
He called my phone endlessly, sending texts but who cares for an apology over a cloth that has been rumpled, ater all there’s no light to iron it. . . How I wished he had tried it with Amaka, he’d have been in the ‘market’ by now. Mad girl!
All things being said, no grudges or unforgiveness harboured but that was the last day I was going to speak to him.
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It’s Saturday. I love Saturdays. . . who doesnβt?
I had just woken up with a loud bang on my head like the sound coming out of a pendulum hitting the walls of a bell. I didnβt have the best night, but I never had the worst. All through the night, my mind was clouded with thoughts I couldnβt place. That seemingly minute experience I had with Sola really spoilt my mood. My memory was refreshed and it was as if I was digging my hands into my brain to remember so many hurtful things that had taken place in my life.
βHey, how are you feeling now?β Amaka said handling me a hot cup of coffee.
βIβm good girlfriend; just a little bit depressed.β
βSorry ehn. Is there anything else you would like me to get you?β
This girl and her over-pampering abilities, chai! βAnyways Amaka, I am fine o!β I replied her.
βWell, if you say so.β She said leaving for the bathroom.
I was surprised she let the matter slide without probing any further. That is very unlike Amaka. I took a sip from the coffee; Amaka does make good coffee, even if she no sabi any other thing related to the kitchen.
I was really tired and wanted to sleep again but Patoranking’s “No Kissing ” blasting from somewhere in the room diverted my attention; it was definitely coming from my phone. Thatβs my favourite naija hit for now and now my ringtone, no time! I could hear Amakaβs cocky voice humming to it. Β . Β . E sure me say if that girl release a track, na only me go download am just for love sake, not to talk of an album.
βWhere the hell is the phone sef?β
βUnder the bed.β Amaka screamed from the bathroom.
βAnd who dropped it there?β
βAnd is that a question for me to answer?β Well then, you might want to ask your humble self rolling over the bed like a possessed being. . . An obvious indication that you are indeed fine.
βNa you sabi o! Aproko.β
βI don turn aproko now abi. No wahala na. Make I get out of this bathroom.β She replied.
βAmaka, I no get your time this morning o, I no even sabi wetin you dey wash since morning.β
I finally found the phone under the bed and guess who had been calling since yesterday, leaving me tons of apologetic texts; it was Sola!
βFor Godβs sake, do I need to vomit βI am not Angryβ into this guyβs ears before he understands that I am not angry? Abi what? Itβs enough he had to make me feel terrible about myself and a lot of sinking deep into the past being done, but seriously, Sola, gimme a break!β
βWow! Guess he really needs to hear the last part cos ainβt no Sola hereβ Amaka said with her micro-mini towel wrapped around her body.
βWalahi Amaka, Iβd kill you this morning.β I said, pouting my face into her face.
βAnd Iβd gladly die for your sake. . . Gosh! for crying out loud, just admit you’re pissed, itβs okay to be mad; itβs okay to confess you not feeling fine. Sola or whatever him papa and mama name him is a cow and Iβm sure heβs somewhere pretending heβs sorry for what he did yet, heβs having fun while you are here reading those texts of his that are not one inch close to apology. You are my person, and no guy tries shit with my person.β
βYouβve been watching too much Greyβs Anatomy obviously. . .β
βShey na wetin you go talk be that? Your good heart go kill you one day. Whether you like it or not, at a point in life, youβve just gat to offend some people o and make enemies if need be so far itβs for your good. Stop playing cool all the time. . . Get fired up! Address the f**king attitude and give your anger an expression!
βPoint well taken Prof. Amaka.β I said, goggling my eyelashes like someone with a peg in her eye.
β. . . And you are welcome dull apprentice!β she ran off.
βYou for wait na. Iβd have shown you some dullness.β
βAnd you need to dress up girl, we are going out!β Amaka said, shouting at the top of her voice from the room.
βAnd where the hell would I be following you to? Mtcheeew! Iβd be damned if I dress up!β
βYou should be!β she said locking up the room door!
βAmaka, open this door now o!β I said with my fist banging the door.
Stupid girl! She already heard my footsteps! Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been without her. . . Less-stressful I guess!
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βIβd like Champagneβ
βAnd you ma?β the bartender asked facing Amaka
βIβd like a bottle of Smirnoff and some well prepared cowskin. . . Emphasis on well-prepared o!β she said trying to scare the waiter.
Amaka is an ass! See the way she was βstrongingβ her face like someone who dey beg shit to come out of her yansh. As if she had ate a bad βponmoβ at the restaurant before! Kai! She can spoil business.
βWhy na, what I do? Why are you looking at me like that? I was just being real, hello o!β
βI don hear you o!β I responded.
βUnlike you, ordering for a champagne when you should knack better alcohol like vodka to wash away that thing wey dey bug your mind, dey form well-mannered girl for there!”
“Na you sabi. I actually thought you were going to Sola’s house to go do something crazy.”
“Well, I will. Maybe not today. I’ll deal with him tomorrow.”
The bartender brought our order, and while I was just looking around, my eyes caught Sola and Jide with a plus one which should either belong to one of them. They were sitting and chatting at a corner. I never knew he was Jide then.
βMaybe you really donβt have to wait till tomorrow.β I murmured.
βWhat?β
βWe have company over there.β I said, shooting my eyes in the direction of Sola with Amakaβs eyes tailing the direction.
βWell then, are you ready to be a bitch?β
βAfter you Prof.!β Β I said feeling some deep guts down my throat.
We both laughed, stood up from our seats, abandoning our order which was as good as not touched. With Amaka at the front, I followed her. Dada no fit fight but e get person wey chop liver pass am.
wow .. nice one there ibukun.
Nice nice nice…more episodes!!!
Thanks IBK.
Well done girl.
Nice one. Scattered though,but I want to believe, it’s the past about how she met Jide . All the same,wonderful write up. Keep it up ma. Expecting more.
Thanks for the observation! Bless up!
Great write up dear…
The switch from being with Jide to being assaulted by Sola was confusing. It’s much later at the bar i realized she was recounting how she met Jide.
Great conversation though. Well done.
Noted for improvement! Thanks so much for reading
Prof. And her dull apprentice? It surely a nice combination! I dey hail o! @ibukun_writes
Sola+Jide is in for it ooo….Babe abeg express your anger…well done Ibukun….i love d story.
M still getting to understand the story… But its nice
Sola is in hot soup…..well done gurl.
Wow, how did I miss this? Oya now Miss Dada ati Olugbeja..haha. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces.
Well done iBk..that reminds me, what is it you wanna tell me o “omo ilu mi”?
Hehhehehehe
Omo! See World War o!
Onward Christian soldiers!!!!!
Amaka the “gingerer”, let’s go!!!
Nice one Ibukun. I like how it’s progressing really. The escapades and the drama, they’re things one can relate with, I mean they’re real.
Big ups
Dat amaka girl thinks she is d definition of craze shey, I pity her. very funny thou