Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker: Episode 13

It wasn’t as if I never knew Amaka had parents but she really never said much about them. It was as if they were non-existing entities. . . And now, her parents who I have never met in years and whom she had never mentioned just happened to show up at the hospital just like that! I guess there is a whole lot going on with Amaka these past few days that I’m ignorant of and here she is lifeless; all bounded up like a Lazarus expecting Christ to bring her out of the dead.

I have missed Amaka like I did missed my old-self. Never knew I was lost in so much thought until the Doctor touched me; guess he had found a way to dismiss Chief and Mrs. Coker. . . Right now, I felt so lonely, no one to call mine after all, Jide has went AWOL.

“Madam, I’m so sorry you had to witness that but I think it’s okay you did.”

“It’s fine Doctor. . . So, what’s up with Amaka? What does her condition reads or means?”

“Well, I would have to say that her condition is really not that critical. I’m personally still observing her. Let’s keep praying for her to get out of coma. Amaka has fought through worse and she’s come out strong. So there is no cause for alarm.”

“What do you mean Amaka has fought through worse?” I asked with so much eagerness

“She has so much to tell you Miss but she can only do that only if she gets well.”

“Alright Doctor. . . Thanks so much. Would love to take my leave now. Would check back tomorrow morning.”

“No problem. . . Just remember you are welcome here anytime and you should know, she penciled your name as her next of kin.”

“Her next of kin?” I asked feeling lost. . . Not that I think I don’t deserve it but why me when her parents are still very much alive?

“Alright Doctor. Thanks so much for the info. I would be seeing tomorrow morning.”

“Take care.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

The aura of my number 5 home was unexpectedly cool. I had walked in like I had no legs. I wanted a shower so bad. I just wanted to cool off, play some rock and RnB, hold my pillow and just sleep off if possible. I would have loved to talk to someone but you all know who I would have loved to talk to but that’s definitely a no-go-area.

The rate at which I think these days had gone beyond alarming to crazy. I forget myself so easily. It’s either I’m talking to myself or I have forgotten myself on a little thought or someone had to shout my name like five times before I move from subconscious to consciousness. I held my key to my door for like five minutes without even opening it; guess I was off again.

The presence of Eliza had eluded me until she screamed my name. . .

“Eliza, how are you?”

“I’m fine ma. . . I don dey here since like 3 minutes screaming your name but e be like say you dey think too much. Small small o Aunty.

“Thank you jare Eliza and thanks for the other day.”

“Don’t mention ma. . . And I wan thank you for helping me out with my fees o; you and Aunty Amaka. Make God heal her quick quick.”

“Amen. Thank you so much. . . You can go now.”

“No Aunty. . . Shold I help you get something or anything at all.”

“No, it’s fine really. If I need any help, I would definitely call on you.”

“Alright Aunty but no too think o!”

“I won’t dear. Oshe.”

I really wish I could worry about Eliza right now; there are so many things I planned to share with her but obviously not now. The thought of Jide filled my heart. I missed him and I’m tired of the games we are playing. All I wanted us to have was a pep talk and know what or which is the way forward.

I hit the play button of my home theatre to the sweet voice of Schubert’s Ave Maria hoping for sleep to come do its worst.

* * * * * * * * *

It’s crazy how you sleep on and wake up to the thoughts of the same person. I felt like picking up my phone to call Jide but I won’t. I know it’s pride but I won’t. I decided to hit the showers, prepare a minor breakfast and get dressed for the hospital but somehow I had a very strong urge to go to the Church. . . Everything is falling apart and prayer seems to be the key.

I scanned through my wardrobe; hit my sweet sixteen legs in a black trouser and a coloured top; slipped my feet in a flat sandal, ate three slice of bread, sipped a little tea, made for the door only to storm into Jide. I had a mixture of butterflies and goose bumps but it’s definitely that kind of goose bumps you feel when you are caught doing a mischief. I tried to hide my enthusiasm towards Jide. I didn’t know whether to invite him in or be cold towards him.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” He answered.

“Can I come in?

“Sure! Why not.”

“Thanks.”

I walked briskly after Jide. I wasn’t expecting him but my wish definitely had come through. Jide was calm, ever looking handsome and collected. He decided to break the silence this time.

“How have you been?”

“Been good at least.” I replied with mixed feelings.

“I felt we have so much to talk about. I don’t want to use the word you owe me some explanations.”

“I have been hoping we could talk too but I don’t think this is a good time.”

“Okay. . . I can see you dressed up. What time should 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 sandal!”

“Thanks.” I replied full of silent chuckles.

That compliment made it all seem like we might have a chance! *just saying*

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5 thoughts on “Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker: Episode 13

  1. Once again…you have made my Monday morning… Abeg bring back our Amaka o. Nice one. A little spice like romance or sparkle between u two will really make this more delicious.
    No suspense in this… Nice Job anyway

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