The Slam Book

Memoirs of A Repentant Hooker ~ Episode 26

Amaka came in a little bit late into the night. I was snacking on Cornflakes while I enjoyed watching a previous episode of How to Get Away with Murder having successfully devoured a bowl of fried plantains and egg earlier. She looked tired and overly famished. I looked at her for a minute with the mindset of bombarding her with all of the questions I had in mind but the more I kept on thinking about it, the more I felt I was being held back by Jide’s words. 

“Something to eat other than this?” She asked pointing at my cornflakes while she sat beside me.
“Yea but you’d have to prepare it. Keeping yours would have amounted to a very cold dinner.”

“I understand jare. . . Cornflakes it is then.”

“Kei! Just to fry some plantains and egg Amaka?”

“I’m tired, I just want to sleep. There’s so much work to do in the morning. I’m not like you!”

“Of course not!” I said sneering.

“Congratulations on your beautiful car! Girl! I’m super proud of you!” She said throwing me cornflakes from my plate.

“You’re crazy shey you know! But thanks all the same, I owe it all to you!”

“Hmmm. . . this cornflakes is good!” She said as she walked away into the room with the rest of the cornflakes and her jacket and heels in the other hand.

“So what’s up with your work na?”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning. Good night babes! Go and sleep already!”

I never knew I could manage to keep things in control for that long. Amaka was beginning to get on my nerves and I do not have any energy left inside of me to pretend as if I wasn’t. I picked up the letter to read again and tears began to flow from my eyes. Why is Amaka doing this to her mother? I couldn’t see a reason why a mother had to leave notes begging to see her daughter if there wasn’t more to the matter. Just when I was lost in this thought, Jide’s call came in.

“Hey love!”

“I thought we already bid each other goodnight?” I said.

“Yea. . . that’s true but I was hoping, is it possible for you to meet for lunch tomorrow?”

“Well, that shouldn’t be a problem but why can’t it wait till weekend?”

“That’s because I’m not the one requesting for lunch, my sister is.” He went silent.

“Aunty Kayinsola?”

“Yea. . .”

“I’m in one hundred percent.” I replied enthusiastically.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am. Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No. I just feel you’re overly excited.”

“That’s good right? It is now.” I asked.

“I don’t know but see you tomorrow!” He ended the call.

Was I sounding overly excited? Maybe he was right. I have been hoping to see her for a while now. I’ve always felt she has a clue as regards Amaka’s matter ever since that day she received a call from Amaka’s mother. Nonetheless, I was really hoping I haven’t done something to piss Jide off. 
* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Practicing means more study as a Barrister. Barrister Adams had earlier handed me a case file of a man who has been accused of killing his ex-wife and whose bail has been difficult to get by his previous lawyer. But now, the case is ours and I have been given the assignment of getting the man a bail because Barrister Adams promised him he was gonna get him a bail which his former Lawyer couldn’t do and with that, he got him fired and employed us.

I walked out of the station as a proud Barrister having secured my client’s bail in the company of my client. It felt so good to have successfully carried out my first assignment as a practicing Lawyer. As I exchanged greetings and appreciating words with my client and his family, I saw Chief Coker walked into the police station with his eyes fully fixed on where I was standing. What had happened is what Yoruba will translate into English by saying “Our eyes met!”

I hurried off the premises of the station as I got into the car making sure my client and his family had already left. I couldn’t stop thinking as I drove off why Chief Coker was looking at me. He probably still recognizes me from the church incident between me and his wife. I was getting tired of having myself intertwined in all these webs of drama. Before I knew it, I was already at the office. I walked into my office full of thoughts, trying to crack my brain when I heard a knock. 

“Good afternoon Sir.” I said standing up.

“Yeah, welcome. I have been expecting you to come to my office and acquaint me with how it all went down at the station but you didn’t show up.” He said sitting down.

“I’m very sorry sir. I was going to do that, I probably got carried away.”

“It’s okay. You can’t afford to get carried away with anything. This case is a very big one from what I’ve gathered so far.”

“I understand sir. You can trust me.”

“Okay. Hope everything is alright though?” He asked feeling concerned as he tried to walk away from the office.

“Definitely sir.”

“Okay then. Someone has been waiting for you in my office for like 30 minutes now. I guess he’s a friend of yours.” He said smiling through the mention of friend.

Jide walked right into my office as Barrister Adams walked away into his. 

“What about the feedback sir?” I asked walking a little bit after him.

“After the lunch Barrister.” He said smiling.

I walked back into my office smiling sheepishly like a woman whose husband just stabbed work just to spend the day with her.

“So you came to my office without telling me?” I said hitting him.

“I thought you love surprises?” He said smiling and rolling in his chair.

“And you don’t like surprises! So what’s up?” I said sitting down.

“Well, I decided to come to your office after calling you severally with no response.” 

I picked up my phone and looked at it, there was three missed calls from Jide already.

“I’m so sorry hon. I went to the prison to fix some things and I had to silence my phone.”

“Wow! Barrister hotness. I can imagine. So shall we?”

“Of course!”
* * * * * * * * * * * *

We drove into the cool ambience of Aunty Kayinsola’s home. It was such a beautiful home with floral decorations and well watered green carpet grass. It was such an amazing edifice too beautiful for words. Jide’s one-time knock came with immediate response from Aunty Kayinsola’s husband as he came to open the door. The whiteness of his teeth was so bright as he welcomed us into their home with smiles.

“Good afternoon Sir.” Jide said as he exchanged hands with Aunty Kayinsola’s husband.

“Good to see you again Jide.” Her husband replied him.

“Same here.” Jide replied.

I greeted him and he smiled and replied me leading us into their home. Aunty Kayinsola was setting the dining table as we entered. She left the meals as she walked up to us in the living room.

“It’s so good to see you again Darling!” Aunty Kayinsola said hugging me tightly.

“Good to see you again ma.” I said totally rising on my feet.

“Please sit Darling. It’s so obvious my brother is doing a great job on you!” She said smiling.

“You can say that again Sist!”

“Congratulations on your new job. Jide told us.” Aunty Kayin’s husband said.

“Thank you very much sir.”

“Shall we proceed to the dining table?”

“Absolutely. I can’t wait. It’s been a while I ate something from your kitchen.”

“FFO! I hope you’re taking note Darling. Your husband to be is a food monger.”

“I swear, you can’t stress that enough Sist.!”

We moved to the dining table and said a little prayer. Aunty Kayinsola’s husband served her meal while Jide served mine. I was so amused by this beautiful gesture. The food was super tasty. 

“Aunty Kayinsola, this food is super delicious.” I said pausing in between my meals.

“That’s what happens when you marry the right woman.” Her husband replied.

“Just that you haven’t been paying so much dues lately.” Jide said smiling.

“We’ll adjust.” Her husband replied laughing.

“The earlier the better.” Jide replied smiling.

“Thanks for having us Aunty Kayin. We really appreciate it.” I said as I helped clear the table.

“It’s a great pleasure for me I must say.”

Jide led me into the kitchen as I dropped the dishes to wash them. Aunty Kayinsola walked in on us as Jide excused us.

“So how are things with you two?” She asked as she joined me in dish washing by arranging them.

“We are more than making progress.”

“That’s great.”

“I didn’t see your baby. Is she asleep?”

“No. She’s with my husband’s mother for the weekend.” She replied.

“You are leaving your baby for the weekend?” I asked astonished.

“Well, not that I can’t afford to because she’s now taking solid meals and all but my mummy genes can’t withstand it. So after we are done hosting you, we are going to my mother-in-laws for the weekend.”

“Oh! That’s great.”

“So have you heard from Sade? Any improvement?”

“Yeah. We are making progress. I met with her yesterday and I really do understand where she’s coming from.”

“That’s how life rolls, you give it a little time and it will all come around and if it doesn’t, it’s simply because it doesn’t matter.”

“Thanks a lot ma. It’s one in a hundred of people that could afford to show me so much sincere love with the level of allegations and scandals flowing around me.”

“See, it’s nothing to thank me for. Everyone needs a benefit of doubt. You need to meet people to know them. We all do have a past you know and I trust my brother. I trust his judgment. If he’s cool, I am cool with you.”

“I have been trying to see you for some time now over the call you received the last time I was at the house.”

“From Mrs. Coker?”

“Yes ma.”

“Hope all is well?”

“It’s a long story and to just summarize it, I’d say, I live with her daughter and a lot has been going on lately and she isn’t telling me anything and I can’t help but feel she’s is in a bigger trouble.”

“You live with Amaka Coker?” She asked very surprised.

“Yes, I do. We’ve been friends for years now. We are like sisters.”

“The last time I set my eyes on her was 15 years ago. She was like 12 years old then if not less.”

“You’ve met her?”

“Yes, I have. Our families have a ton of histories together.”

“But Jide didn’t know her before now.”

“It’s possible. Jide is a guy, he has always been himself from time. It’s possible he never really knew her.”

“So, is it possible for you to tell me something, anything at all, at least I can know what I’m dealing with?”

“Well, as much as I would love to, I can’t ‘cos everything she told me, she did in confidence and we don’t have much info now but all I can do for you is give you her contact. Try to see her and let her know you live with Amaka and all and if you’re free next weekend, give me a call and let’s see how we can meet up.”

“Thank you very much ma.”

“You thank me too much. You’re family now. Less thanks huh?”

“Alright.”

I walked into the living room seeing Jide and Aunty Kayinsola’ husband engrossed in talks. He stood up, gave him a side hug.

“Thanks for having us man!” Jide said.

“Thanks for honouring our invite.” He replied.

I was pretty amused at their closeness. He held me by the hand as we bid the couple goodbye.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Saturdays are wash days! Amaka and I were going to the cinema later in the day to see The Wedding Party movie. There has been so much rave about the movie that I just couldn’t wait to see it apart from the fact that it had one of my favourite actor, Sola Sobowale in it. Jide had got us four tickets the day before. Amaka had said the only reason she was going to go was if she was allowed to come with her doctor lover. Why not? After all, Amaka was now like a go-slow terrain. 

After we were done washing, rice was ready for breakfast. Amaka insisted I cooked simultaneously with washing or else she would be too famished to wait for meal on fire. Having set the table, I went in to pick the piece of paper I had tore open from the envelope Amaka mum’s dropped by the doorstep. I walked into the living room with Amaka digging her fork and spoon into the food already.

“You just couldn’t wait abi?” 

“Because I am Jide abi and we are dating?” She sneered.

“Kei! Na wa for you.”

“I know.”

I sat at the table as I began to eat but my mind remained unsettled. I waited for her to eat her meal to a reasonable extent when I decided to break the silence.

“Amaka, I’ve been planning to ask you something for a while now.”

“What is it again?”

“Why have you been avoiding your mother?” I blurted out.

“Excuse me?” 

“I mean why have you been avoiding Mrs. Coker, your biological mother?”

“Have you been playing Olivia Pope on me?”

“This is nothing like it. I came home yesterday night to this letter dropped by the doorstep and there it was, your mother begging so hard for you to see her. What’s going on with you?”

“You should back off!”

“No! I’m not backing off. I’ve backed off for too long. In fact, I don’t need your permission as to what risk I take and I don’t.”

“Fine! Just wait right here, I’m coming.”

I walked into the room and brought out a box of letters I found hidden in Amaka’s room that same night.

“What is this?” I threw it on the dining table.

“You are snooping?” She picked it up.

“Call it whatever you like. What the hell is wrong with you Amaka? You have a box full of your mother’s letters and it’s not only sad that you ain’t replying any, you are not finding time to see her. Please I beg you, whatever this is, let me in on it.”

“You know what, it’s obvious you are not about to let this go anytime soon. So, I’m just gonna go in, pack some of my stuffs and let you be.”

“Amaka! Amaka! Are you for real?”

She walked into the living room with her handbag and another bag and she walked out removing her handset and charger from the socket.

“Amaka! What the heck is your problem?”

She walked out pretending as if she didn’t hear me. The same moment, Jide walked in.

“What’s up dear? I just walked right past her and I greeted her but she ignored me.”

“She ignored you?”

“That’s right!”

“Did you go hard on her?” Jide asked.

“Maybe. . . Just a little.” I answered shying away.

“A little like how many percent?” Jide asked.

“I don’t know! I’m tired of all these dramas! I’m tired of being left in the dark. I’m tired of Amaka giving me the cold shoulder and going all silent treatment on me.”

“Exactly what I thought. 100% just a little. So where do you think she’s headed?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know.” I broke down in tears as Jide held me tightly.

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