memoirs of a repentant slut episode 10…by ibukun writes

Amaka Coker was one out of the few great things that happened to my life. I remembered the first time we met; it was like we had known each other for ages. She has and always had an alluring and magnetic personality; she’s more realthan life, ‘couthly’-blunt and highly hyper-active. She has this laughter and smile that makes you wanna believe life is problem-free and everything is perfect with her. Her voice and words speaks Bob Marley’s “Every little thing is gonna be alright. . . Don’t worry be happy, even if your landlord says your rent is late.”We met in one of the awkwardplaces most men don’t wanna meet their future wife; where most ladies beef each otherjust for the night. Where ladies who covet each other’s body shape during the day, bad-mouths the so-called perfect body tosell market. There you see the realest of all boobs and the fakes; those 3 inches padded boobs where customers discover say nabobo juice aftere don pay finish.Ours is a meeting point where different dialects of pidgin is being spoken; where figure one during the day becomes figure8 at night; where people who no sabi each other for day become enemies with abusive words hurling at each other.Amaka was thehot type; with the Joselyn Dumas kind of shape and a Mercy Johnsontype of height. She was of high demand and has a high class taste of customers. She has a zero tolerance for low self esteem and even though the girls talk bad about her when she’s notaround, they dare not the moment she arrives. My babe get respect for body. Most times, customers drive off without hooking up with anyone if she is not available.Amaka never does multiple per night. She always says, “my body no bedeliverance centre where I attend to many situations per day” lol. The girl is a piece of work; a human comic relief when everything turns boring and sour.Sitting on the couch, staring at the clock; watching the short hand of the clock on 7 and the long hand on 12; it was as if darkness was over the face ofmy earth and the only personto proclaim ‘tada! Let there be light’ has suddenly gone missing.The house felt so empty without her andI can’t help but feel something terrible has happened to her. She tells me always, “no matter what happened to me, I’m a big girl, and I can always handle the situation”.* * * * * * * * * * ** *“Hey, you are not going home tonight?”“And you are?” I fired back“Hey, chill! You don’t have to be hard with everyone just because life is hard on you. Life is hard on everyone girlie, you just have to handle it pretty well and stop throwing tantrums at everyone that comes your way. . . Anyway,I was just showing some care, that’s all.”She sounded so bitchy as she sounded so cool in one stretch of sentence.“I’m sorry I replied you thatway.”“Well, forget it! Idon’t take things too seriously. . .“Well, I am. . .”“Never mind, I know who you are. I mean beyond the walls of the streets. I know you don’t remember my face but I do. You are the girl with the incredible brain. . . Remember thatresponse you gave Dr. Freezeat LEM 201 class? You made a lot of sense. Anyways, I’m your course mate.” She saidin a long-stretch of utterance without a pause.“Ow! Okay. So sorry I couldn’t recognize you, I’m not too good with faces.”“No problem.”I just lied though. I am very much good with faces. Maybe faces that has hurt me are quite unforgettable to me but I really never noticed her likeI really never noticed any of my course mates becauseI love my solitariness.“So, why are you here?” we both asked each other at the same time.“You first!” I responded.“Why are you working here? You don’t care if anybody whoknows you like our course mates find you here? Even though you don’t know them, they know you!”“Do you care?” Iasked her.“Who gives a damn?. . . But why do you work here?”“Cos I need the money.”“Really?”I almost gave her a disdain look.“What do you mean really?” I asked with so much disgust“Never mind. So, won’t you go home tonight? After all, the show is over”“Well, I have nowhere to stay for tonightand the little money I have with me is not even enough for my plans.”That was so unlike me; I just blurted outto a total stranger without holdingback.“Anyways, this is N50,000; you can add it to whatever you have in your purse if it’s enough to get you a place to sleep for the night and maybe solve your problems.”I collected the money that it felt like a dream holding it between my hands. I spent almost 15mins caressing the money, as I looked up to thank her or ask her why she gave it to me, she was almost far gone.“Why did you give me the money?” I screamed on top of my voicehoping she would hear or reply me and sure she did.“Because I don’t do this for the money. You need it; I don’t.”“Thanks. . . But who are you? Your name? You didn’t tell me.”“Amaka Coker” she screamed back.

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