Memoirs of a repentant slut ep 16…ibukun writes


I grabbed her top. . . “Wetin do Aunty Amaka?”I was coming back from my friend’s place when I saw an okada jam a bus and Aunty Amaka was theone on the okada. She wasbleeding and she looks unconscious tome.“Bleeding? Unconscious? Where? How? What’s going on?”“It was opposite our school. I she was coming home.”“For goodness sake, what’s going on!” I broke down in tears sitting down on the rug. Everything became so unexplainable.“We should go quick quick na aunty! Stop crying”I rose up, off the light, the home theatre, picked up my phone; didn’t even bother changing the bathroom slippers I was putting on. . . Gosh! Amaka just want to kill me. . . My phone beeped! “Who the hell isthat sef?”We need to talk!” . . . JideOne good news! One bad news! What a life. . . I wasn’t ready to loose any of them but Jide would have to wait.* * * * * * * *Eliza and I had taken an okadawhich seems to be the fastest as my mind seemingly dictated. I never even hadthe time to debate with mymind which is faster between the okada and the taxi but who cares rightnow ‘cos I seem to be on it already.Eliza who sat atmy back on theokada was literally ‘shooking’ me with her braless nipples. On a normal day, I would have asked her to goback and wear clothes for ‘dem’ babies but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Thank God I wasn’t a man sha; someguys literally get overly turned on just by the pinchingof the nipple. Walai, ‘konji’ naserious bastard.Throughout theride to the hospital, I couldn’t help but be sure in my mind that everything really seems tobe falling apart.There is a seemingly big trouble in our paradise. I can’t help but feel Amaka is in a bigger trouble and all these talk about breaking a bottle on Sola’s head could really be a sham. . . But come to think of it, what relationship does a cat have with a rat in the absence of a nearby hole? Why on earth would Sola try to protect Amaka?They never even knew each other untilmy ‘ish’ with him. One minute she’s getting out from a seemingly court case or federal prison as it were and the next minute, she’s hospitalized with no knowledge of how serious the accident was. . . I don’t know what’s going on but I really can’t waitany longer for her to tell me what’s going on with her when she pleases. I was so determined in my mind thatno matter the condition she is, as far as shecan talk and could recognize me, she’s gonna spill it all out cos I’m tired; f**k insensitive this time around!The okada dropped us right in front of the hospital and I just couldn’t wait toenter the hospital, locateher ward, maybe find out how she’s doing or start making her talkabout everything that’s so going on.You really won’t reply? I thought you really wanted us to talk. . . Jide.Jide, the yahoomessenger hadstarted again. He never really talked much. Short messages, short words even in the sweetest of times; he’s always precise and straight to the point. At this point, I was really tired of all the dramas especially Jide’s. I have indeed had my hands too full.I never tarried in replying him.Maybe it never really mattered anymore. I senthim a responsetext.All these were going on Eliza Iwas seated, patiently waiting for the nurse to attendto us. They all seem to be busy; hospitalsseem to be even busier than the market place these days.Maybe it never really mattered anymore? Whathas come over you? I’m really tired.It was so obvious he wasalso tired of being miserable. The rate at which he sends and replies was quite serious. Guess he wasn’t the only one that is tiredbut different types of tiredness.Jide. I’m not tired. I’m fed up. I replied.Fine!. . . Jide.It wasn’t even up to five seconds beforehe fired back a reply. Sometimes, I wonder why the guy never really went to the Military because whenever Jide says fine, it is really fine! Whatever sef, he can go and kill himself. Good riddance to unnecessarymessing up with my head.Finally, a Nursedecided to attend to us. She was smart,pretty and looked so versed in the job.“Hello. Good day ma. How can I be of help?”“Yeah, thanks. A friend of mine was rushed here. . . An accident victim.”“Okay. Can I have her name?”“Amaka Coker!”“Oh! Okay. We have a name like that with us. She was rushed in early today.”“Please, how is she and how badly hurt?”“Well. . . How related are you to her?”“Hmmmm. . . she is my friend. Not just any friend, my close friend. . . My sister.”“Okay. . . You should go see the doctor first;first turning by the right.”“Alright. Thanks.”

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