MEMOIRS OF A REPENTANT SLUT ~ Episode 18

The mention of Amaka made me stood still. Which Amaka? My Amaka or another one? I had to satisfy my curiosity. . .

“Please sirs and mas, which Amaka are we talking about here?” I asked inquisitively.

“And who are you to question a family matter?” the man who is claiming Amaka’s paternity fired back.

“I’m sorry sir; just wanted to be sure. . .

“Madam. . .” the doctor said facing me

“. . . Meet, Chief and Mrs. Coker; Amaka’s parents!”
Oh boy! I couldn’t contain my surprise. . . How much do we really think we know about people we think we are so close to? Maybe not so much!

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 not even once, 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 miss 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. . . At that point, I felt so lonely; no one to call mine after all, Jide has gone AWOL.

“Madam, I’m so sorry you had to witness that but I think it was okay that 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 really not that critical. I’m personally still observing her. Let’s keep praying for her to get out of coma. She was severely wounded and she got serious injuries on the face. . . 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 you again tomorrow morning.”

“Take care.”

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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 R n B, 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. . . Should 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.



4 thoughts on “MEMOIRS OF A REPENTANT SLUT ~ Episode 18” by Ibukunwrites (@Ibukunwrites)

  1. Been away from this series for a long time. . .you still haven’t lost your touch, Ibukun.

    Well done.

    1. Thanks a lot @praize. . . it means so much to me.

      1. Please is this the last of this story….Thanks…Ibukun

  2. Lol! No! This isn’t the last of the story @hotchocolatey. . . in fact, it just started! I probably stalked this story by going away from it too long but the circumstances were actually beyond my control! . . . I hope you’re not getting bored already?

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