One would have thought Amaka had it for Jide and vice versa but
reverse was the case. . . Amaka never hit on guys but she never
fails to appreciate the aesthetic works of God on a guy whenever
she sees one. Sometimes when I’m alone, I realize how much she
means to me; she’s the sister I never had.
Sitting side by side with Jide never felt so real until I remembered
how it started and what it used to be back then. . . Something in
me wasn’t convenient with the fact that Jide and Sola’s girlfriend
knew about the whole molestation story. I do appreciate my private
life and not only normal people get molested, hookers are molested
too, I’m not admitting to anything *donno what you think I am*
but I do appreciate privacy a lot.
“Who cares for privacy? Girl, you dey dull me o. Seriously, what has
happened to you?”
“I’m pregnant” I blurted out
“I’m glad but who is the father and don’t tell me it’s Sola cos na
molestation you call am no be rape!”
Amaka is a fool! I can see all the gestures in her eyes and I know
she’s up to no good.
“Abeg free me Amaka; there is nothing going on. I’m just having
some terrible flashes of things I have seem to forgotten; that’s all
and I am not pregnant cos I can already see your brain is
calculating again.”
“Well, I would have to see a concrete proof that you are not
harboring a bastard in there. All you need is a small bottle and we
have a lot of unused, yet to expire PT kits in here, so just don’t
flush down that early morning water tomorrow, get me my copy!”
“Walahi you be fool!” I said throwing her a pillow.
“Bae, you’d be fine, get over yourself please, don’t allow a simple
almost fatal experience tear your walls down, it’s not worth it!”
She threw her arms round me, wrapping me tightly. Amaka is really
my soothing massage chair, no homo and we are straight as hell.
She’s a good girlfriend and sister. . . she held me tightly for like
thirty minutes whispering soothing words in my ears, some crazy
words I hit her for and some a slap. I was relieved and we were
laughing our hearts out until we had a loud bang at the door. . .
“You go get the door, I’m off to the bathroom!” she said to me.
“Why you dey always bath like mammy water pikin like this?”
“I sweated after a very engaging fight I launched on your behalf!
Hello o” she said with her eyes almost bulging out.
“I send you message? Mumu girl” I said as she already left for the
bathroom.
“You welcome! And by the way, I was kidding about having a copy
of your urine, I believe you sweetie” she echoed from the bathroom!
Stupid girl! Like I was gonna give her a copy before? A copy? Is
my urine a document? This girl na proper were I tell you; full of
misappropriated and twisted dictions.
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me ma.”
“You, who?” I enquired further.
“Eliza!”
I quickly opened the door. Somehow, I feel responsible for the girl.
Somehow, I have this connection with her even though I hate her
guts and her uncontrolled blabbing.
“Come in” I said, opening the door for her to enter.
“Thank you.”
She looked so decent and was properly talking to me for the first
time that it felt so unreal except for the fact that her breast
packs were missing as usual.
“Wetin happen Eliza?”
“Errrm! Errm! I am so sorry for the other time.”
“It’s fine really.” . . . Was it? Lol.
“Thank you o.” she said almost kneeling down.
“Abeg, aunty Amaka dey aus too? I go like make both of una dey
together so I fit talk wetin I wan talk”
“Ow! Okay.” Now this is getting weird believe me.
“Amaka! Amaka o!”
“Yes, you called.”
She was standing right in front of me like some Nollywood
disappearing and appearing powers had brought her.
“You finished early.” I said murmuring hoping she didn’t hear that.
“Well, I heard you. Thanks! Life is not static; we change, so I
changed for the moment. . . And who do we have here?” she said
eyeballing Eliza.
Amaka never liked Eliza, she despises her eagerness and early signs
of promiscuity. Mama na prophet. The day she called to tell me Eliza
was showing early signs of promiscuity, I laughed my ass out! Gosh!
“Aunty Amaka, good afternoon ma.”
“Afternoon o!”
I can’t help but laugh. “So what can we do for you o Eliza”
“Abeg, I need your financial help. I need to pay my school fee and
to register for some O’Level exams like NECO and WAEC GCE. I’ve
searched round the compound finding who I can seek help from but
you are the only people that crossed my mind.
“Please, help me.” she said kneeling down.
She was actually being overdramatic I think.
“Well that is a small thing, I can spare some contacts.”
“Amaka!” I gave her a very sharp look that screams ‘What was
that about’
“Okay, Eliza, we don’t have much but we would help you. First, let’s
start with your school fee; that’s the most pressing one.
How much is the school fee?” Amaka asked.
“6,000 naira ma.”
“Okay, come back around 9pm. We would have something for you.”
“Thank you so much. God go bless you o.” she said taking her leave.
“And Eliza, why don’t you wear clothes for your. . .” I said pointing
to her chest area.
“The only one wey I get don tear and papa no gimme money to get
wetin I need.”
“Okay, what’s your size?”
She looked down without saying anything. I guess that meant she
had no idea and was a little embarrassed.
“Okay, wait for me here.”
Amaka was just standing, staring at us. I went in and I came out
with some of the new ones I got. They are expensive though.
“This should size you I guess.” I handed it over to her.
“God bless you o!” she left.
“Amaka! What was that about? You have contacts to spare?”
“Yes na. She needed help and since she had been grooming herself
for so long, I wanted to give her an expensive opportunity to make
for herself more than she needed. We never needed the money but
she does.”
“Amaka! Let’s us just forget about this for now!”
“I get what you are trying to do, you feel responsible for her, you
trying to redeem your soul by helping her, fine! If it works for you,
you have my full support.”
“Okay. But don’t forget we are helping her. At least, let’s give her
10k, she pays for her school fees and use the remaining 4k for
food or something.
“Alright.” She left!
“We are helping her o Amaka!” I screamed
“And you are responsible for her!” She screamed back from the
room.
Yea! That’s the part of Amaka that gets nasty. . . My phone
vibrated and that’s a message and I really hope it isn’t Sola.
“hey, how are you feeling now and I guess you feel a lot
better. . .
Are you free for 7pm? If yes, I would like to book for that
time. Kindly
get back to me. My regards to Amaka. . . Jide.”
Didn’t know I was reading it out until I heard Amaka speak!
“My regards to him too!”
“And anyways he likes you” she said with a laughter in her voice.
I lifted my head and I saw her still there!
“Oh girl! Get your nicki minaj off my sight and go dress up!” I said to
her seeing her filling my face with her big ass.
“He likes you o, you know abi?”
“Amaka!”
“He likes you!” she said walking away and reversing like a car!
“Amaka, na wetin na?” I picked the remote to throw at her and
she zoomed off.
Stupid girl!. . . And that was how things started with Jide even
though we weren’t dating till he left for New York only to return
without a prior notice.
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