Confessions Of An Escort – Episode 7

CONFESSIONS OF AN ESCORT

 

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I get home and find Sean is busy in the garden watering his plants, looks like he has developed a hobby and he has been making himself busy planting whatever he can.

 

‘Hey baby.’ I say running my fingers through his curly hair

 

He smiles putting the horse pipe down.

 

‘Where are you coming from dressed like that?’

 

‘What is wrong with what I am wearing?’

 

‘Sean.’ Chisenga says

 

‘Baby what is wrong with what I am wearing?’

 

‘Mum it’s light.’

 

‘I don’t want to know what that means but okay.’ I say then walk into the house with Chisenga laughing behind

 

‘Please adopt him, he is becoming too grown for my liking.’

 

‘Nah he is yours for eternity.’ She says and I laugh

 

I have decided I won’t go for the baby shower, I mean what is the point when my family that I haven’t seen in years will be there trying to find out what it is that is happening in my life and try to see if I failed like they thought I would.

 

‘Mummy.’ Sean screams

 

‘This screaming will give me a heart attack one of these days.’

 

‘Yes baby?’

 

 

‘Church tomorrow.’

 

‘I know baby and we are going.’

 

‘You have made me the happiest man alive.’ He says jumping

 

I shake my head without a word.

 

‘Mwapika cha?’ I ask Chisenga who has just walked in

 

‘Sean enzo funa ma chips.’

 

‘Ndiye ve mwapika sure?’

 

‘That’s why sikaina nako ako.’ I add then click my tongue

 

I go to the kitchen and grab a few potatoes from the vegetable rack, peel them, wash them then cut them into huge chunks then place them on a baking tray. I later sprinkle spices and brush some cooking oil on top before placing them in the grill to bake.

 

‘You are cooking?’ Chisenga asks

 

‘I don’t want anything fried mwe, I would rather have it grilled.’ I say

 

‘Elo ninshi you are perfect the way you are ka.’ she says

 

I eye her

 

‘Do we still have the smoked chicken from last night?’

 

‘We should have some let me check.’

 

She goes to the refrigerator and removes the one that remained.

 

 

‘Okay check on the potato wedges for me, then warm the chicken afterwards. Let me pick out some clothes for later.’

 

‘Alright.’

 

‘Sean!’

 

‘Yes mummy.’

 

‘Please come with me.’ I say walking to my room ‘Whats up?’ he asks

 

I look at him

 

He sighs

 

‘You called me.

 

‘Yes baby I did.’

 

‘Whats up?’

 

I eye him again

 

‘Why were you calling me mum?’ he says rolling his eyes ‘I need help picking something to wear.’ ‘Huh?’

 

 

‘You heard me.’

 

‘Mum you called me, disturbed me from my lunch just to help you pick out clothes?’

 

I want to laugh looking at his face

 

 

‘Yes baby, I want you to help me pick out something to wear.’

 

‘You have a million clothes can’t you just get anything, besides Chisenga is a girl why don’t you ask her?’

 

‘Baby I need a man’s point of view.’

 

‘Am not a man.’

 

‘You commented on my tights.’

 

‘So you are going to crucify me with that?’ ‘Boy we won’t go back and forth just help me.’ ‘Can I at least bring my food?’

 

‘As long as you don’t mess this place.’

 

He eyes me

 

‘Do you want help or not?’

 

‘Boy just bring your food.’ I say causing him to laugh

 

I walk into my walk-in closet and start looking at all the red outfits in there, this is harder than I thought it would be.

 

‘what are you looking for?’ he asks settling on one of my closet chairs ‘Red, the theme is red and white I think.’

 

‘What is the occasion for it to have theme colors?’ he asks before putting food in his mouth

 

‘A date.’

 

 

‘Ma?’

 

My shoulders shrink

 

‘Sean I said a date, but not like a date date but a family date.’

 

He looks at me like I am crazy.

 

‘What are you saying.’

 

‘Okay help me pick clothes.’ I say sitting down

 

‘Why are stressing yourself? Do you like this family? Or the person that has invited you?’

 

‘I don’t know.’

 

‘Then don’t wear what they are asking you to, you don’t have to follow their rules. You can wear anything you want you know.’

 

A cunning smile forms on my lips, with the way Francis treated me; I will treat him like he treated me.

 

We settle for black jeans and a black top with black stilettos. I ask my stylist to come home later.

 

After having my lunch, the stylist is hair. She works on my nails, we go for a deep red then my hair is done into a short bob. Then she gives me a nu.de look with glossy lips and I must confess I love how everything has turned out.

 

By the time I am done dressing up its already after 6:30, I didn’t even bother to send him my profile but I have gone through everything he sent me.

 

‘Good to go.’ I say to Sean and Chisenga who are watching idols.

 

‘You look amazing.’ They say in unison

 

 

‘Take a picture, it will last longer.’ I tease

 

‘Anything for my baby.’ Sean says making me blush

 

He gets my phone and asks me to stand in the corridor where there is good lighting, he takes a few photos then hands it to me.

 

‘Go with the Jeep, it will add a finishing touch to your look.’

 

‘You are the best.’

 

‘Go and have fun but don’t be out too late.’ He says after I kiss him goodbye

 

As I drive to the location that Urah sent earlier in Meanhood with a huge smile on my face thinking of my son, I listen to a few beyonce tracks. I must say I am feeling really good about the way I am looking.

 

My phone rings, it is a strange number.

 

‘Hello.’ I say connecting my phone to the stereo

 

‘Where are you?’

 

Its Francis.

 

‘I will be there in 20.’

 

‘My parents are already sitted, everyone is here. What the hell is wrong with you? I clearly told you the kind of people my parents are.’ He yells

 

‘I will be there in 20.’ I say cutting the line

 

I am almost there but after the yelling I park my car and wait for twenty minutes before driving into the yard. True to his word there are journalists everywhere, I don’t know what is with this family but from the look of things they have money.

 

‘I am outside.’ I say when Francis calls again

 

I watch him come out of the house, that’s when I leave my vehicle. He is dressed in a tuxedo, with a white shirt and red bow tie. If not for his arrogant ways I would have said that he looks like a full meal. I beat my head out of the thoughts and tell myself to focus.

 

‘First you come late, and then come here dressed like this.’ He says coming to where I am

 

But he says all this with one hand on my waist and a smile on his lips, the journalists are capturing us.

 

‘You look nice.’ I say smiling

 

‘You didn’t send me your profile.’

 

‘I forgot.’

 

‘Where the hell did Mark get you?’ he asks and I laugh leaning on his chest as more photos are captured

 

I am enjoying myself – surprisingly.