Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 9

Episode 6 years ago

Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 9

☆☆☆☆

They threw blows, hits and kicks on every part of his body. They kept hitting him mercilessly as I stood there and watched in horror.

Boma’s grunts were audible as he received the impact of each hit. He whimped and groaned out, trying his best to subdue them and keep to his stand but failed at every attempt. He was overpowered.

They kept hitting, kicking and beating him until, suddenly, out of nowhere, a bottle of beer landed on one of them’s head. He staggered down immediately and fell flat. The other two tried turning back, but unluckily for them, two other bottles swung on their heads each.

They both fell down flat!

Simon, Kingsley and three other guys showed up. The music had stopped playing now and everyone’s attention focused on the scene.
Some even ran out of the hall in fright of danger.

Kingsley helped Boma to his feet while the other three guys aided Simon to raise up the rogues and hold them down to prevent them from running. Boma’s face was dripping blood as well as he had other scratch and bruises on him. He looked weak.

“Take them out,” Simon ordered as the other three guys along with Kingsley manhandled them roughly to the door. I could spot Oluchi, Mimi and Jovita at a far end of the hall, watching intensely.

“What were you thinking?” Simon asked in a harsh voice, directing the question to Boma. He said nothing.


“Weren’t you warned not to come here?” He asked again. Yet, Boma remained motionless. After Simon looked around and saw that all eyes were on them, he hissed and walked over to the DJ stand, whispered something to him and right then, the music played again.

He then walked back and whispered into Boma’s ears and left without a word. All the while, I stood there watching with shock by all that just happened. It was an unexpected dilemma.

Boma’s stare caught mine as he turned to face me. His nose was bleeding badly as well as his cheek swelled. He slowly made his way towards where I stood, dipped his hand into his pocket, pulled out my phone and handed it to me. I noticed that a part of the screen was cracked.

Just then, Oluchi, Mimi and Jovita scrammed towards where we stood with fear and anxiety obvious from their faces.


“Is he okay?” Oluchi asked, referring to nobody in particular.

“I don’t think he is,” Mimi interrupted. “He’s bleeding!”
“Are you alright?” Jovita cut in, referring to Boma directly. Their eyes were all focused on him.

“I’m fine,” he said softly. His voice was mild; it sounded shaky… and weak, too.
To avoid further questioning, he turned back and began heading towards the exit door. We called him repeatedly but he didn’t answer. He kept walking till he got to the door and stepped out.

Seeing that we had no choice left, we ran after him. Luckily for us, he was just about leaving the main hotel gate when we caught up with him.

“Boma!” I called out to him. He stopped and turned back upon having heard my voice. I then walked over to him, held his hand and walked him back to where the girls stood.

“Can you spare us a moment?”

They understood and obliged instantly. Without hesitating, they returned to the hall and left us alone. I spotted two chairs at a vacant spot and led Boma there. We sat down and I asked him to take off his shirt, which he did.

A bucket and a tap were nearby, so I filled it up to an extent and dipped my scarf into it. I then tugged it slightly, folded it and damped it carefully upon Boma’s skin. He flinched a bit from the pain at first but gradually got used to it.

Throughout the time I cleaned the cuts and bruises, we didn’t talk or say anything to each other rather than make a few eye contact. I finally rounded up and asked him to put on his shirt back.


“Thank you,” he said.


“You’re welcome.”

A brief silence ensued between us without words coming out for a moment, until I finally sought to ease the silence.


“How are you feeling?”

“Much better,” he said.

“Boma, can I ask you something?”
He nodded in approval.

“Who were those guys?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then why did they assault you?”
“I don’t know.”

I felt he wasn’t in his best mood to have that kind of conversation or answer any questions either, so I peacefully let him be. I continued damping the wounds softly until my eyes caught something strange. It was a tattoo that had a skull image on it, along with a symbol by its side, right below his arm.

He noticed me staring and veiled it with his sleeve, without looking at me. I knew he was hiding something. I always knew, but I decided to play it cool.

I kept damping the wounds until, yet again, my eyes caught something else. It was a ring this time. The same, exact type of ring I had seen on Kingsley and Simon.


“Boma, where do you think they might’ve taken those guys to?”

“I don’t know.”

I kept mute for a while. He sounded insincere. I decided to push on.


“And what was Simon’s reason for telling you not to come here?”

“Fifi, I don’t know. Give me a break please,” he raved all of a sudden, almost yelling out.

“I just hope it’s not what I’m thinking.”

“What are you thinking?” He asked, seizing me up with a cocky look. I heaved a sigh and stared deep into his eyes, warming up for the big question.

“Are you a cult member, Boma?”