Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 11

6 years ago

Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 11

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Moments ticked to seconds, seconds ticked to minutes, minutes ticked to hours and right then, four O’ clock came at last. Mimi advised me to go ten minutes after the appointed time, just in case he also had something planned.

“Remember, if he tries anything stupid or you notice something fishy, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll know what to do.” Mimi said as I stepped out of the house.

“Don’t worry I’ll be fine. Wish me luck,” I said, and we hugged.

Within ten minutes, I arrived at the popular Paloma district. It wasn’t as fancy as I had hoped it would be, but it was quite remarkable. I took a table and ordered for Malt, frantically searching and screeching my eyes at interval to see if I could find Boma, but to my dismay, he wasn’t there. I dialled my line again and it repeated the same thing, switched off. So I had no option than to wait.

Five minutes passed, I was waiting.

Ten minutes passed, I was waiting. Fifteen minutes passed, I was still waiting. I got fed up and was about leaving when this fair, skinny lady approached me.

“I have paid,” I said to her, mistaking her for a staff worker.

“Do I look like a staff?” She laughed. “Sit down.”

“Excuse me?”
“Sit down,” she repeated, and I sat.

Even though she was skinny and seemed rude with the way she had asked me to sit, I obliged her, since she looked older than me.

“Straight to business,” she started, “let me start by saying I’m Monica.

Monica Thompson. And you are?”
“Fifi.”

“Your full name please, if you don’t mind.”
“Fifi Whoanana.”
“Ah! You are Ghanaian? I thought as much.
That explains why you have this long curly afro hairstyle. Is it your natural hair?” She asked. I nodded.

“It looks cute. It’s the exact look we need for a model,” she said, “and I was thinking you could play that role well, Fifi. You have the body and looks, and your physique compliments it too. Let me recruit you.”

“Thank you, I’m not interested.” I said and stood up, making my way to leave.

“You haven’t even heard about the price.”

I pretended not to hear her and continued walking.

“Fifi!” she called out to me. I turned back and, just after dipping her hand into her bag, she brought out my phone.
“Will you come now?”
I was petrified.

“How did you get that? It’s mine,” I said as I made my way back to her.

“Sit down first,” she said. I sat back and watched with keen interest, particularly at my phone

“First of all,” she began, “I want you to know that everything I just said now was a test. That’s not my main purpose of being here. I only wanted to…”

“How did you get my phone?” I interrupted, cutting her short.

“Well, let’s just say I am well connected.” She said, beaming a smile.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Okay, fine. I saw you cleaning that guy’s wounds and bruises outside the hall yesterday after the fight. He seemed so free and relaxed around you that I was beginning to see you both as lovers from where I sat. Is he your…”

“No!” I cut in quickly. “He’s not my boyfriend. Just a friend.”
“Are you sure?”
“What does that mean?”
“Sorry, don’t mind the question. So after you left him and went in, he also left too. I was passing by and somehow, I saw the phone right there under your chair. I picked it and clicked it and your image appeared as the wallpaper, that was how I knew it was yours.” She explained.

“It all makes sense now. But when I later called with my friend’s phone, a man picked up. It was a male voice I heard. Who was that?”

“Oh, that should be Big Tiny. He was the one I left it with when I went to ease myself.”

“Big Tiny, is that someone’s name?” I laughed.

“It’s his nickname actually. He’s tall and very slim, so we call him Big Tiny. But the bottom line remains that we haven’t still discussed what I came here for.”

“I thought you wanted to recruit me as a model?” I asked.

“No, that’s not why I am here. Fifi, I need your help. We need you to help us.”

“Help you, how? I don’t understand.”

“Do you know the type of people you move with, those guys? They are horrible people. Cultists. Murderers!”

“You mean Boma, Kingsley and Simon?”

“Yes, those three especially, they are the brain behind the group. If I were you, I would back off from them.”

“But why? They don’t seem bad.”

“Will they tell you?” she cut me short, and continued, “I work for a certain Senator that I can’t disclose his name and identity at the moment. We have an upcoming election and these guys are our only threat. It seems our rival party has been sponsoring them because they know that if your school votes for us with the amount of population you have here, we are sure going to win. That is where your help comes in.”

“What do I do?”

“We want you to join in our alliance. We have trailed and watched you for a while, and it seems that Boma guy actually likes you. We could start from there as an advantage, don’t you think?”

“No, thank you. I don’t want to be involved in any of this,” I said and stood up.

“Fifi, the amount is huge. You won’t be disappointed.”

“I said I’m not interested. Thank you,” I said finally and turned to leave.

“Think about it, Fifi!” she called out to me.

I hissed and made my way out of the restaurant.

The good part was that, I had everything that transpired between us, all recorded in Mimi’s phone.