Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 19

6 years ago

Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 19

In a brief moment, we had our morning routine and prepared as the time was already far spent. Mimi accompanied me to the bank to deposit the money while we followed there to school. I had transferred 40K into my dad’s account while the remaining 10K went into Akosuaʼs. I was sure she would see it, so I switched off my phone to avoid her calling me back to ask unnecessary questions.

When we got to school, the lecture hall was already filled up. I found it hard to cope as my mind wasn’t fully in the examination but my dad’s health.
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Immediately after we concluded the last paper for that day and everyone trooped out of the exam hall, I switched on my phone and called Akosua to get updated of any progress. She picked up and sounded extremely gleeful as she narrated to me how she got the money, paid the bill and watched them commence adequate treatment on my dad. I had to put up an excuse that I had a flat battery when she asked why my line wasn’t reachable after I deposited the money.

“But Sister Fifi, don’t you think that amount you sent is too much?” she said, sounding suspicious.

“Do you mean daddyʼs life is less than N50 thousand?”

“No, I don’t mean it that way, but you sef look at the amount you sent naa. It’s too big, how come?

“So according to you, I’m too small to have that amount, is that what you mean?”

“No, no, you are getting me wrong. I mean…”

“Is daddy there?” I interrupted, trying to divert the topic.

“Yes, he is, but he hasn’t woken up yet,” she said.

“When he does, tell him I would like to speak with him. Give me a call.” I said.

“I will. But Sister Fifi, thereʼs this gown I saw at the mall yesterday sha! One very fine gown like that.”

“So what do I do?” I said and hung up immediately before she could start her demands.

Just then, another call came in. It was an unsaved number this time. I figured it was probably Akosua disguising herself, so I shunned it. It kept ringing persistently till the point that I was prompted to take the call.

“Hello Akosua, behave yourself!” I said bluntly.

The caller stayed silent.

“Hello?”

“I’m not Akosua. Meet me outside your schoolʼs gate now,” the caller said. It sounded masculine.

“Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter. I can see you from where I am; and make sure you come alone,” he repeated and hung up. I looked around to clarify if the environment was safe. Everything looked normal as usual as nothing seemed unusual.

I was encouraged by the serene surrounding to proceed towards the gate where I met a tall, lanky guy leaning on an electric pole outside. He waved at me and gave a signal for me to get into the car close to him.

“Why should I get in?”

“Sheʼs in the car,” he said.

“Whoʼs in the car?”

“Don’t ask questions. Just get in!” He flared up. I was taken aback by his rudeness.

“What if I don’t, what happens?” I tried to stand my ground. He gave a short laugh and moved closer to me, opened his jacket and whispered in my ears, “Can you see that?”

I was shocked to realize he had a pistol on him. I almost screamed out till he got a hold of me, opened the back seat and pushed me inside.
To my surprise, the fair lady I had once met at the restaurant was the one inside. She sat at the back seat while there was a driver at the front on face cap. The glasses of the car were tinted black from the outside view, but the interior was transparent.

“If you had just complied with him, he wouldn’t have forced you that way,” she said. I ignored her remark and tried to open the door with all the force I could muster, but it proved futile; all to no avail.

“It’s locked already, don’t bother yourself,” she said.

“What do you want from me!” I yelled angrily.

“Try to calm down and behave yourself first, then maybe we can talk properly,” she said with a smile, acting like the whole scenario was cool.

“You are holding me down at gunpoint and you expect me to calm down?” I asked irritably. She kept mute and smiled with her avid focus on me. I was forced to fold my hands and act cool to give her the impression that I was calm, whereas I just tried to play along.

“Straight to the point,” she began, “I am aware of the fact that you have the package we delivered to you some few days ago, donʼt you?” she asked. I stayed silent, gazing into thin air.

“That package was from the Senator I told you about,” she continued, “and he intends to know how far we have gone with the election process. We told him we have high hopes of winning with you on our side to support us, and he seems to buy the idea. Heʼs also placing his hopes on you full time and says heʼll do anything you so wish for, as long as you assist us against our rival…”

“But I told you I wasn’t interested, didn’t I?” I interrupted, cutting her short.

“You don’t have a choice,” she said.

I laughed hysterically.

“Whatʼs funny?”

“Do you know I can sue you and this so-called Senator for allegedly forcing me to aid you illegally?” I threatened.

The moment I said that, she and the man on face cap erupted into laughter.

“Do you know who this Senator is? You don’t stand the slightest chance at all,” she said.

“Stay away from me… This is your final warning!” I threatened. She laughed aloud and called the driver.

“Biggie, open the door for her please.”

The carʼs lock came open and I stepped out of the car. The lady winged down the glass from the inside and stretched an envelope to me.

“Have this! It’s another token from the Senator,” she said.

“Tell your Senator to take his money and bundle himself to hell!” I hissed and walked away confidently.