Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 25

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Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 25

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I woke up to find myself in a white coloured room. I felt my head bandaged, and my hand was raised up to a platform connected to a medical drip that flowed into it.

I observed the room and noticed that almost everything was white, including a woman’s dress who stood opposite me at a far end of the room. She seemed too busy and engrossed in what she was doing that she hadn’t noticed I coughed.

I coughed again, loudly.

Almost immediately, she turned to face me with a shocked expression.

“You are awake!” she exclaimed and ran out of the room screaming, “Doctor! Doctor!”

To say I was confused would be an understatement. I was literally busted in the head!

Shortly after, the woman barged in again with another lady following behind.

“My goodness! Sheʼs awake!” the other lady exclaimed, scrambling towards me with haste.

She placed a stethoscope on my chest and put her palm on my head, soothing it gently. Then, she took it off and hung it back to her neck.


“Where am I?” I asked, in a bid to get up.

“No, no! Relax dear,” the lady and the nurse held me back, “You are safe here.”

“How did I get here?” I persisted.

“Itʼs a long story.” The doctor said.

“Just tell me!”
“Well, you were rushed here in the middle of the night by a car owner who claimed to have knocked you down. She said she spotted you running and tried to honk at you, but before she could, it turned out too late,” the doctor explained, “What baffles us the most is that, with the impact of the hit you sustained, you have no fractured bones whatsoever. It’s unbelievable!”


I sighed and shrugged, about to say something when an elderly woman barged in, fair in complexion and looked like an halfcaste; who should be in her late 50s’. She hurriedly sat on the bed next to me and began touching me all over, particularly at my legs.

“Oh God! Iʼm so sorry my dear! How are you feeling? How is your body? How is your leg? Do you feel pains?” she asked all at once, leaving me confused as to which to answer first.

“Can I have a cup of water, please?” I asked.

“Sure!” the nurse replied and opened a fridge near the bed. She took out a bottled water and a glass cup and filled up the cup, then handed it to me. I gulped it down within seconds.

“I was very scared that I had lost you that night,” the elderly woman said as she collected the cup from me. “You can’t imagine how happy I am to see you back to life. Oh sweet Jesus! I’m so grateful,” she gestured with her hands in the air.

“Would you like something to eat?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, please.” I nodded. “I haven’t eaten in days.”

“In days?” The elderly woman beside me repeated, clearly shocked. I nodded.

“But why?” she asked.

Meanwhile, the nurse had already walked out of the ward room with a plastic tray, probably to fetch the food.

“I can’t tell,” I answered. “I’m not safe here! I need to leave soon before…”

“Please calm down,” the doctor interrupted me, “Iʼve told you you are safe here, you don’t need to get bothered unnecessarily.”

“I’m telling you, my life is in danger. You don’t have any idea of what I’ve passed through,” I tried to explain.

“Please calm down,” the doctor urged me on.

I heaved a sigh and folded my hands together, to give her the impression that I was calm. Just then, the nurse entered back in with a tray containing the food. She placed it on a small table beside the bed and kept a glass of water close to it.

“Iʼve lost my appetite,” I suddenly said to their surprise. They all exchanged glances to each other and faced back at me.

“Please my daughter, you need to eat. You don’t look too good the way you are… I can spoon-feed you if you don’t mind,” the elderly woman pleaded with me.

“I’m sorry ma, but I am the only one that understands my situation as at now. I really need to leave here now,” I persisted.

“Fine!” the doctor agreed, “But would you at least eat something for your healthʼs sake?”

“Doctor, my problem is bigger than this food. Donʼt you understand?” I exclaimed again, almost yelling out.

“Itʼs okay, itʼs okay,” the elderly woman interrupted, “I’ve settled the bills already, you are free to leave at any desired time you wish to. But before then, is there anything you would like us to help you with?”

“Yes,” I answered. “I would like to make some calls…”

“Is that all?”
“Thatʼs all.”


Right then, the elderly woman brought out a phone from her purse and handed it to me. I was well familiar with Bomaʼs number off-head, so I dialled his line first.

First ring, busy. Second ring, unavailable. Third ring, still busy.

I got frustrated and almost lost hope when the fourth ring clicked.

“Hello,” I quickly spoke out.

“Hello?” his voice echoed from the other end, very mild. He sounded dull.

“Hello Boma, itʼs me Fifi…”

“Fifi?” he spoke out clearly now, obviously shocked.

“Yes itʼs me… I really need your help… I need you to…”

“Fifi where have you been? Where are you now?”[/B] he interrupted, curiosity and eagerness obvious from his voice.

I quickly tapped the doctor next to me and asked her for the name of the hospital.

“Havillah hospital,” she whispered back to me.

“Havillah hospital,” I spoke into the phone, “thatʼs where I am at the moment, you need to help me out very fast.”

“You know what? Don’t leave where you are,” Boma cautioned, “Iʼm coming there to pick you up with the other guys. Just don’t leave where you are! I’m coming, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed. “Please be fast.”

“I’m on my way, don’t worry.” he said and then hung up.

Immediately after the call, I scrolled through the contacts and deleted Bomaʼs number from the list, then I handed the phone back to the woman.

“Thank you ma,” I gestured to her.

“Youʼre welcome, my dear. I suppose that was a close relative you just called, right?”

“Yes ma, my brother.” I lied.

“Thatʼs good. When is he coming?”

“Very soon ma,” I answered.


“Okay, so while we wait for him, would you at least consider eating a bit from your food now, please my daughter?” she pleaded.

I considered the elderly woman’s age and, without arguing further, I picked up the plate and opened it.

• • • • •
One hour.

One hour went by and yet, no sign of Bomaʼs arrival showed forth. I was alone with the elderly woman as at now, and I was terribly getting tired of staying in the same ward room with her, due to her endless questions.

I was still contemplating on placing another call through to Boma when, all of a sudden, the ward roomʼs door opened up… and there he was. Behind him were his friends, Kingsley, Simon, Bauchi, Eagle and some other guys I wasnʼt familiar with.

I instantly stood up and ran towards him as he did the same too, and we then wrapped each other in a tight hug. It took a while for us to let go of each other.


“Who did this to you?” Boma asked as he surveyed my body from head to toe, particularly at the bruises and wounds around my skin.

“Itʼs a long story,” I exclaimed.

Bomaʼs stare suddenly went to the elderly woman sitting beside the bed, and then returned to me.


“Who is she?”

I was about to respond when he interrupted me again.

“Did she do this to you?”

“No, of course not.” I answered, “Sheʼs a very nice woman, let me introduce you to her.”

“Fifi, we have to leave here.” He suggested plainly.

“But I haven’t introduced you to her yet. I lied to her that you are my brother,” I whispered to him.

“I donʼt care. Letʼs leave here, now!”