Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 28

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Oaths - Season 1 - Episode 28

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So far so good, my life was in ruins. From
the moment I got kidnapped, till the moment
I lost my dear friend in a cold-blooded death,
up till the moment I was denied access of
contacting my family… my life had been
ruined since then. Just when I thought it
was all over, the big shocker came; I got
rusticated from school.

Life, to me, is a mystery. I couldn’t cry. I
couldn’t shed unnecessary tears. I simply
accepted it as fate. For me, what had
happened had happened; there was no going
back. It was simply baseless to cry.

• • •

Two weeks passed by and I forgot about it.
Although it still crossed my mind one or two
times that I was practically a school drop-
out, I tried my best to shove it off.

During those two weeks, a lot had happened
in the house. I had gotten used to almost
everyone already, and we coped with each
other like family. But something bothered
me…

Boma.

Boma had always been there for me,
truthfully, and he took it upon himself as a
full time responsibility to cater for me, but
still, he was something different entirely.

Since the day I was taken into the house,
right from when I started sharing the room
with him, he never slept on the bed with me
for once. He preferred lying on the rug. He
never touched me. He never made advances
towards me. He never caressed or la!d down
with me, and it gave me a great deal of
concern.

I often looked in the mirror, checking myself
out to see if I wasn’t attractive enough for
him. Was I that bad? I wondered! Was I out
of fashion? I always checked myself out.
Was there probably something he disliked
about me? I often asked myself countless
times, but no answer came forth. I was
painfully dying inside. I couldn’t take it
anymore!

So, on a certain Thursday I decided to
summon up courage and ask him while we
were in the room together, having lunch.
“Boma…” I called out to him.
“Yeah?” He responded absentmindedly,
chewing at his meat.

“Boma!” I called out again, and he turned to
face me this time.

“Yes?” he answered properly.
“Iʼd like to ask you something,” I said,
tapping the bed absentmindedly like a
frightened child who felt tensed. His
eyebrows furrowed as he shot me an
awkward glare and motioned to me, “Go
on…”

I cleared my throat and summoned up
courage to ease the tension.
“Boma, I know you are a man,” I began, “and
I also know that due to your natural
masculine features, you are bound to have
constant sexual urges from time to time. It
also means that you…”

“Go straight to the point,” he interrupted me
abruptly.

I heaved a sigh and scoffed deeply, feeling
the tension rising again.
“Why don’t you touch me?” I finally let it out,
feeling a huge burden being lifted off my
shoulders. He looked at me in confusion, like
he didn’t actually understand my question,
so I pushed on.

“Why don’t you lie on the bed with me? From
the day I moved in, you have always
preferred sleeping on that rug! You don’t
touch me! You don’t make advances towards
me! You don’t give me that affection that
makes me feel like a woman! Whatʼs going
on? Am I that bad?” I demanded truthfully
from the innermost depth of my heart.
I waited patiently to hear him speak, eager
to hear what he had to say, eager to know
what he had in mind. There was a long,
awkward silence between us for a while until
he finally spoke.

“You won’t understand.”
“I want to know! Make me understand,” I
demanded plainly.

He glared at me directly in my eyes as I
glared back too, waiting for an answer.
“You won’t understand,” he repeated again
and, like a joke, he stood up from the rug,
took out his sleeved shirt and walked out of
the room; he walked out on me. Boma
walked out on me!

I lost my appetite and stared blankly into
thin air, feeling my eyes becoming teary. I
felt a tear drop trickle slowly down my cheek.
I felt light-headed, and my body vibrated
rapidly as my temperature increased. I
wasn’t getting myself. I needed to clear my
head.

I washed my face and went downstairs to
see a movie. When I got there, Nancy and
Rita were already there, watching a movie as
they smoked and discussed. I joined them
and took a seat beside Nancy. Along the line,
I noticed they were both staring at me
persistently.

“Fifi, is everything alright?” Nancy asked,
taking me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, everythingʼs fine!” I faked a smile.
“I called you about three times now, you
didn’t hear me. What are you thinking
about?”

“Nothing, honestly.” I denied.
“Why your eye come red so?” Rita asked.
It was obvious that they had noticed how
moody I was. I couldn’t deny it again. I had
to excuse myself from them as I returned
back upstairs and locked myself inside.

• • •

One hour.

I woke up to see that one hour had passed
as I checked the wall clock. I realized I had
fallen asleep during my thoughts, and as I
expected, I had a throbbing headache to
accompany it.

I looked out the window and noticed that
evening had fast approached; then I stood up
from the bed to ease myself when there was
a knock at the door. Quickly wiping off my
face, I went over to answer it.
“Babe wetin dey do you?” Nancyʼs voice
resonated across the room as I unlocked the
door.

“You better no go kill yourself,” she added
immediately. “I just came to tell you that
boss man is around. He says you should
change into something nice and meet him
outside the gate.”

“Right now?” I asked.

“No, right later!” she mocked jokingly.
“You better hurry up!” she added as she left.
In a short time, I had changed into
something casual; a cropped white top and a
black jean. I glanced at the mirror, gazing at
the reflection that glared back at me. Even
without make-up, I was certain I was
attractive to an extent.

When I went downstairs, outside of the
compound, precisely out of the gate, there
was a small car parked there. I could sight
Boma seated inside even though the glasses
were closed, and he seemed to be alone. I
heaved a sigh and walked towards the car,
opened the side door and took the passenger
seat.

“What took you so long?” he asked, avoiding
eye contact with me.
“I had a shower, it delayed me. Iʼm sorry,” I
calmly apologized. He didn’t say anything
thereafter, and then, an awkward silence
ensued.

“Nancy said you demanded to see me?” I
spoke up, breaking off the silence.
Boma turned to face me this time, with a
slight smile forming on his lips.

“Yes,” he answered. “Let me take you
somewhere!”