“They have killed me o! They have killed me!” Unyime shouted.

I was in Isabella’s room when I heard the shout. I thought it was another hostel fight and rushed go find out who was fighting this time around and what they were fighting over. When I went out, I saw Unyime, one of my roommates shouting and her hands were placed on her head. She was jumping up and down and some girls tried to call her down. I moved closer to find out what the problem was.

“She said she kept her school fees in her box and can’t find it anymore,” one of her friends explained to me when I got closer.

“Ewoo! I exclaimed. “How much?”

“48 thousand naira. What was supposed to be her second semester schools fees.”

“Why did she keep such amount of money in her box? That’s why there are banks,” Diana my friend and other roommate said.

“Has she checked very well?” another lady asked.

“She said she has checked but no money is there,” Unyime’s friend explained as Unyime was weeping and couldn’t talk.

“Let’s go into the room and check again,” I said leading the way.

We all went into the room and started to search for the money in her box but couldn’t find it.

“I’m sure I put it in this side of my box and I locked my box. But when I came back from class today, the box was open and I couldn’t find the money. My mother is a widow and she just manged to send this 48k to me to pay my school fees. The portal will be closing next week. Where will I get 48k from before Monday?” Unyime lamented as she sat on the floor near her open box.

“Who was in the room today?”

Everyone denied seeing or taking her money.

“I didn’t even know she had such an amount of money in her box,” someone said.

“It must be someone in this room that stole my money. Edidiong you saw me counting money yesterday,” Unyime said to me.

“Yes I did. But I didn’t see where you put the money. You said you saw the money this morning right? I left the room this morning before you. So how could I have stolen it?” I defended myself.

“Maybe you came back to the room when I wasn’t there,” Unyime said.

How could she be accusing me of stealing her money?

“If I came back to the room, someone would have seen me,” I said still trying to defend myself.

“I swear, the person that stole my money will not pass her exams this semester. God will punish that person and their generation.”

“Ah! Unyime, take it easy. You’ll find your money,” Diana said trying to calm her down.

“Today is Wednesday. I have only 5 days before the portal is closed.”

There was confusion as Unyime kept on searching for her money.


“There’s one prophet I know in a nearby village very close to school. He can help us find out who stole the money. All of us in the room should go there. He will ask us to take an oath one after the other and whoever is guilty will confess right there,” Unyime’s bunk partner said.

“All of us should go where? I’m not going,” I said expressing my disapproval.

“If you don’t want to go, then it means you are guilty,” Unyime said.

“I’m not guilty and I’m not going anywhere. Is it not a herbalist that you people are planning to go to?” I asked.

“He’s a prophet who is gifted. All of us most go there. If you refuse to go, then it means you are the culprit,” Unyime’s bunk partner insisted.

“What if the person that stole it is not in this room? What would be the point of going to see this your prophet?” Diana asked.

“Let’s get there first. If we all go and he doesn’t point out anyone of us, then we will know we are all innocent and the thief came from outside,” Unyime’s bunk partner explained.


“I’m a Christian. I don’t go to soothsayers false prophets,” I said still determined not to go anywhere to prove my innocence.

“Are you the only Christian in this room? Everybody in the room has agreed to go except you. Why? Guilty conscience is pricking you,” Unyime said.

“I’m not going anywhere and nobody will force me. I’m not taking any oat. You people can take the oat on my behalf. If his power is so great, then the oat should make the thief confess where ever she is. It’s against my belief and faith so I’m not going,” I said.

“Edidiong. I knew you are the thief,” Unyime said.

“Edidiong, the only way to prove that you are innocent is to go and take the oat,” Diana my friend explained to me trying to convince me to go with them

“Nobody caught me stealing any money. Nobody found any money in my bag. And I didn’t steal any money. I’m not taking any oat. That’s final. You can accuse me if you want. But I will never go against my faith,” I insisted.

“You must go o,” Unyime said beating her chest.

What do I do to prove my innocence? Should I go and take the oat or should I stand my ground? Please advise me on what to do.


End Note: This is a fiction story series and episode 11 of the #UduakObongStorySeries