CHAPTER FIVE219Please respect copyright.PENANAw5WwPpiryT
The bell had rung twice already, but Musa hadn’t moved from the window. His shirt clung damply to his back, sweat from a sleepless night and the kind of fear that doesn't shake off by morning. 219Please respect copyright.PENANANcNfqJpNkb
The compound outside was waking up slowly—boys yelling half-hearted insults across the quad, buckets slamming against concrete at the water taps, the usual mtu ni mechi leo! —indicating a laid-back, carefree bravado bouncing between Form Fours.219Please respect copyright.PENANAFdiDKS0m4J
But he wasn’t hearing any of it.219Please respect copyright.PENANAk34846AwMR
His eyes were fixed on the far wall.219Please respect copyright.PENANAeFUbKXUnKg
The one they called dunda.219Please respect copyright.PENANAMzpIvruLW3
Not its real name, of course. But among a few of them—the ones who’d listened more than they talked—it meant something. A place where things crossed. Notes. Looks. Sometimes, people.219Please respect copyright.PENANAlpYY4nib8M
And last night, they’d crossed it.219Please respect copyright.PENANAf2aqIbV7p0
He still felt the burn in his arms from pulling himself up and over. Still heard the sharp breath of Otieno behind him, limping on the way back from that forbidden path.219Please respect copyright.PENANAJ7W3F8masq
Musa turned from the window, eyes falling on the side pocket of his school bag.219Please respect copyright.PENANAm67Kin0GaC
Inside, folded carefully between the cover of a torn CRE exercise book, was the first letter.219Please respect copyright.PENANAgquu7ABK88
"To the girl with the sunflower hair ribbon..."219Please respect copyright.PENANAhsdSsunR2c
He never got to send it. Someone had beaten him to the wall.219Please respect copyright.PENANAiNiAqL8vER
But now it was too late.219Please respect copyright.PENANA7fZ6srIvtQ
Because last night, something changed. For months now, Musa had crossed it.219Please respect copyright.PENANAERYLPEf4Bm
Quietly. Carefully.219Please respect copyright.PENANAdK4CyNTbY3
Never to meet anyone specific. Not at first. It had started with passing notes, coded jokes, half-written lyrics, little trades. Some of the girls would meet them at the vines in the wall during preps or when the bell rang late. Never faces. Just fingers passing folded paper. Voices whispered through leaves.219Please respect copyright.PENANAcVajuS224D
And sometimes… more. Otieno had someone. Musa had... no one.219Please respect copyright.PENANAz2QfMKmAHb
Except the smile.219Please respect copyright.PENANAVHiK9lgqgn
That one smile. From the Madaraka Day parade a year back. She had stood there, yellow ribbon in her hair, laughing quietly at something her friend whispered. That moment had carved itself into him like a signature on wet cement.219Please respect copyright.PENANAuymPQVjQdb
He had crossed the wall five times since that day. Whispered with at least three different girls. Swapped lines of poetry he barely understood. But never her.219Please respect copyright.PENANAQs7wWIUIiK
Never the girl with the sunflower ribbon.219Please respect copyright.PENANAW6UNOZGm4f
And as his feet hit the ground, he whispered to himself—barely louder than the wind:219Please respect copyright.PENANANnFJM4jBgF
“I’ll find you. One day.”219Please respect copyright.PENANAf0TsjgQHBE
He didn’t know her name. Never heard her speak. But he remembered her.219Please respect copyright.PENANAJvRapSGv6S
It had been during the Jamhuri Day inspection the year before, when both schools were assembled on the Jaramogi Oginga Odinga Sports Complex grounds. The sun had been brutal, melting through blazers and brows, the kind of heat that blurred vision and time.219Please respect copyright.PENANAgI6xDiLmYj
Boys stood in lines on one side of the field. Girls on the other. A gulf of baked red earth between them. She had been near the front of the girls’ group—second or third row. Her posture was sharper than the rest. Back straight, eyes forward, the kind of discipline that made a student stand out.219Please respect copyright.PENANAF5y6cEyV0y
But what caught Musa wasn’t how she stood. It was what she wore.219Please respect copyright.PENANA1la3xYpRiO
A yellow ribbon, tied around her bun.219Please respect copyright.PENANA9XR0QIRf9d
Not school regulation. Not loud either. But defiant.219Please respect copyright.PENANASqbGmMkncY
A silent flare of color in a world that punished difference.219Please respect copyright.PENANAVR1suX14lq
And then—she laughed.219Please respect copyright.PENANAVYmPdXBDYi
Quickly, quietly. Her friend must have whispered something. Her hand flew to her mouth, but the smile broke through. Just for a second. He saw it from across the field and something about it cracked open a window inside him.219Please respect copyright.PENANArB12JTe8yJ
She didn’t look his way. Probably never would.219Please respect copyright.PENANAq0D2zolTF4
But from that day on, when he walked past the far end of the wall—the part the girls called dunda too—he always slowed his steps.219Please respect copyright.PENANAtl1HCyqVzY
Just a little.219Please respect copyright.PENANA4UOUxidi61
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In the stillness of the night, truths are neither seen nor said—but known.
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