CHAPTER FIVE233Please respect copyright.PENANA6JLZhD8VQY
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. 233Please respect copyright.PENANAFtzEJbgic1
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANAw9CRCNEpDr
But he wasn’t hearing any of it.233Please respect copyright.PENANAlWSh06wXaM
His eyes were fixed on the far wall.233Please respect copyright.PENANAXrg6txbudV
The one they called dunda.233Please respect copyright.PENANAvikWp772yo
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANAzHHpgI9aj1
And last night, they’d crossed it.233Please respect copyright.PENANAEYCEFFZQsO
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANAC5eF8YNryb
Musa turned from the window, eyes falling on the side pocket of his school bag.233Please respect copyright.PENANAxNE75nkPPd
Inside, folded carefully between the cover of a torn CRE exercise book, was the first letter.233Please respect copyright.PENANA0x4YSLryYZ
"To the girl with the sunflower hair ribbon..."233Please respect copyright.PENANAOgKrh90iVO
He never got to send it. Someone had beaten him to the wall.233Please respect copyright.PENANACUxZbqTXrF
But now it was too late.233Please respect copyright.PENANAPzFyv2Vm89
Because last night, something changed. For months now, Musa had crossed it.233Please respect copyright.PENANAvPanRYIHw6
Quietly. Carefully.233Please respect copyright.PENANAwegBPRz4fc
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANAUrFrvytXai
And sometimes… more. Otieno had someone. Musa had... no one.233Please respect copyright.PENANAgkDJlNxbLD
Except the smile.233Please respect copyright.PENANAStTqBSen3i
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANALyI8zQf626
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANArxaG6xtUxM
Never the girl with the sunflower ribbon.233Please respect copyright.PENANAPX0vaMvIoR
And as his feet hit the ground, he whispered to himself—barely louder than the wind:233Please respect copyright.PENANAk4fn128r6d
“I’ll find you. One day.”233Please respect copyright.PENANAbooO9MvfGW
He didn’t know her name. Never heard her speak. But he remembered her.233Please respect copyright.PENANAc2STCm5904
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANADFtSPfzx4U
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANAYi5pmxhaQf
But what caught Musa wasn’t how she stood. It was what she wore.233Please respect copyright.PENANAbL9TgXXAgU
A yellow ribbon, tied around her bun.233Please respect copyright.PENANAMSnS9rjpvh
Not school regulation. Not loud either. But defiant.233Please respect copyright.PENANAb22iW1LnRF
A silent flare of color in a world that punished difference.233Please respect copyright.PENANA0YcWKxyjcI
And then—she laughed.233Please respect copyright.PENANAwStklNope2
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANAXH3fFmRakt
She didn’t look his way. Probably never would.233Please respect copyright.PENANAIOjgFDVqzF
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.233Please respect copyright.PENANAKZtUhiukbX
Just a little.233Please respect copyright.PENANAetxIkUAm1r
In case something waited on the other side
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In the stillness of the night, truths are neither seen nor said—but known.
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