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As Siyawezi left the classroom, she walked toward the side near the Mzinga river. She moved gracefully, accompanied by a fellow student, Rahima, who wore a short uniform skirt that allowed her form to be seen clearly as the wind lightly lifted it. Rahima wore a fitted blouse that complemented her posture.
Siyawezi herself was of medium height, with a slightly curved waist and natural proportions. Her skin had a natural glow, adding to her presence. Both girls carried themselves confidently, with a poise that drew attention without speaking. Rahima, lively and energetic, could not match Siyawezi's commanding presence, but the two complemented each other, showing their own strengths.
"Looks like that teacher has called you again," Rahima whispered.
"Today, I've already managed him and his behavior. He asked about Frida, but that's none of his concern. He doesn't understand how much I dislike interference," Siyawezi replied.
"Your peer seems determined to follow her," Rahima said.
"Let him be. He can't force matters; he'll just make himself look foolish," Siyawezi said calmly. "And don't worry about those other students. Today at the Mzinga, I don't plan to return early."
"You just got punished yesterday, and now you want to risk it again?" Rahima teased.
"Even if he tries, it won't change my plans. I need to rest properly during the day. My schedule is tight, and I have work to do in the evenings. If my mother isn't home yet, I'll manage quietly on my own," Siyawezi explained.
"Today, I haven't gotten anything yet, really. You have such luck," Rahima noted.
"That's because life has given me the skill to manage it myself. You must work to keep balance, and you cannot rely on others for everything," Siyawezi said, imparting a lesson in personal responsibility.
"Maybe in the evening, I'll start with Teacher Jose. He told me we'll meet at Maposeo. I'll go directly; I won't back out," Rahima said.
"Don't let that go. You know other teachers your age didn't handle things well. If you know him and can manage it, then live according to your plan and don't worry about home matters. They behave like children and don't understand authority," Siyawezi explained.
"I once criticized Teacher Mpinda in the same way. He knew I had courage and wasn't like the others. I approached him carefully, and he was surprised and became more polite when he dealt with me again," Siyawezi concluded, sharing her experience as a model for how to handle authority with respect and strategy.
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Birds that resemble each other always fly together; you won't find a dove wandering among crows. Though they were not the same type, the same applied to these girls. What they discussed about boys was no different—they behaved in similar ways, even with others of different temperaments. That's why, as they headed home, they moved together in close coordination. Neither teachers nor students interfered as they passed by, even when their movements drew attention.
People liked to call them "local hens" who had learned their own value. They used this reputation to assess those who did not know them well, ensuring that any interaction would be respectful. Even at an age under eighteen, they carried themselves with the awareness and poise of older peers, and some could subtly assert their intentions. Occasionally, they were given small tokens or money by those who appreciated their company.
Their journey to Rahima's house, where her friend could rest, was not without obstacles. After covering about a hundred meters, they encountered a group of five young women dressed in similar, eye-catching outfits. Their clothing was adjusted to emphasize posture and presence, restricting any careless movement.
Three of the five had distinctive hairstyles—one with braids, another with sleek hair, and the last with natural curls. Two had dyed their hair red. They approached quickly, surrounding Siyawezi and placing her in the center. The girl with braids stepped forward boldly, eyeing her challengingly.
"You thought I wouldn't find you?" she asked with a smirk, curling her lips in disdain, leaving Siyawezi surprised by her audacity.
She continued, "Lessons may have overwhelmed you, but now you've moved to claiming attention from others. Last week I saw you standing with my acquaintance near Zakhem, close to the hill. I observed carefully, and now I've caught up with you here. You think you're clever, don't you?"
Siyawezi let out a quiet sigh and stared back firmly at the girl. She then responded calmly, "What you describe had nothing to do with me. You've exaggerated, and it doesn't involve me here. I have no interest in that person, I never encouraged it, and I've never interfered. Anything that happened is her choice. Step back and let him be. If I refused him, someday someone else will guide her appropriately. I have nothing to do with it, and neither should you."
The girl, frustrated, seemed powerless, like a gust of wind extinguishing a small flame. Siyawezi's composed authority made it clear she could not be intimidated. Rahima then stepped in, asserting herself: one of her friends formed a protective circle around Siyawezi, standing firmly and watching the intruders.
"Ladies, if you thought you could follow and create trouble, you were mistaken. This is my home turf. One misstep and there will be consequences. Anyone trying to interfere will be dealt with properly," Rahima said, scanning each of them carefully.
A voice from a distance called out, halting a passing motorcyclist. Rahima seized the opportunity: "Quiet now. Leave this alone. Respect my friends, or face the consequences."
The intruders, cowed, silently withdrew, murmuring among themselves. Siyawezi allowed herself a small, victorious smile. Rahima acknowledged it, and together they continued on their way confidently. They were unafraid, and the confrontation had been resolved decisively—yet it was clear such situations could arise again.
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Meanwhile, Rama and Frida arrived at a medium-sized house with several rooms. They entered through the back, ensuring privacy, and proceeded to one room.
Rama, being more familiar with the space, opened the door, allowing Frida to follow. The room contained a medium-sized bed, a small sofa, and a table with two chairs. Clothes were neatly arranged along one wall. It was a simple but comfortable room that local youths often called a "getaway room."
Frida placed her bag on the sofa and lay on the bed, while Rama ensured the door was securely closed and removed their shoes. He then moved close, offering her gentle support.
Their interaction was affectionate but subtle. Rama leaned toward her, and Frida responded with trust. He placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding and comforting her. Frida welcomed his touch, and their exchange was one of closeness and mutual care.
Rama adjusted his shirt carefully, maintaining respect and propriety. Their connection emphasized trust, companionship, and attentiveness. They continued their quiet interaction, reinforcing mutual comfort and emotional support.
Rama's careful guidance and Frida's receptive trust allowed them to enjoy their private moment without crossing boundaries. They shared gestures of warmth and companionship, strengthening their bond. Their interaction emphasized discretion, emotional connection, and mutual understanding, maintaining a sense of propriety throughout.