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Chapter one

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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The life of being told to get up and go to school has come to an end; I just finished grade twelve and was overjoyed, but my enjoyment was not limited to that. Some of my classmates were relieved because they had completed the time they had spent going to school; even if they failed, they would not care because they would go to work anywhere or for any job they could find, such as working in a chin shop, a bar, or another place as long as they could get something to eat. They only want to be seen in bars, and as long as they're drunk, they're OK. Some of my classmates came from wealthy families, and some had plans to inherit their family's possessions after their parents die. Most of the boys used to chat about it at lunch or after school. I only had time to talk to them between lectures, so I kept quiet. I just heard them talking about Okabush-Kovahimba and Herero mall, which I believed were large bars and Herero mall being the biggest mall in Windhoek. Some of the boys were talking about attending UNAM and NUST next year, which are supposedly the greatest universities in Namibia. I was ignored by those lads who liked girls since I didn't have clothes; I just had one pair of jeans from Chinatown and the school uniform, so I wore my uniform most of the time to avoid wearing the same jeans every day. In our class, there was a lad named Tukondja, also known as Tux; I had a crush on him but he had no idea; he wore excellent clothing and had nice things; perhaps he was one of those affluent boys. Now come so that I can tell you why I was so glad. I was so delighted because the year had come to an end, something I had been waiting for, and I will tell you why. What I wanted to become in life was close at hand; I wanted to be a certified lawyer, and I had to have that certification no matter what; I was preparing for the real world, and I was prepared.

 

I am a girl from Ehomba Mountain, also known as (Ondundu ya Homba/Ohaikororo) on the outskirts of Omuzenga. If you go there, you will think you are in another universe where technology is not everywhere. Mr. Antonio's Cuka shop, where we used to watch Kizomba movies, had a TV, and there was an Angolan lady who I liked once I saw her performing Kizomba. I was interested in viewing Kizomba because we are so near to the Namibian border that I sometimes feel like I am in Angola. I came from a poor family, and in that Kizomba song, there was a girl that reminded me of myself. She was more beautiful than me, but she was just as poor as I was. I finished grade 12, and I believe in the effort that I have studied so hard, in the second term in August, I wrote my exams, and I did very well, I had 40 points, and I was admitted to do Bachelor of Laws (Hons) at the University of Namibia, I was so happy because I have admitted at the largest University in Namibia, UNAM, but the main thing is that I am going to the city of lights. What I was thinking about was just me succeeding in life, and I had a lot of faith in my brain. Mrs. Kapika, my English teacher, was a humble woman who feared God and was a great help to me. She was assisting me with a variety of tasks because I was so proficient in English. I didn't have enough money to make copies of documents for the application, but she assisted me in filling out many application forms.

The month of difficulties When January arrived, I was sitting outside with my young brothers and sisters, cooking as is our custom when it comes to cooking. Later, while I was cooking, my mother joined us at 'pomaṱiwa,' where we used to prepare. For us, Pomaṱiwa is the kitchen. My mother was overjoyed that I was traveling to the city she had heard about but had never visited. She approached me and began telling me, "you would be staying in Windhoek with the lady by the name Ngarii, I heard through Kutjee that she is staying at Pioneers Park, and I want to warn you not to misbehave in people's houses, and I heard from there that UNAM is nearby." What I want is for you to read a lot. She's talked a lot about being a good girl in Windhoek. While she is saying, what comes to mind is the city of lights; at the very least, I am leaving the village and the town of Opuwo, also known as the Dusty and Rocky town. I just wanted to go somewhere fresh. The next day, we learned about elderly people's pensions, and my mother urged me to go sell wild food there, excellent food from our mountain.

To ponder on what my mother said, that I will be staying with Ms. Ngarii, I do not believe things will go well there; the last time I met her was when she came to Ehomba for a political campaign, but they did not understand each other very well, with my mother. I recall her driving a Jeep that day; I haven't seen her since, so I'm not sure how things will turn out on that side. Yes, my mother informed me she is her younger sister, thus she is my aunt, although she did not grow up with my mother. I didn't talk to her very well that day because she came for a political campaign; subsequently, I heard she married a well-known businessman, and this man is said to be the one who paid for her degree, but they didn't stay long after marriage; they divorced.

 

There was a cousin of mine Vemuu, who like talking too much, she came to visit us during the holiday, she started telling me everything about Windhoek the city that I call the city of light, while my cousin used to say is the city of honey and milk, apparently is the city with everything human being needs. I start asking her about my aunt, Ngarii, since my cousin is so a very kind girl she told me everything since she was staying during her first year at UNM. My cousin is very funny she starts to tell me about her father’s story, she never met her father, her father left home to for work, my cousin was one month old up to today they have never met, apparently, he has married another woman in Khorixas then he has not come back to Okanguati.

My cousin's mother was my mother's big sister, and she died when my cousin was little, so she was raised by my mother, even though she was three years older than me, I considered her to be my elder sister. She is a third-year student at the University of Namibia pursuing a bachelor's degree in accounting. I am certain that my cousin will assist me with everything once I arrive in Windhoek since she was dressed to kill, was wearing those clothes with names, and she had a very costly phone called the iPhone 13 Pro Max.

 

 

My mother used to refer to her as (Ndjona-Top), which translates as "the lamp on top." She had those special hair called Brazilian hair, 24 inches, I remember her telling me once that only girls with a rich boyfriend can afford everything I have, I thought she had a rich boyfriend until she told me that she is a chief accountant at Tuku-g trading cc and personal secretary to the company Managing Director, the Managing Director is not much younger but he pays very well. Then I realized that's why she has everything she can afford. She revealed a secret to me, saying, "but you can obtain everything you desire if you do a tiny favour." I didn't mind questioning her about the 'favour' anymore.

My cousin was the girl my mother liked the most, she always came home and worked hard home, I regarded her as the firstborn of the family, she is an Accounting student who worked hard to get what she wants, but it can be difficult for her when things don't go well with her aunt Ngarii, obviously she has to look for a place to stay. She is my mentor, and she will be guiding me in Windhoek, the city of lights. I am excited to be in Windhoek. I'm afraid that aunt Ngarii may mistreat me in some way.

 

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Chapter two

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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The next day, I travelled to Windhoek. My mother cooked goat meat from a neighbour’s house and maize porridge for me; this was the food we ate every day, and it was typical for me. That was my first lengthy journey, and I was exhausted when we arrived in Windhoek. I was sleeping when a man in a brown jersey with the words Big-Boys woke me up, and I was taken aback by the lights in the city of lights. Because I didn't have a phone, my mother gave the bus driver, Mr. Mai, my aunt's phone number so that he could call my aunt to come to pick me up once we arrived Windhoek-Okabushu-kovahimba. The driver began contacting my aunt and was not answered; he attempted to call ten times. "I'm going, I wasn't hired to wait for your aunt," the man became enraged. He left me there, I don't have a phone, and I have no idea where to go because I don't know where the house is. When the man in the brown jersey with the words Big-Boys, looked at me, I recognized there was something here. He was speaking deep English with those difficult style terminology, and I only heard the words Windhoek and Okabashu-kovahimba in the entire speech.

He approached me and asked if I was waiting for someone, I just told him everything, he helped me with his phone to make a call and I remembered having Vemuu's number someplace in my notebook, I tried to call but it went unanswered. I was completely perplexed. I have no idea where to look for my aunt, or even my cousin Vemmu. I sent numerous messages instructing them to meet me at Okabashu-kovahimba. The man in a brown jersey with the words Big-Boys dropped me off there and told me that whenever my aunt called, he would inform her to come to pick me up. If she does not arrive, I will come to pick you up after I have received my car from my younger brother. He instructed me to remain. It was around 21h00 when I became concerned about Windhoek stories I had heard about people snatching goods from individuals by force and beating people, particularly young women.

Next to me were some boys speaking in a language I couldn't understand. I assumed it was Afrikaans because I heard words like 'jy' or something. While I was there, I observed stones being thrown at each other and being stopped by municipal police, one of which hit a taxi. My heart was racing, and I was afraid that when they returned, they would come to beat me. I visited the bar. At the bar, one guy was bothering me by asking for my phone number, implying that if I gave him my number, he would take care of me; he is constantly saying, "This is Windhoek, do not joke." I asked him if he could help me with his number to make a call, and he answered, "I will only give you if you give me your number." I had no phone, but for him to give me a phone, I had to give him the wrong number, which I told him, but the phone was turned off. He said, "I'd want to chat to you tomorrow, I have something to tell you." I didn't mind getting a phone so I could talk to my aunt and cousin, but my cousin's phone was disconnected and my aunt's phone was not answered again.

The man with the brown jersey he has returned, although it was two hours later, at 23h00. He arrived in a Volkswagen Golf 7, with another male in the passenger seat. I just called him Mr. Brown Jersey because I didn't know his name and didn't mind asking. He began calling me Baby-Girl as if he was aware of my moniker. He approached me and said, "They haven't phoned yet, just come with me, I'll drop you home." When he got close to me, I assumed he was going to inform me that my aunt or cousin would come to collect me. Then I knew I was going to be stranded here today. He began to inform me that we would drive around a while with him and that once my aunt or sister called, he would drop me off. I just informed him that my aunt is staying in Pioneers Park, despite the fact that I am unfamiliar with Pioneers Park. I know you'll blame me for getting into a stranger's car who is older than my father, but I had no option because he was better than these boys throwing stones and this guy at the pub who kept asking for my number. I was so perplexed that I had to accept the offer just to be safe. This man, at least, was on the same bus as me, and I believe he noticed I was going into his car because I didn't have any other option. Because I don't know where to go, I'm forced to put myself in the hands of strangers.

What would you have done in my situation?

This was my welcome and arrival in the City of Lights.

"Welcome to the city, A Girl from Ehomba Mountain” (I thought to myself)

 

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Chapter Three

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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I was seated in the back of a Volkswagen Golf 7 in the city of lights (mbwae). I've never seated my buttock in a pleasant automobile before; just a few hours earlier, I sat in the rear of Mr. Mai Quantum, where my buttock was in pain after the long ride from the Rocky and Dusty town known as Opuwo to the City of Light. Mr. Brown Jersey assured me that I would return home, saying, "We're just chilling for a bit, and then we'll head to Pioneers Park to hunt for your aunt's house." I gave him a little amount of my trust, not knowing if I was doing it for the correct purpose, and I was hoping to find my aunt's house, but instead, I found myself in a pub on the famous Clemens Kapuuo street, because that's where he said we'd make our first stop. Mr. Brown Jersey ordered a bottle of Jack, lemon soda, and lime, and I had a coke, and we sat for an hour, even though it was past midnight. Mr. Brown Jersey brought me my third coke, and after a few sips, I started feeling dizzy and my head started spinning. I soon started leaning towards Mr. Brown Jersey, helpless, and as I was seated next to him, I could feel his hands all over me, on my boobs and on my ass, and I could hear fading voices saying "I will deal with her today, this Windhoek, the city with many streets." I could feel the madness around me, but I couldn't do anything about it because I was sick. The next thing I knew, I was standing up, with a very strong arm over my back, and walking to Mr. Brown Jersey’s car.

I was helpless and unable to help myself when I heard someone call out my name, "Nguaendomuua! Nguaendamuua! Nguaendamuua!" (Okay, now you know my name: Nguaendomuua Muuaa wa Homba. And here is my bizarre tale).

So as the voice got closer, I started to recognize it because it sounded familiar, and as her face got closer, I realized it was my cousin and man she was very angry, I have never seen her so vicious before, and the next thing I knew I was in the middle of a power struggle, my cousin pulling me on one arm screaming "leave my cousin alone, you want to go rape her or what, you like criminals even," and on the other arm was the man who was supposed to be my " Vemuu certainly knows how to make a commotion; she won the struggle and the man chose to let go of me, and I knew I was relieved and relieved to have found my cousin, or rather for her to have discovered me. Thugs? Well-known drug dealers," I couldn't even respond, and to make matters worse, I thought I saw two Vemuus at the same time, which is an indication I was high. "Ndjono-Top, leave your cousin in the car she is a drug it's been a while since we chilled in Clemens Kapuuo Street (Herero Mall)," Mr. Brown Jersey and I were chilling, "Ndjono-Top, leave your cousin in the car she is a drug it's been a while since we chilled in Clemens Kapuuo Street (Herero Mall)".

My cousin Vemmu's pals refer to her as Ndjona-Top, and I overheard one of her guy friends remark, "Ndjona-Top, let's go, I need to lock my car, we can lock your cousin inside, I'll be continually checking on the car."  So she told me to go to sleep and that she'd be right back; those were the last things I heard from her before I went unconscious. She drove me to her friend's house and then asked, "What were you doing with those?" I awoke in the early morning hours, not knowing how I arrived at the house I slept in, and heard herero types of music, like those of muatje kaminikiriri, which I attempted to ignore but they continued getting louder. I stood up to wash my face after a bit, and after an hour of bang bang boom boom pow pow in her room, my cousin led a man out to his car. "Don't forget to e-wallet N$1500.00, I need to get her anything, perhaps something from my cousin," she said. So he got into his Golf 7 R and said, "OK, darling, I'll e-wallet now." When I overheard my cousin claim that the folks I was with last night were drug traffickers, I understood I'd been drugged. I haven't even been in Windhoek for a whole day, and my first impressions of the city have already made me homesick. Ndjona-Top (as we'll refer to her from now on) had a flatmate named Kenaa, who was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

We said hello and that was the extent of our conversation (but you will remember her as my story goes on). My cousin approached me and inquired about what occurred the night before she came to rescue me because it appeared that I had been partying hard and what I was doing on Clemens Kapuuo Street (Herero Mall). As though I knew exactly where I was). I recounted to her the entire tale, beginning with when I got off the bus, and only then did she tell me it had been a long night, which is why she doesn't go out with her iPhone phone. "Those bandits on Clemens Kapuuo Street take people's phones, including mine, mbwae tjiri." When my cousin arrived for the holidays, she spoke Otjiherero-Tjautua, but here in Windhoek, when she speaks Otjiherero, she speaks Otjihimba and mixes it with Otjiherero-Tjautua, you know that 'okusipera' language. I had to remind her that I needed to hurry to Aunty Ngarii's place before she changed her mind about letting me live there before I had even moved in. You don't know this, but I am a pretty girl, with that wonderful dark complexion, if I dressed like my cousin and had hair like her Brazilian hair, you would think we are twins, my cousin is really attractive, and I recall boys from my village always staring at her whenever she came for holidays. She handed me a small Nokia phone (okasaru/okandotja) to keep in touch with; I didn't mind whatever phone it was as long as I had one.

So, after calling my aunt and driving to Pioneers Park, I thought to myself, "What am I going to say to my aunt?" Ndjon-Top instructed me to be quiet and she would do the talking; my aunt is not an easy-going type who listens to duplicity. The taxi dropped us off at the house, and as soon as we stepped inside, my aunt was on fire like the devil himself, which I didn't blame her for. "Listen, what are you trying to teach Ngaendomuua is entirely incorrect, and I do not like it, you are here exposing her to other men, do you want her to behave like you or what?" she asked, turning to my cousin. Well, my cousin had been in this situation before, and she knew exactly how to react and what to say, "Aunty Ngarii, I'm workingI have a part-time job, I'm a chief accountant at Tuku-g Trading cc, how would you know how well I was doing if you kicked me out of your house, besides, there are times that we hold our lunch meetings with our clients at Tuku-g head office," well, that was my cousin talking back My aunt sat me down in the sitting room after my cousin had left and asked, "So where did you go last night?" I felt she was on to something. I told her that Vemuu (Ndjona-Top) had come to pick me up, and I could see the disgust on my aunt's face as she looked at me, "you will not tell me what you want in my house, your mother sent you here to go to school, not to sleep around," by this time I had swallowed a gallon of saliva down my throat.

I was confident she was on to something "I contacted every number you gave me last night; one was a driver who said he dropped you off at Okambu-Kovahimba and the other was a security guard who stated you departed with a grown man in a Golf; do I look like an idiot or what? The other number was never even called." That was probably Mr. Brown Jersey's number, and he didn't respond on purpose. I made a terrible mistake by trusting a stranger; this was not the first impression I intended to make on my aunt, who I know is a difficult woman to please. As I was drowning in my shame and embarrassment, my aunt woke me up and instructed me to look in the garage; there was a mattress there, and she told me to sleep there after I cleaned the kitchen because she would not allow liars and whores to sleep in her house. "Your mother had to beg me to let you remain here," she remarked as she headed to her room. By this point, all I could think was, "Wow, is this the idea I had of living in the big city of lights?"

What would you have done in my situation?

This was my welcome and arrival in the City of Lights.

"Welcome to the city, A Girl from Ehomba Mountain” (I thought to myself)

 

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Chapter Four

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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I had been in Windhoek for 24 hours, I was driving about with strangers, I was drugged, and if individuals were caught for having drugs in their blood, I'm sure I would have been taken to jail since I could still feel the drug's influence in my body, I had a terrible headache, and my stomach ached. I felt like a hobo, and I was now a slave in my aunt's house, cleaning the kitchen without having eaten anything or drank anything in this house, "was my aunt turning me into her maid or, better still, her slave?" I wondered. As I lay on that small mattress with a thin blanket, I remembered my mother's "otjisema" and "omaere" that I had in my rucksack; at the very least, I had something to eat now. I only had two days until I had to register at UNAM, and I was convinced that staying in this place would be hell. I panicked and jumped up from the mattress as I felt something move, it was the vibration of the "okandotja/okasuru" phone, when I looked on the screen it was Ndjona-Top, I answered and she asked how I was coping after I told her I'm sleeping on a mattress, and to her dismay, she told me that living with my aunt wasn't going to be easy. I informed her that if I didn't get into the hostel, I wouldn't be able to buy a place in Windhoek, so I could have to live in this hell house and put up with the devil herself, and that Aunty found out I wasn't with her last night because a security guard snitched on me. She felt sorry for me, but there was nothing she could do because she shared her two-bedroom flat with Kenaa, and we all know how much space girls require.

I heard my aunt's car outside the house and saw her driving away through the garage's little window. So Ndjona-Top inquired if Aunty had gone to bed, and when I informed her she had just left, she recommended that I get up and she would come and take me out. I thought to myself, she must be insane; after what occurred the night before, I couldn't risk testing my aunt's rage again; I told her no, I couldn't, and that it was better if I slept. Ndjona-Top, or "ngu hari ovikurya mbya rara," as my mother refers to her, does not take no for an answer, "eye tjiri kari ovikurya mbya rara," I reasoned. She assured me that because she had been there and done that, my aunt would not find out anything. I ignored her and slept for about an hour before Ondjona-Top woke me up and told me to get dressed, "let me take you out of this pitiful garage you're sleeping in," she said, I was panicking again, I asked her how she got in here, I swear I didn't hear a thing, then she told me she knows the house because she's lived here before. She simply told me not to worry because when Aunty goes out, she doesn't park her car in the garage and she doesn't even check, so we'll place pillows beneath the blankets to make it appear as if you're sleeping. She brought a very short dress and heels and instructed me to put them on before we sneaked out of the home (or should I say she sneaked me out) and when we got outside, there was a black BMW waiting for us, she said, "these men are businessmen and they like to be entertained, they have a lot of money."

Yes, these were men, and I wondered what she was doing with such large men. They had gold on their wrists and around their necks, as well as shiny watches, and they were quite well dressed. "Hurry Up," one of the men said, "we will be late." I was out of the home (forgive me, out of the garage) riding with strangers when I became enraged with Ndjona-Top. We sat in the back seat of the BMW, and I asked Ndjona-Top what if my aunt came back and checked the garage and I wasn't there? If she found out, I'd be homeless and on the streets, which was not the dream I had in mind. But something changed my mood at the time; I was stunned when the driver handed Ndjona-Top a bag full of N$200’s, more money than I had ever seen in my entire life, the man driving then said to me "Kumwe bonita, my name is Vintolinio, but you can call me Ma-cups; you look lovely; we'll have a good time tonight; take the money; it's yours. This is Antonio, my pal." My rage at Ndjona-Top quickly transformed into excitement. I even forgot I had escaped from the garage.

As much as I wanted to believe Ndjona-Top was wrong, who was I kidding? I didn't have any money with me, aside from the N$300 old notes in my backpack that mom had saved up for me, and it didn't look like my aunt was going to shower me with cash either. I know the way I was getting this money didn't make sense, but it felt good, I tell you. Ndjona-Top instructed me how to sneak in and out of the house; she definitely lived there, so she knew her way around, and she had copies of the keys she made when she used to reside there. When we got to town, I asked my cousin where we were going, and she said it was the Kalahari Hotel, one of the nicest clubs in town. Damn, this place looked better, smelled better, and had a better atmosphere than the bar I went to last night with those drug dealers. Everyone greeted this one man in particular as we entered, "Cota Vintolinio Ma-Cups, kumwe??.." "Tutubei," he said. Tafisshh. He was a successful businessman.

My mother would have a heart attack if she realized what her girls were up to right now, but shockingly, neither I nor my mother knew Ndjona-Top the way I'm starting to know her now. I knew she was a little crazy, but it never occurred to me that she was this crazy. The way she walked, the way she flirted with Cota Ma-cups, she was like a lioness protecting her territory, and it made me wonder about her boyfriend with the Golf 7 R that she was with last night, what his role is in all of this, but it didn't matter at the time. Ndjona-Top had vanished for a while, and I was sitting in the VIP section, looking like the party pooper because no one was talking to me, probably because I wasn't drinking alcohol and acting wild like them, and my hair was a mess, every girl here had Brazilian hair, but Cota Ma-Cups kept looking at me. There were a few people in one part, and they were all talking and laughing so loudly, men and women, that it made me uneasy since it appeared like they were filming a pornographic movie. One of the girls was on top of one of the guys, her legs stretching across his thighs, kissing him all over. This was all Cota Ma-cups' friends; most of the guys were Angolans, but the girls were Wambos and a few Herero and Nama chicks, so I tried alcohol for the first time to fit in.

After a few minutes, I went outside to look for my cousin; I assumed she had gone somewhere with Cota Ma-Cups friend’s Antonio, but I only found them standing outside. I went straight back to the VIP section, Cota Ma-cups grabbed my hand and told us we were leaving, then we all left, we drove not far from town to a very upper-class neighbourhood called Academia, with an entourage of three other cars behind us, we arrived at a very nice big house, with the tallest gate I had ever seen, as we entered I was so amazed by what I was seeing. An indoor pool? Consider that. Although this was not my goal, I lived in the moment as I tried to embrace this opulent lifestyle, the wine, and money making me forget about any bad conscience. We partied till late at night, and I was a little tipsy. Cota Ma-cups was telling those men's stories, but I didn't pay attention. My cousin was overjoyed with these men, but I was exhausted. I told Ndjona-Top we needed to go home, but she insisted that the party hadn't ended because everyone in that house was either making out or vanishing into dark places and coming from upstairs. I had a sense this guy paid us money in exchange for something else, which made me uncomfortable, and I wanted to go, but no one would open the doors, eish, what have I gotten myself into now? I was perplexed. When I saw the cop lights outside, I was reinvigorated and my soul was refreshed. When the cops went inside, they started telling everyone to leave and shut it all down at once because they had received a complaint about loud noises from the neighbours.

I begged the cops to take us home, and one lady cop instructed us to go back the way we came, "muri mokunwa ovikariha pamwe nova Angola mbo, mwazara tji muna ovandu wo kurirandisa matu isa ohoi tjiri," she said. I had never disliked a cop till tonight; she would undoubtedly take her own daughter home. Another police offered to drive us home; this officer, in particular, knew Ndjona-Top, but Ndjona-Top was too inebriated to recognize him. Fortunately, we left and went to my aunt's house after leaving Ndjona-Top off. I didn't need to direct the police to my house because he knew who lived there, so he questioned, "does your aunt know that you went out, because knowing Ngarii, I don't think she will allow you to remain out until this late," to which I tentatively said, "no." My aunt, on the other hand, would not let me out until this late. When he dropped me off, he took a picture of me with his phone standing outside the gate, dressed as if I had been picked up from a street corner, as if I were a prostitute. He simply stated that it is a regular procedure. He then informed me that he always patrols this neighbourhood and looks after my aunt's house when she is away.

He proposed that I sleep with him if I wanted him to keep silent about the entire night. The guy reminded me of the photo he had just taken, which proves I was out late at night dressed as a prostitute. He gave me his number and took mine, telling me that I had till Wednesday to respond or he would spill the beans, and then he drove away. Life keeps putting me in challenging situations that are more than I can bear, I reasoned. Sneaking in wasn't tough; I used the Ndjona-Top method of entering my aunt's house without making a sound. Her car was parked in the driveway in the yard, exactly as Ndjona-Top had predicted, and I was only concerned that she had checked in the garage. I had a headache, I felt the effects of the drug that was still in my blood, the booze I drank, and the agony in my legs when I attempted to balance my walk on those high heels, I tried to be tough, I looked in my purse, and the money in there made me smile for a while.

I was soon on my mattress, lying down, and ready to sleep when I received a text saying, "You have until Wednesday,:-)" .... Damn, it was the cop, and he had the audacity to add a smiley?... I realized this guy was serious about this whole thing and wanted me to perform such a horrible thing. I was so screwed. My entire body was now in anguish. I have to choose between giving up one of two things: my virginity (yeah, I had never had an interaction with a man before and now you know) and my possible home if my aunt discovered I had sneaked out of the house without informing her.

What would you have done in my situation?

This was my welcome and arrival in the City of Lights.

"Welcome to the city, A Girl from Ehomba Mountain” (I thought to myself)

 

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Chapter Five

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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Sunday morning I didn't get much sleep; I couldn't sleep after all the weekend turmoil; how could I forget my first weekend in Windhoek? As much as I wish I was back home in Ehomba kOndundu yetu mbwae in my thatch and cow dung room where I at least had a nice wood bed, I thought of something I didn't have back home, money (ovimariva ovitenda mbyari pomwinyo wamuhona Jesu!!) I took out my handbag and Ndjona-pocketbook Top's to keep because she was so wasted last night, and I began counting the money that Cota Ma-cups handed us. I counted the money ten times because I couldn't believe it: in my purse was N$4000 in hard cash, and in Ndjona-Top's -purse was N$6000 in cash. I felt horrible, since what if Cota Ma-cups comes back to demand his money back because I didn't do what he wanted me to do with him? My aunt beckoned me into the sitting room, and I hurriedly put the money back in my backpack; she believed that if we were going to get along, I needed to come clean. I thought she found out I sneaked out of the home last night, but she didn't, and instead, she wanted me to tell her the truth about Friday, so I had to tell her exactly what happened when I arrived on that Friday evening, and how I ended up in Vemuu's (Ndjona-Top) residence. She was not pleased with how foolish I was for trusting strangers after I told her the entire story (the truth and nothing but the truth), but she accepted my explanation because she knew I was just a village girl who had been taken advantage of by a predator.“Imwi omumukutu mburi Kavangarutjindo, andakuzu Kavangarutjindo okeri kouye etje kuraera okutja murivi,".

She warned me that Windhoek was not a good place for young girls like me and advised me to avoid Ndjona-Top. Be careful; I'm not proud to be her aunt after the way she treated me. Just don't be like her. I know you two are like sisters and you probably hang around at school. She showed me to my (new) room after telling me to go have breakfast, clean up afterward, and then clean the house and "the windows" as additional punishment for lying to her when I first arrived. I could only think about sleeping in a proper bed when she said that. She kept remarking on how untidy I am, saying things like, "You look like you need a bath as well, your eyes are red." She probably assumed it was the effects of the medicine that was put in my drink, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was the wine and champagne I drank last night. After taking a bath in warm water for the first time ever and feeling really hungry, I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Without a doubt, I ate like a goat. For once, I was starting to feel at home in the City of Lights.

I wonder where my aunt was going so early on a Sunday morning; after all, she was a successful entrepreneur. It's not as though she was dressed in church attire. Although I wasn't sure why, I decided to take advantage of my aunt's kindness toward me for the first time in a long time. I was lying on my back on the couch, and I was so comfortable that I immediately fell asleep. I suppose I needed that because I hadn't slept much and hadn't slept well or soundly since arriving in this place. I didn't see my aunt return; instead, the sound of the car's engine woke me up as she parked it in the garage. I pretended to be cleaning the kitchen when, "Oh sh*t," I realized I hadn't completed the punishment she had given me for lying to her. I also hadn't cleaned the home or the windows. She observed that the mattress was still there when she got out of her "Audi Q7" station wagon, which had the private number Ngarix Q7 NA. She lifted up my rucksack, and inside, she spotted two purses. She asked me why I hadn't cleaned up the house while I was occupied with cleaning the kitchen, and at least this time I didn't lie when I said I had fallen asleep after breakfast. She didn't seem to mind, but when I noticed that she was carrying my backpack, my heart raced a hundred times every second. A little heart attack hit me. She would ask me where I obtained the money if she realized how much was inside. She directed me to put the items in my room and to put my backpack down. Then, she exclaimed, "Next time, do what you are supposed to do before you sleep!" She then began speaking in Otjiherero tjautwa, saying things like "ami shishi hivanga, ovandu mbe havanga okuungura shiri, sharwe poyandje mozupo shiri." I briefly breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped into her room; this time, I was lucky since she didn't notice the money.

My aunt informed me that she had an urgent flight to Brazil and that she needed to go handle some business. She made it clear that she would be gone for a week and handed me N$500 to use in case of an emergency, such as if I became sick or needed to buy more food. She also emphasized how she wanted to return to a tidy house. She gave me all of the contact information in case of an emergency, informed me that Mr. Mbaa would be stopping over, and then left. One of her female friends picked her up to drive her to the Hosea Kuṱako International Airport. I was relieved to be alone at this moment for the first time since I was abandoned at Okambashu-Kovahimba since I had the opportunity to gather my thoughts and use a right-click to refresh them. Then I also considered my aunt; I knew she did not get along with my mother, but perhaps that is why I never really got to know her well. Maybe she wasn't as horrible as my family back home made her out to be.

She was being incredibly polite to me, and that was all I cared about, so at least I was starting to see a new side of her. In my eyes, she was no longer a devil's advocate; she was now an angel, at least until she proved me wrong. It was already 17h00 when I realized I hadn't spoken to my cousin Ndjona-Top all day. Figuring we had important business to discuss, I wanted to inform her that getting me engaged in her venture was a really bad idea. With all the money I had, I went out to a store in my neighborhood to buy airtime, and for the first time, I began to believe that my goal of moving to Windhoek was actually coming true. I only had N$300 two days ago, and now I have N$10 800 in my hands—N$300 from my mom, N$500 from my aunt, N$4000 from Cota Ma-cups, and N$6000 for Ndjona-Top. I held it all in my hands—I've never held so much money in my hands. My mother gave me $300 in N$10 notes, but they were all wrinkled and looked dirty; it was obvious that they had been my mother's savings.

Since last night, I wanted to rage at my cousin on the phone, but I refrained because I realized I wouldn't have this money without her. Have I become addicted to money or what? or was I merely feeling the way wealthy people always feel when they have money? I texted Ndjona-Top saying, "I miss you beautiful," and "thanks for last night, (best cousy in the world)" when I got home with my N$100 airtime, porsie chips, and russian chips (I just couldn't stop eating because the food tasted different here). Her number was off, but it didn't worry me that much because I knew she knows how to take care of herself. We spoke for about 50 minutes before the intercom rang, forcing me to say goodbye and hang up. I had phoned my mom to tell her how beautifully my aunt was treating me and how she had let me settle in her home (mostly leaving out all the negative things that had occurred over the weekend).

I responded, "Halo."

"Halo Muuax," a man's voice said next.

Yes, how may I help you, please?

"Your aunt told me she was leaving the country, and she requested me to check on you. My name is Mr. Mbaa, and she might have told you about me. Can you let me in?" the man's voice said.

Me: "Yes, sir, she did; in fact, I'm unlocking the gate right now."

Since I was inebriated the night before, I used the gate's remote to open the gate from inside the house through the kitchen window. As soon as I saw a man enter, I shut the gate and went to the sitting room door to open it. However, as soon as I saw that man in front of our door, I immediately remembered who it was: it was that police officer who is blackmailing me, Mr. Officer (as we shall call him from now on), who offered to sleep with me or tell my aunt I simply became frozen, like a snowman.

He inquired, "May I come in?" It's a good thing your aunt is out of town and she trusts me so much to come to take care of you because now we can have as much time as we like. "I was wondering if you thought about my offer," he remarked.

I couldn't believe that this guy was actually being so serious because my heart had previously frozen like a snowman's heart and was now melting into tears. Christmas arrived too soon for this guy, at least, just as his life appeared to be getting back on track. Life is not balanced.

 

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Chapter Six

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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                         FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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Have you ever found yourself with only two options, knowing that whichever decision you made would not ultimately out to be the ideal one? I was put in this scenario; there was no such thing as "do and survive," it was either "Do Or Die." Mr. Officer entered our house, settled down on the couch, and appeared to be very at ease. This time, he was not wearing a police uniform and he was wearing a polo slim shirt that was tucked in and black shining official shoes. Since it was Sunday, he probably intended to impress me or just gain my trust so he could do anything he wanted to me. However, he appeared to have gone to church to impress. I have never had a man chase me the way he did, Oh! except for Cota Ma-Cups’ attempt to get his freak on with me last night. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, but he didn't look like someone I wanted to sit next to. So, one thing was now certain: if my aunt had phoned Mr. Officer to come to check on the house while, in his mind, he was checking up on me, then he had to be very close to my aunt, and I was confident that she would trust him over me if he had to snitch. Losing this house would make me a struggling student and force me to adopt the Ndjona-Top lifestyle of cohabiting with men, which I just knew is not the dream I had in mind. This house was just beginning to seem like a home away from home to me. I offered him juice and tried to engage in a conversation with him that did not cover other topics since I felt like I should try to be patient with him so that he won't get upset and might let me off the hook. They have been best friends forever, so ever since she divorced her ex-husband, she has been asking me to check on the house whenever she was out of the country because Pioneer Spark, which is Zone 7, is my patrol area, said the snake. I asked him how he knew my aunt, and he explained that back in the day when she was still a student at Polytechnic of Namibia, she occasionally used to crush at his sister's place in Okatutura.

After more than an hour of general discussion, the TV had grown uninteresting for this guy. Before I could come up with a fresh idea for what to say or do, he rose up, came to sit next to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and asked me to walk into the room with him. I started begging him but I think the more I did the more I think I turned him on because I could see a bump forming in his pants, and it further got him on when he saw me gazing at it. By this point, I suppose the only other option I had was to give up myself, which I wasn't ready to do just yet. He wouldn't take no for an answer, and I was panicking and out of ideas. I informed him that I was a virgin and that I wasn't ready to have a relationship with anyone else (I had never imagined that I would open up to a man other than my husband about my life). I also mentioned that I was having a period and that if he gave me more time, I would think about it when I was ready. He became upset when I stated that because he shoved me down on the couch, yanked my skirt down, and yelled, "Momorosa oruveze rwandje, me yenene okuungura atjihe tji mevanga," as he was already going into his pockets for a pack of condoms. He advised me not to scream, saying that he has friends in the force and that even if I initiate a case against him, the docket will be lost within a day. By this point, I was exposed, only wearing a shirt and a panty, and I was terrified that he was going to rape me. Now you have to realize the situation I was in; in my village, a policeman was seen as a powerful man who was highly respected; they were not just seen as those who upheld the law, but as the law itself. I was terrified and felt I would lose this battle. But I did it out of caution and told him that he must wait because I have another plan for him.

After giving him what he requested, I hurriedly stood up, grabbed my skirt, and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth with mouthwash, and sobbed in silence as I looked in the mirror and saw a girl who had been abandoned by every good spirit that ever roamed this planet. If I had to comply with either of his demands, I would have been roasted meat or toasted bread, regardless of how you feel about what I did. "Open up, you are taking too long in there," the guy said as I heard a "bang" on the door. After washing my face, I returned to the living room where I found him waiting by the door. He remarked to me, "I'll consider our agreement done," and he grinned wickedly. I hurried to my room as soon as he departed, expecting to get some sleep after crying too much, but just as I was about to give up hope, my phone rang—it was Ndjona-Top. She wouldn't say anything other than how much fun she had last night and how I ruined the party by suggesting we leave early. For a brief moment, I believed she wanted to thank me for rescuing her by taking her home; otherwise, those Angolans would have done something else to her since she was so weak to their attempts. Ndjona-Top, my kind cousin, observed the shift in my attitude and said she was on her way to see me since I didn't have the energy to argue with her because I felt like my dignity had been stripped from me and all I wanted to do was sleep.

I may have kept my virginity and the hope of sharing it with my future husband alive, but I most definitely lost my self-respect. "Hey sissy, I know you are a long way from home, and with the way things have been happening, I know it's crazy, Omwano mbo uriri imwe otjirongo tjokakambe, after a few days you will be fine you will get used to the life in the city," Ndjona-Top said in a very soft and comforting tone when she saw me. I was embarrassed so bad that I didn't want to tell her what had happened. After that, Ndjona-Top instructed me to get ready, saying, "We're going out, you look like you need a drink, Mundu wa Mama. Today, it's just me, you, and the girls. Let me go introduce you to the females, the Hot Girls of Unam, and all of Windhoek." If you didn't know her, you may think that Ndjona-Top was a prostitute because she was usually dressed up and into minis. Does she ever sleep though? I anticipated that she would be exhausted by now after her wild hook-ups last night. The fact that my aunt wasn't in the country and that I had money allowed me to do whatever I wanted, even getting drunk if I so desired. Perhaps doing so would help me forget about the foul taste in my mouth. After getting dressed, I gave Ndjona-Top her purse and asked if she was going to count it. She said that she already knew how much was inside and that mine was N$4000. She said, "that's what Cota Ma-Cups gave you and he gave me N$6000, mine is more since I'm the queen," when I inquired how she knew this. I remained silent, but I was wondering in the back of my mind whether my own cousin was using me like a whore.

Anyway, we went to a place called Okambaushu in Okatutura, which is a really nice place with sparkling lights. Everyone here was young and vibrant, and they all seemed to be dressed stylishly. I realized that the majority of the guys here preferred slim shirts and t-shirts that exposed their chests and tight jeans that revealed a sexy body. The girls loved to flaunt their legs, thus short dresses or small skirts were popular, as well as heels. No matter how I looked tonight or how other girls looked better than me in their mini skirts and Brazilian hair, I was not going to let that stop me from getting drunk. I needed to forget all the bad things that had happened to me and celebrate the fact that I was now in the City of Lights. After the pain I endured trying to balance on heels last night, I wasn't going to put up with that any time soon. We all danced and I had a great time with the females since the music was so amazing. My cousin taught me some current dances so I could tell "okupunda mutu kuri mombinu." This was truly a group of lovely females, and Ndjona-Top introduced me to her two best friends, Kenaa and Tjipaa, or as they call her, Tjipa-Tjipa. There were more girls who I wasn't actually formally introduced to but who hung around with us nevertheless. Soon after, some guys started to look at us. They ordered two bottles of champagne and delivered them to our table. As the night progressed, I began to get tipsy. The guys then ordered two more bottles of champagne. Soon after, they began to sing "Started from the Bottom, Now We Here" and toss money into the air. Ndjona-Top, Kenaa, and Tjipaa weren't doing what I saw some of the girls doing—picking up the cash and stuffing it under their bras. The females updated their photos on Facebook and Instagram all night long while taking images with their cell phones. By the conclusion of the evening, the three girls who were in the group went to drop me off at home in Tjipaa's Mercedes Benz while the other girls in the group left with the guys. My cousin and her companions first dropped me off at home when I was still intoxicated, and before they went, she muttered something along the lines of:

Don't forget to bring your admittance letter to school tomorrow, ove ngu meraere nao. After saying "all right," I left. I was unable to determine what time the sun rose, but it was certainly shining brightly on my face through the window of my room. For some reason, I panicked and jumped up because I knew I had an early morning task to complete. However, when I checked my phone, I saw that it was 16:45 and that there were five missed calls from Ndjona-Top. There was also a text from mom that read: "Sis, get up and remember to bring your admittance letter with you—you'll be asked for it at registration. Register right now. I'll see you after work. I adore you. You're the best cuddly in the world." It was sent around seven o'clock in the morning. Oh, dear! I forgot to register; I'm screwed. If I try to register later, there might not be room, and I know I am just good in theory, so the law will be the best option for me. Do I now need to take another course? But if I took another course, my aunt would probably send me back home. I could possibly return next year, but if I stayed at home doing nothing, that would be embarrassing for myself and my mother. I would also lose my bursary from the Namibia Law Society.

Is my dream leaving me for a night of intoxication?

My heart was once more quite heavy.

What would you have done in my situation?

This was my welcome and arrival in the City of Lights.

"Welcome to the city, A Girl from Ehomba Mountain” (I thought to myself)

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Chapter Seven

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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My cousin called again before I had a chance to take a shower, and when I answered, she questioned, "Wa register hapo, ongwaiye tji uhina okutoora ongoze yandje hapo?" I began to stammer for a moment before saying, "I.. I.. I just woke up now." I called you this morning before I left for work, and you claimed you were getting dressed," she added. "Hikuvaze owazara meya nambano." Since I could hardly move, how could I know what I was saying? I believe I was speaking while I was asleep. When a cab started honking outside the house after a short while, she texted me to come with her so we could go to Unam. Imagine that it was after five when we arrived on campus. She called one of her friends who was an SRC there and said he would be able to assist me. His name is Tusu, and he is the SRC for Entertainment and Recreation. On campus, there were still long lines of individuals waiting to register until after five o'clock. I had a bad hangover, but I wanted to appear to be a serious student, so I made an effort to be resilient and drank a red bull in addition to tons of water. We walked straight to the SRC office, where Tusu was conversing with a few girls in his office. My cousin begged the other girls to leave the room because she needed to talk to Tusu about a personal situation, and Tusu just sat there calmly spinning in his leather chair. The girls' sorrowful expressions when they departed were understandable given how attractive he was; after all, "Prince Charming" was letting them leave his realm. Ndjona-Top instructed Tusu to assist me with processing my registration as soon as they departed, and she gave him my acceptance letter, a letter from the Namibia Law Society proving that I am a recipient of a bursary, and N$650 for the registration fee. She then gave us a brief introduction, and I could tell Tusu was delighted to see me since he grinned and said "pleasure to meet you" while firmly holding my hand. I was immediately drawn to him because of his attraction and his gorgeous eyes, which had thick eyebrows. Don't forget to do it, you know I know where your room is, Ndjona-Top said as we were leaving. I merely imagined it to be a benign warning in the back of my mind. After we left his office, I was struck by how well-liked Ndjona-Top is around campus. People were saying "Hi NT," which is short for Ndjona-Top, at every turn. The way these students dressed, "makuzu o swagga," still made me feel inferior, but it wasn't something I worried about all that much. We were having a snack in the cafeteria when I noticed that the majority of the customers were older and dressed more formally. Ndjona-Top had told me that this was the cafeteria where the lecturers hang out. The cafeteria was a more laid-back area with clean tables, but I was afraid that my Otjihimba accent would come across if I spoke. Being's understandable that Ndjona-Top didn't like it there because there was no guy there who could take care of her requirements. In contrast to the Okabashu, it was full of younger people who dressed in very hippie fashion and played pool while wagering money. It was also noisy. Ndjona-Top gave me some advice while we waited for the food we had ordered in the cafeteria. "Now listen, the Okabashu is for low-class girls who pretend to have class and horny boys who spend their pocket money on those girls," he said. You already met Kenaa and Tjipaa; we go by "The Ozonduna" and are the campus's female residents. We don't do that; if a guy wants you, he has to treat you like a diamond and if he wants to buy you like one, he has to do it knowing he will have to take care of something precious. Every girl here wants to hang out with us like when you saw those groupies with us last night picking up money from the floor in Okabashu Bar. You have a free ticket to hang out with us since you are my cousin, but only if you can catch up. You know that I love you, so I will assist you. One more thing, all the boys want to screw us, so never give in so quickly unless he has something good to offer. Even though I didn't like the direction things were going because all I wanted was to be able to concentrate on my studies, I couldn't help but wonder what it must have been like to have every guy chasing after me and, more importantly, to have money available to you at any time. After all, who gets four grand just for showing up at a party? Hanging out with my cousin wasn't all that horrible, and I still had two weeks after registration before classes started, so I figured I'd try how joining the "Ozonduna" would work out for me. It seemed so amazing that my cousin could buy whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. After we finished our meal, my cousin and I proceeded to Tjipaa's apartment in Klein Windhoek after she called to invite her over. Since Tjipaa lived with her mom and step-dad, a very wealthy man from Angola, and she drives a Mercedes Benz C63 that she received as a 21st birthday gift from her wealthy stepfather last year, I assumed that her life must be quite opulent. They have a Range Rover, a Jaguar, two Mercedes Benzes—one silver and the other black—a BMW X6, and they have five more automobiles sitting in their garage. Tjipaa was the driver of the silver Merc, and she seemed to be living a problem-free, full-of-life existence. If you asked me to define craziness, I would say that my cousin qualifies. Ndjona-Top was just as insane as before, and she seemed to belong anywhere in society. When we entered Tjipaa's room, they began to look at their Facebook pages, and I was able to see how I seemed in the photos they had taken of me last night at Okabashu Bar—I looked completely inebriated. They appeared very elegant, whereas I appeared to be a typical village girl. The fact that these women earned more than 500 likes on their photos made them seem like celebrities. "I tried to upload all the nicest photographs where u didn't appear like a Himba," Tjipaa told me as she and my cousin laughed at me. When Tjipaa asked if I had a Facebook account, I replied, "No, all I heard was people talk about it back at school but I didn't have time for it." Ndjona-Top then offered to take me shopping for new clothes, hair, and shoes. "Girl, didn't you ever have a social life, but that's great, it's wonderful nobody will know about the boring life you had," said Tjipaa. "We'll create a Facebook account for you, and you'll update the new you after your makeover. With us, boys will love you and the girls will envy you." I simply said, "Thanks mukwetu tjondiri ya Kauhotua," while grinning. It was a Friday, and I had been in Windhoek for a few days at this point. Ndjona-Top had been working all week, but during her lunch break and when she left for the day, we would go shopping and hang out with the girls in town because I had new clothing and shoes to wear. Ndjona-Top purchased a new iPhone, and she lent me a few dollars so I could purchase one as well. You may think this is a waste of money, as I did, but all the girls owned iPhones. It was my way of announcing my arrival and positioning myself as the new "Ozonduna," but more importantly, I had brand-new hair. I had 18-inch Brazilian hair installed on my head, which made me look hot and stunning like my cousin. After creating a Facebook account, my cousin would often post pictures of us along with the hashtag "#my cousin is hotter than yours." Judging by the number of likes we got, I knew I was now well-liked, and Windhoek City was starting to feel comfortable for me. It's been a week since I left home, but I didn't miss being all that much. I did miss my mom and my younger siblings, but I enjoyed it here. We always had something to talk about, and I even spoke in the same way as the girls. Every day I spoke to my mother on the phone, and she was pleased that I was adjusting to life in Windhoek (but only if she knew). My aunt also called nearly every day. At times, I considered telling her what Mr. Mbaa, also known as Mr. Officer, forced me to do, but I feared him and decided to keep it a secret instead. My aunt had been gone for five days and was scheduled to return on Sunday, but on Friday, "the Ozonduna" were heading to Herero-mall for a formal all-white party. My outfit was ready, and I was too—after all, I was a member of the crew. We arrived at Herero Mall at around 2:00 a.m.; there was me, Ndjona-Top, Kenaa, and Tjipaa. There were also Cota Ma-Cups and Aju, the friend whmm Ndjona-Top had blown up in the bathroom at the pub last Saturday. One thing about these individuals is that they constantly have money wrapped in rubber bands and are quite loaded. It wasn't until tonight that I learned that Tjamu is Kenaa's ex; what was up with Ndjona-Top giving him a blow job, or did he pay her to do it? Cota Ma-Cups and Tjamu are friends of Ndjona-Top and Kenaa. She was the prettiest of us all and she easily attracted men's attention because of her pretty looks. I no longer knew what to anticipate from my cousin by this point. Cota Ma-Cups and I didn't get along the first time we met, but for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off me tonight. We were having a great time and the party was going off just like when we had previously hung out with these affluent Angolans. The VIP area was reserved by Cota Ma-Cups, and bottles began to arrive one by one. This time, Cota Ma-Cups was gentle when he asked me to sit next to him. He explained how he makes his money and how wealthy he is—just let's say he owns clubs and restaurants in Angola—and then he complimented me on how different I looked from the last time we met. "You are so beautiful, u meu amor," he said—the second time he's said that to me. As Ndjona-Top and Tjipaa danced on the dance floor in the middle of the party, Kenaa was talking to Tjamu, but she didn't seem to be enjoying the direction their conversation was going because she kept flicking her hand at him. Ndjona-Top quickly came to pull me up from my seat and bring me to where Tjipaa was also standing. "That guy is a real jerk, he is so into you it's. Did my cousin really shill for me to Cota Ma-Cups or what? WOW WOW WOW I gave it some thinking, but after hearing what I did, I ran outdoors to get some fresh air. It now made sense as to why Cota Ma-Cups was being so kind to me; he wasn't just being kind, he was also attempting to talk his way into my underwear. The Ozonduna have a girl code in which they make a commitment to reveal secrets and only keep those secrets to themselves until death. Maria followed me outside to ask what was wrong with me, but by this point I believed she understood what was going on. Because I wasn't a member of the Ozoduna at the time, they had to keep it a secret from me, which was unfortunate because I would have returned Cota Ma-Cups' money if I had known. What else could I do considering that I was all covered in it, I couldn't return his money, and Cota Ma-Cups was growing impatient? It only made sense again when I saw the distress on his face as he and Ndjona-Top stood in a corner arguing—the last time they had a fight like this during a party, it was because I had disinterested myself. When he raced outside and grabbed my hand, pushing me toward his Range Rover, I must have thought I was trying to flee since I was unable to extricate myself. Cota Ma-Cups and I had already left by the time Kenaa went to get the girls to come aid me, and he was moving quite quickly.

I should have to made that run because I swear I felt a little pee flowing down out of dread.

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Chapter Eight

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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My ideal stay in Windhoek appeared to be coming to an end, and once more I was in a predicament for which there seemed to be nothing I could do. I screamed I shouted, I tried to open the doors, but he wouldn't stop the car and let me out. He suddenly caught my attention when he reached for something and set a 9mm pistol on top of the dashboard of his automobile. I remained silent and sobbed secretly because I believed I was going to die, and I questioned why my god had abandoned me. When he stated, "I'm going to rape you," I was confident "Nobody disrespects me as much as you and your cousin do, and I'm Cota Ma-Cups, a respected guy in Angola.

 I'll give you a lesson today; if you want money, take it, but if you try to flee, I'll kick you." We arrived at a house in a place I don't know, but it felt remote and on the outskirts of the city; it was too dark to determine where we were. I sobbed nonstop, but he didn't seem to care. He motioned for me to exit the vehicle and follow him while remaining silent. I was already wearing a short dress, so if he wanted to rape me, he would have no trouble getting to me. He yanked and dragged me to a room upstairs. I watched as he forced himself on me after giving me a harsh slap in the face and pushing me into the bed.

Though I was screaming in agony and pleading with him to stop, he wouldn't listen. Little did he realize that I was still a virgin, which is why it was so difficult for him to do what he want to me. Just as he was about to strip me completely, I heard a woman hit him hard in the head with a bottle of wine that was on the room's table. At first, I assumed it was his wife, and when she began to cry, I worried that I would be next as Cota Ma-Cups lay there on the floor writhing and kicking his legs. However, to my surprise, my cousin was right there behind the woman, along with Kenaa and Tjipaa. Despite the fact that I believed Ndjona-Top was to blame for this, she came to take me up and wrapped a towel around me while I wailed uncontrollably.

In the midst of my sorrow, I noticed that the stunning Kenaa was quite concerned about the man who was laying on the ground. She placed two fingers on his neck to check his pulse. She responded, "Guys, I think he's dead; there is no movement in his pulse." "What? Where did you learn that? "inquired Tjipaa. Remember, I'm doing nursing, she added. We were all now experiencing an immediate panic.  The person who struck Cota Ma-Cups simply stood there while sobbing. She responded, "My name is Natacha, I'm from Angola. This man brought me to Namibia when I was a child. He promised me good work, but he made me his useless person. Every time, I sleep in the guest room outside, and he and his friends rape me numerous times. Ndjona-Top asked her why she helped me and why she was crying. I was unable to allow him to hurt the young girl after seeing her sob. But you all need to leave. Wow, did this woman save me by sacrificing her freedom? I'll go report myself to the police. So, if what Kenaa claims is true and Cota Ma-Cups really is dead, we must act quickly to prevent her and the rest of us from being implicated in the crime. The moment had come for some legal guidance, so Ndjona-Top y eventually made the decision to clean up and not leave any traces. "We are leaving this property pristine and leaving this bastard here," my cousin said. We sped out of the house and into the Tjipaa Merc that was waiting outside. "Cota Ma-Cups always left money beneath the bed," remarked my cousin, and indeed there was a bag of cash when Ndjona-Top instructed the woman to look there.

She counseled the woman to return home. My future lawyer cousin responded, "Take all the money and since nobody truly knew about you I don't think you will be a suspect, now leave." Ndjona-Top explained that she and Cota Ma-Cups had spent a weekend here when Kenaa inquired how she knew this location when she led them here. It's silent, there are no cabs nearby if you try to leave, and there is nowhere to go and nowhere to hide, my cousin added. "This is where he first took me when we hooked up and I realized that he always does that with every girl he meets for the first time." She hugged me so tightly as we sat in the back seat of Tjipaa's Merc, and I could feel her affection. How could I blame her, though, given that I willingly agreed to all of this? I also knew that if the Angolan woman hadn't arrived first, she would have hit Cota Ma-Cups over the head with the bottle. Then, all of a sudden, Tjipaa pulled over, stopped the car, and turned off the engine.

There was a brief period of stillness in the car. Judging by the fact that all the girls were hugging each other and including me in the group embrace, I assume this was some type of Nduna bonding. For the Nduna Sisterhood, we declare that nothing we do or say that is a secret will be said to anyone outside of this group, and it shall die with us. Ndjona-Top said it was time to make a vow; this was a Nduna Sisterhood thing.

We all put our hands on top of each other's hands and made a vow at the same time. The fact that I realized how close the girls were, how warmly they accepted me into their sisterhood, and most importantly, how much they cared for and watched out for one another, was the one thing that made me feel better. I couldn't care less if the guy we left behind lived or perished. I would have wanted for him to pass away because I didn't want him to come hunting for my cousin, me, or my newfound friends.

We all went to Tjipaa's house, but as we drove away from that horror house, I was concerned that the police might learn about the horrific nature of our crime. After all, we might not have done anything about it or we might have reported the incident, and I might have asserted my right to self-defense, but Natacha came to my rescue and because she had experienced the same thing, she was willing to risk her life to save mine. For this reason, I refer to her as her.

Ndjona- Top was correct; we couldn't just let her go to jail after she saved my life. However, if we were caught, it would be the end of our lives as well as the end of my dream of becoming a lawyer. I can only imagine how devastated mom would be to learn that her firstborn is unable to do anything but break her heart. It's not like I had a choice or was forced to keep a secret at gunpoint; I joined the sisterhood of keeping secrets of my own volition. But for what purpose? Was it to feel a feeling of community? Or was it that these women prevented me from losing my virginity in the most dreadful way imaginable—by being raped? I suppose I had to stay to find out if it was worthwhile; otherwise, I would have been held accountable as an accomplice or co-perpetrator. If that man really did die, Natacha was brought here illegally by the same man, who is now deceased and cannot be questioned; she also lacked citizenship or a work permit, and I could have been her accomplice. All I had to do was keep it a secret. We were all rattled from covering up a murder when we arrived at Tjipaa's house, but even so, as we sat on Tjipaa's bed and got ready for bed, a lot of thoughts were racing through my head. Her mother and step-father are both pretty laid-back; he had just returned from a business trip to England and had come to cheer us up a bit and give us some gifts. Before leaving the room, though, he told Tjipaa that they needed to talk and gave her a sign with his hand. I believe I was the only one to notice this, but I made the decision not to get involved in the family business.

We all grinned and just responded, "Fine," when Tjipaa's mother inquired about how our night had gone and handed us biscuits and juice. She then went to her bedroom. While Ndjona-Top was still awake and Tjipaa was on her phone, she appeared to be conversing with someone, Kenaa was rapidly drifting off to sleep. I have met Kenaa's ex-boyfriend Aju, Cota Ma-Cups' friend, with whom they occasionally hook up, and I have met Ndjona-boyfriend Top's G7, whom she was with the night they saved me from Mr. Brown Jersey (yes, how could I forget that very bastard who drugged me), but I have never met Tjipaa's boyfriend, and among all the friends, she is the coolest and most composed. I have noticed she doesn't hit on girls either, but for once I thought she might be gay.

By the time Ndjona-Top finally gave in to her guilty conscience and went to sleep at around three in the morning, I was having trouble falling asleep despite drowsing every 20 minutes and waking up feeling as though Cota Ma-Cups was still on top of me. I just couldn't get rid of the recollection. Tjipaa wasn't in the room, but what the heck, it's her house; she could have gone anywhere. I stood up to use the restroom and to check on my cookie because I was in pain as Cota Ma-Cups almost pushed his way through.

Then, I saw Tjipaa leaving the kitchen door and moving toward the outside guest rooms, and I recognized her. After about ten minutes of self-examination, I followed Tjipaa to the guest rooms because I believed she was having trouble falling asleep and because I was having trouble falling asleep as well, I figured we could talk and just get to know each other better. I had to observe Tjipaa cheating on her stepfather when I entered the guest room because it wasn't locked and had little light from a table lamp. It was a big man on top of a small child. When they both saw me, they were both in awe.

Aayee, mbwae tjiri nu!!

 

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Chapter Nine

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

_______________________ CHAPTER NINE_________________________________

 

I quickly left the room without turning around and went straight to Tjipaa's room. After ten minutes (that must have been a quickie), Tjipaa returned. I feigned to be sleeping as Ndjona-Top and I lay on a mattress on the floor while she entered her bed, where Kenaa was already asleep. I got up and left without waiting for the sun to rise. Tjipaa didn't seem to care, though, and she asked me to go have breakfast with everyone in the dining room. It was odd because her mom was in there, and she didn't appear to feel any embarrassment, so I tried to avoid Tjipaa's stepdad and avoid making eye contact with her as well. Even though I was avoiding eye contact and dipped my head down, I could feel her stepfather, Mundux, whom Tjipaa refers to as Papa Mundux, looking at me as he left. He had simply stopped by to get an apple and a cup of tea. All the girls were eager to leave after breakfast, so we departed and left Ndjona-Top and Kenaa off at their residence in Khomasdal.

After giving each other kisses and hugs, Tjipaa and I drove to my house in her Mercedes. As soon as we were alone, there was awkwardness and silence. When we arrived at my aunt's house, I hurried to get out of the car when Tjipaa told me to "wait." She instructed me to keep quiet and stated I shouldn't have seen what I did. I assured her that it was none of my concern and gave her my word, but she later informed me that she knew I wouldn't. When I got out of the car and into my house, I was just happy to be home and tried to forget about all the crazy that had happened the previous night. By this point, though, I had begun to think that it was normal for so many things to be this crazy in the city because I had never lived there and the stories we had been told about it when I was back in the village actually seemed exaggerated. However, now that I was experiencing so many crazy things, I suppose one just has to learn to live with it. My aunt was coming back the next day, so I had a long bubble bath and started cleaning the whole house.

After cleaning, I made a snack and grabbed one of her books off the shelf in her home office to start reading. However, just as I was about to begin, I received a call from Tusu, SRC from campus, asking if we could meet at Maerua Mall. He informed me that my registration had been processed and that he had my schedule, my registration confirmation, a list of the books and notes I needed for my lectures, and my timetable. I promised him I will meet him right away because I was feeling happy at the time. As if the devils were haunting me once more, Mr. Officer returned to my home just as I was about to leave. He rang the intercom, and we spoke through it. He asked me to open up, and for a moment I thought that perhaps he was coming to arrest me because I was a party to a crime that was covered up, making us both equally guilty. However, I later reasoned that if that were the case, he wouldn't be so reluctant to approach me. I therefore stuck with my initial assumption that he was simply one horny man seeking to be laid by a girl twice as young as him when he started with his "snitching to my aunt" lies.

I responded, "I don't give a nonsense," and ordered him to do as he pleased. By this point, I had become accustomed to city speech, and at least I knew how to confront bullies. He appeared perplexed as I left the yard wearing attractive jeans and heels that I could walk in. Yep, I talked the talk as well as I walked the walk. I got into a cab, and yes, I didn't say shit to him. Instead, he stood there stumbling as he watched me leave. Tusu was extremely kind to me when I came to the mall, and I think I fell for his charms since he was so slick. He told me a few things about the university, including how lecturers occasionally don't show up for classes. As 80% of a student's understanding of any subject is based on the student's own self-study of the subject, the lecturer is only there to guide you and help you understand where you don't understand, he emphasized that this should never be an excuse not to pay attention to the textbooks and class notes. I was overjoyed because I was finally able to talk to someone about the school, which is the main reason I am in Windhoek and why I am here to study. As if things could only get better from here Tusu is a final-year law student at Unam, and he told me that after earning his bachelor's degree, he planned to pursue his master's in law in South Africa. He also volunteered to help me if I needed it with my coursework; how lovely is that? We had such a good time spending the entire day at the mall that it made me delighted to hear that. We also appeared to be dating.

I kept leaning toward him as he took me to see a horror film, but he genuinely treated me with respect and dignity something I had never had from a man before. He wasn't aware that by making my day better, he was unwittingly aiding in the forgetting of my unpleasant city experiences. After our night at the mall, we got into a cab together, and he asked if he could make sure I got home safely. I said yes, and when I got off, he got off with me. He said he wanted to make sure I went inside the house without any mishaps. I really don't know what prompted me to say that, but I felt as though I wanted the sensation to last since I was having so much fun with him and I was having a great time with him. He was extremely nice and tender, and I told him he could come inside for a few minutes. As I was opening the gate, Mr. Officer's police patrol car drove by; I was so relieved that he noticed me with the new guy I was dating. As Tusu and I entered, I could see the jealous look on Mr. Officer's face as he parked right next to the playground, which was a short distance from my house. Hopefully, this will deter him from bothering me in the future. Having a Prince Charming who genuinely cared about me was finally coming true, and Mr. Officer was just being the envious jerk who was attempting to ruin my life at the time. He is the fool if he can deceive me just once, but I am the fool if I allow him to fool me twice.

We were watching The Notebook, a very romantic movie, as soon as Tusu and I entered the house. It was the first time I had seen it, and it was the most romantic movie I have ever seen. I made him a glass of juice, then turned on the TV. I guess he knew about it because he asked me not to skip the channel it was playing on. I believe the romanticism in the film truly melted my heart because before I knew it, Tusu and I were lip-locking. In his arms, I felt so safe. He was the first guy I really liked and I liked the way he caressed me; in fact, he was the first guy I kissed. His kisses were so warm and passionate. We were making out on the floor while walking to my room, and I knew that all I wanted was to feel him inside of me. It was a feeling I believed I needed to experience because it would actually just calm my body, mind, and spirit.

I was aware that I wasn't ready for this, primarily because I wasn't certain that I was ready to lose my virginity at the moment and that Tusu was the perfect partner for me was it desire or love? or both. I let my guard down, though, after Mr. Ladies Love Cool Tusu reassured me that I didn't need to be concerned and said that since I was a virgin, he would make the experience more enjoyable. He then pulled out a packet of condoms. I initially experienced some discomfort, but after a few tries, everything seemed to click into place. The intensity of the moment made me feel very close to Tusu, and I now understood why girls say you never forget you’re first. I didn't really care what would happen next at this point because all I wanted was to feel him, some love, and try to forget the drama.

This was my first time letting a guy touch me any way he pleased. I liked the person I was doing it with, and the more I felt him next to me, the more I wanted him. I pushed him closer to me, and I could tell he was genuinely trying to satisfy me. My body felt like it was being revived after the first time we met, but after a while, he just couldn't keep up, and I was ecstatic. Around 05:00 in the morning, my phone began to ring continuously. I didn't want to answer, but I couldn't help but be curious about who might be calling at this time; after all, not many people have my number, so it should be someone close to me. Tusu was still sleeping at the time, and he was dozing off like a baby who had just been fed as I smiled at his adorable face.

When I answered the phone, I was genuinely angry because Mr. Officer had phoned at the incorrect time and was interfering with what appeared to be my honeymoon. So I looked on my screen and saw that it was Mr. Officer calling. Tusu awoke when he heard me ranting on the phone, "What the heck do you want from me? " "I have a partner, can't you just leave me alone," and other expletives. Mr. Officer responded to me in a rather calm manner, and he used a calm voice. He said to me:

"If you are still with your teddy bear, you best advise him to hide from mother bear since your aunt is entering the house now. I just called her to let her know everything has been okay since she left.

I heard two women conversing outside after Mr. Officer had hung up, and I immediately recognized my aunt's voice and the sound of her keys as she unlocked the door.

The honeymoon ended instantly, and Tusu and I's clothes were still scattered over the room.

 

...and my stay in this home is as well. Heart-stopping.

 

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Chapter Ten

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

_______________________ CHAPTER TEN_________________________________

 

When I heard my aunt's voice, I was taken aback. I could just picture the expression on her face if she saw Tusu in my bed, and truthfully, at that moment, I couldn't care less what Tusu thought of me. I hurriedly told him to enter the closet silently. Putting on my pajamas, I returned to bed and seemed to be sleeping after hurriedly leaving the room to pick up the garments that were on the floor in the sitting room and bringing them to my room. When my aunt arrived at the house, she went straight to my room to wake me up. She complimented me on how clean the house was and asked me to collect her bags and other stuff from her friend's car. I didn't know the friend's name at the time, but they seemed to be quite close.

My aunt was keeping me up till five in the morning because she couldn't stand the thought of her discovering Tusu in my room, alone in my closet. At this point, I just didn't want my aunt or Tusu to think poorly of me. After I helped my aunt pack her bags, she told me to go back to sleep because she was exhausted from the long trip she had just taken and that we would catch up later when the sun came up. I was so relieved when she said that because I was so ready to lay down after all the fun and enjoyment I had earlier.

When I went to bed, I actually reflected on the good day I had without the girls, without my crazy cousin, and without any drama. I actually felt like I had made it without the need for my cousin to be around and tell me how to live my life and how to see things. There was just one more tiny issue, though: how do I get Tusu out of this house without my aunt noticing him? She would expel me from her home with him if she finds out I had a man in my room since she would assume he has been there all week even if he has only been there for a few hours. She had already warned me not to prostitute in this house not that I was a prostitute so I hardly slept as I waited for my aunt to fall asleep. However, she was having in-depth chats with a friend in her home office, and the darkness grew brighter as the dawn rose.

I waited until there was full silence in my aunt's bedroom when the sun rose before giving my mister the great escape, and that is when I eventually managed to sneak him out. My aunt's friend left as the sun rose, and my aunt then went to her bedroom. Tusu's vest was on my bed when I returned to the room, so I took it up and put it on to feel him get closer to me once more. I suddenly found myself thinking about Mr. Officer. He undoubtedly saved my life tonight because, had it not been for him, my aunt would have discovered Tusu and me naked in my bed.

However, this does not absolve Mr. Officer of his responsibility for forcing me to commit a terrible act just a week earlier. I was grateful that he alerted me because he owed it to me just as much. I was still asleep when my aunt arrived to wake me up at 12 o'clock on Sunday morning. She said, "Morara ovikwaiye nao muatje ove, okuna okutjiwa okutja oiri ongapi nai, kuna okumuna okutja eyuva rapiti? However, she didn't bother me too much because she begged me not to worry her because she would be in her office working with her staff and there wouldn't be any noise at all not even the water running in the bathroom.

I considered my cousin and friends; I haven't heard from any of them since we left way yesterday morning. I suppose this is for the best, considering what took on that Friday night at Cota Ma-Cups's home outside the city. Except for Ndjona-Top and Kenaa, who shared a home and had each other to lean on, we all needed some time alone apart from one another in order to regroup internally and maintain our focus. With my aunt nearby, I was, however, sure that I wouldn't be doing much going out until school started, so I was cool. Though I wasn't sure of Cota Ma-Cups' health, I knew that if he got up from that floor, he would come looking for us. The prospect of that made me fear for my life, but the idea of him being dead was far less terrifying. The Sunday afternoon was calm, giving me time to reflect on my life. Although I wasn't happy with how it had turned out in just a week, I had to adjust to life in the big city because failing to do so would mean my death. Fortunately, I had one more week before school started, giving me time to regain my composure and avoid getting sucked into the city's frenetic pace.

When Mr. Officer texted me to check on me and ask whether I was okay, I couldn't help but thank him in my response. I believe that helped him feel more at ease because he continued the conversation for a while before asking me to meet him by the playground. I didn't see a reason to decline his invitation, so I told my aunt I was leaving to get some airtime at the shop. I then went to meet Mr. Officer, who was wearing casual clothing and swinging himself on the playground swings, and I sat down next to him. After waiting all week for me to contact him to come over and never doing so, he informed me that his patience had run out and that he didn't like to be taken for a fool. He also reminded me that he had been very forgiving of me and that he could still help me in problems even after he had saved my life.

Wasn't he the same idiot who claimed he "considered our deal done" after I gave him the finger? OMG, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I then explained to him that the sole reason I had come here was to express my appreciation for having informed me when my aunt had returned home. He grabbed my hand and cautioned me, saying, "Imwi kamu haterwa mwakeyama, "omotjirongo tjo kakambe," that I could believe I'm smarter now that I'm hanging out with Ndjona-Top. This was the third time I had been told, "This is Windhoek," first by my aunt, then by my cousin, and now by Mr. Officer. I didn't understand what those words meant, but I was aware that whenever people in the Kaokoland made such remarks, they were referring to Windhoek as being a dangerous place to live.

I was puzzled as to how he knew my cousin was it perhaps because he used to visit her when she lived with my aunt, as he is now doing for me? I pondered. When Tusu left my house, I realized that I hadn't heard from him. At first, I considered phoning him, but I changed my mind and waited for him to call. Whenever that call came, I was prepared to wait. Even though Mr. Officer appeared to be giving up on me, my aunt was pleased with me and had no idea what I had been doing while she was away, my thoughts kept returning to Tusu. Dear Tusu, if he could just send me a text to let me know he is thinking of me, I would call him and confess my love for him.

After watching a couple of shows on DStv later that night, I went to NBC for the news at eight o'clock, and there it was: the top headline read, "ANGOLAN BUSINESSMAN VINTOLINHO PAULO MAKOPI FOUND DEAD IN HIS LUXURY HOME ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF WINDHOEK." It continued, "The police say that." My heart stopped twice today while I watched the news because I could not believe what I was hearing. There was no evidence of a robbery or a forced entry at the residence, and the police continued their investigations, so as the story developed, they began to assume that the murder might have been the result of a personal grudge. My heart was suddenly thumping more quickly than it ever had. Knowing that I had participated in the murder of Cota Ma-Cups made me feel guilty about myself; after all, it was because of me that it had happened in the first place. This sensation I had when I learned Cota Ma-Cups had died absolutely consumed and destroyed me within.

It all started with money, "ovimariva o devil," and I'm beginning to see why people say these things. How did I ever lose touch with all my conventional beliefs? OMG, I was raised with Christian morals, I thought. I was terrified that if the police learned about us, it would be the end of my life before I could even create one for myself, the death of my dreams, and the end of my aspirations to earn a law degree. I considered telling the police what exactly happened and that I was acting in self-defense because he was attempting to rape me, but what if they don't believe me? I've already destroyed all the evidence I had against him, and coming clean would only backfire and endanger the lives of the other girls. Plus, we made a pact to keep our secret. When I picked up the phone to call Ndjona-Top because I was unsure of what to do, she was already on the line. When I answered, she said, "Nguaendomuua listen, Cota Ma-Cups is dead, waṱu," and before I could tell her that I had just seen the news, she told me not to leave the house until she said it was safe to do so: "Turi mouzeu posiya oraere omundu ngunda atu hiya paha omwano”.

She underlined that I should stay inside, even though my aunt wanted to send me to the store. She told me that this was a serious situation and that I shouldn't leave the house. Aju is looking for all of us, Kenaa and I left our flat because he came there last night with a gun looking for us, but fortunately, twari twai out ko koutete with G7, our neighbor told us he was there with a gun in his hand, Aju mavere oviyoze, don't make a mistake ovandu mbo ovanaumba, my cousin told me just as I thought I was, in danger. I thought this was a bad movie or a bad dream that I just wanted to wake up from when I heard those last words she said before her shouting and her phone going off. What had previously been a gorgeous Sunday had now turned out to be a dreadful one, whether it was a lousy movie or a bad dream.

Is there ever a time when my guardian angels will triumph against the menacing dangers nearby? I pondered.

Although I didn't want to think the worst, I also wasn't holding out hope for the best when I tried to call my cousin again because her phone was still off.

"My Lord, what happened to my cousin?" I cried out.

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Chapter Eleven

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

_______________________ CHAPTER ELEVEN_________________________________

 

Although it's not like I always knew what to do, this time it wasn't my virginity or my house that was at stake; instead, it was my entire life and my aspirations to become a lawyer. I sighed in relief as my phone rang once again and it was Ndjona-Top. "Vemumbikura you scared the crap out of me how could you do that?" I said. She told me what had occurred, "It was Tjipaa, she gave me a scare when she approached me from behind, she touched me on my shoulder, I didn't realize it was her and so I shouted and dropped the phone," after I had cried out, thinking something had happened to her that was horrible.

My cousin said in a very worried tone, "Muramwandje mbatira tjiri everything is turning scary. She told me that Tjipaa's step-father (or should I say her lover) has a two-bedroom flat in Academia and that when Tjipaa heard the news about Cota Ma-Cups' death and how Aju was now hunting us down, she told Ndjona-Top and Kenaa to go there for safety. As a result, Tjipaa scared her when she showed up unexpectedly and without warning. My aunt was proud of me because I was always at home doing the housework and helping her out in the kitchen. After the fourth day of being at home, she told me she was pleased that I was being a good girl and an obedient child. When I hung up, all I could think about was this crisis; from Sunday to Thursday, I did not leave the house. Oh my God, I thought I didn't deserve these words from her, but that was only a part of me that was genuine, and she would only understand how badly I wanted to connect with her if she knew. Due to her assurance that Aju would never learn of the location, Tjipaa really permitted Ndjona-Topa and Kenaa to remain there for as long as they could till the storm passed. She claimed to have spoken to her stepfather about the situation.

 Four days later, Ndjona-Top called to inform me that she had not arrived at her boss's office; it was already Thursday; and that she had informed him that she was very ill and unable to work. "Otjirumendu tjari otjeya ko flat yandje makuzu hihungire okutja mbairepi’’ "He's going to fire me just because he didn't find me there matja makuzu," my cousin said over the phone as we spoke. I asked her why the man wanted to see her so badly, and she simply replied, "He likes to work late with me, mukwetu." I had no idea what she had meant, but I did know that my cousin was extremely afraid of Aju if he were to prevent her from taking over the world, which was so unlike her while we were all afraid, Maka had never been afraid. She has no fear of anything or anyone.

 I recall how she bravely fought Mr. Brown Jersey to free me on the day I was drugged. Even though I was thinking a lot, I tried not to let it show since I didn't want my aunt to get suspicious or think anything because if she had asked me what was upsetting me, I would have told her everything. My aunt and I had developed a close bond by this point, and I didn't want her to learn about the nonsense I was going through or doing since she would undoubtedly feel betrayed.

To make matters worse, I hadn't heard from Tusu since he deflowered me, and it was already Thursday. However, at the time, he was the least of my concerns because I had someone's blood on my hands and a man searching for us who was eager to exact revenge on us for the death of his friend and comrade. Thursday evening saw the visit of my aunt's friend Vekaa, whom we will refer to as Aunty Vekaa now that I know her name. She had a really calm demeanour.  I overheard them talking about the passing of Cota Ma-Cups while they were in my aunt's office. I suppose he was a well-known businessman, so Aunty Vekaa said something that caught my attention. I know I shouldn't have been listening in, but I couldn't help it. She said, Mezuu mu Salas okutja Cota Ma-Cups wari pOkambushu-Kovahimba pamwe nepanga re Aju noukazona oungi nu okuzambo waire pamwe noukauzana oungi posiya, nobody heard from him ever since but he says the girls also later left.

The police questioned Aju at his home on Sunday morning after they discovered him there on Saturday morning. "Aju told the police that Cota Ma-Cups left him near Kambashu-Kovahimba on Friday, and it was the last time he saw Antonio," said Aunty Vekaa. So I began to wonder who Salas was that had so much insider police information and was telling Aunty Vakaa everything. Talk about police investigation confidentially. When he claimed that my aunt was a friend of his sister, I realized that it was Mr. Officer alone. As a result, Aunty Vakaa must be Mr. Officer's sister, which explains why she is so knowledgeable about this matter. When I overheard her talking, I was most concerned about the possibility that we would be the ones being questioned next if it turned out that we were the ones hanging out with Cota Ma-Cups that evening.

I was also confident that I would be the main suspect if it turned out that he left with me. How was I going to explain to the police that Cota Ma-Cups was killed because he was attempting to rape me, and a woman I only know by the name of Natacha was the one who hit him with a bottle, killing him, all in the name of self-defense, to save me, but we had already destroyed all the evidence, which was a crime in and of itself? When I was 18 years old, I never expected or dreamed of anything like this occurring in my life. All I ever wanted was to come to school and work hard until I graduated. On that Thursday night as I was drifting off to sleep, I received a call from an unknown number. When I answered, all I could hear was heavy breathing. I inquired as to who it was, but the heavy breathing persisted. When I hung up, the phone started ringing again from an unknown number, and whenever I picked it up, I could hear heavy breathing once more.

I was perplexed. I was unaware of what was happening until Ndjona-Top called and warned me to turn off my phone because she believed it was Aju who had been calling people and was breathing heavily while speaking to them. She was concerned that he might do the same to me, but I suppose the warning came a little too late. I felt I had to take action regarding the current situation my cousin, our friends, and I were in because, if I didn't, my life would end the following morning, a Friday morning, when my aunt departed for work. I didn't want to be cooped up at home since school started on Monday. Every time I considered what I needed to do, Mr. Officer (Salas aka Mr. Mbaa) kept popping into my head. The only remaining query is how he intended to assist my pals and me.

 Then, I decided that I had to see Ndjona-Top right away and discuss Mr. Officer with her. As soon as I arrived at the apartment in Academia where Ndjona-Topa and Kenaa were hiding away, I told them about what I had learned from Aunty Vekaa and how we might be the subject of the next investigation. Ndjona-Top then questioned me about what I had in mind to discuss with them regarding Salas. I told them my strategy since I knew my cousin was a girl who enjoyed hearing, saying, and doing things that were spot on. As the girls listened intently, I described how he had blackmailed me and how I had to give him the boot from the house to avoid being expelled by my aunt. I told them that he wanted to sleep with me desperately and that I thought I could use that to our advantage. I was willing to give him what he wanted in exchange for saving us just as the police were closing in on us because I had a terrible feeling that they would find us soon. If I had to do whatever it took to save us, I would.

I didn't have a specific plan, but Ndjona-top suggested that we set up Aju with the murder of his friend after reflecting on what I said. I know you will judge me because you know I'm an innocent girl just trying to follow her dream, but I had to act to keep the dream alive, and just like before, desperate times call for desperate measures. Even if I was prepared to do something extremely foolish that would land me in jail, if I did nothing, I would have ended up there nonetheless. Ndjona-Top believed that we needed to get rid of Aju since he was the immediate threat at the time, while Kenaa thought it was a nice concept but that it wasn't a guarantee that the strategy would work. I questioned her about Aju because I was curious, and she and Kenaa said that the Angolan men did not operate entirely legitimate businesses. They were heavily involved in the business of selling drugs and shipping drugs, particularly cocaine from as far away as Brazil, in addition to operating the clubs and restaurants they owned. In actuality, Aju's frequent usage of drugs caused Kenaa to end their relationship when they were dating.

When Ndjona-Top questioned Kenaa if she knew where Aju stored his narcotics, she replied that he kept them in the basement of his Olympia home. Kenaa had visited Aju's house a few times when they were hooking up. Kenaa was at Aju's house a few times when they used to hook up, so Ndjona-Top questioned her about where he kept his narcotics. She replied that he kept them in the basement of his home in Olympia. The unpleasant recollections of her abuse at the hands of her former lover put Kenaa in an emotional state, and she was determined to bring Aju down. Ndjona-Top then asked me to comfort Mr. Officer in order to obtain a search warrant to search Aju's home in order to catch him with the drugs, but someone had to make sure that there were drugs in the home. We were playing a dangerous game and putting our lives at risk. Up until this point, all of this had been only hypothetical.

What will happen after that? Was the question looming in our minds?

 

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Chapter Twelve

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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While we were planning our master plan, I was reminded of a show I and Ndjona-Top watched on her laptop while my aunt was traveling in Brazil, "Pretty Little Liars." So, how did I get involved with this? We had an issue with Aju, and they had a problem with "A," the only difference being that theirs is called acting, and this is reality. Tjipaa eventually walked in and asked us what was going on because all of our expressions were tight, she asked Kenaa why she was sobbing, and the reason Kenaa was crying was that she had made up her mind to go to Aju's house and she didn't want Tjipaa to know about it, but we had to let her know. One thing about Kenaa and Tjipaa is that they are so close, they are like sisters. When we told Tjipaa about the plan she told us that it was the craziest thing she ever heard, Tjipaa was the only girl who was more self-composed among us so her opinion really mattered, "These guys can be dangerous and I never understood why you got involved with them in the first place, ouzeu weṋu, mwa itavera ovandu ovanaumba,"  she was referring to Ondjona-Top and Kenaa who used to date the two fellas, "Kenaa doesn't act tjimuna wazembi rukuru, you know what Aju used to do to you so I don't need to remind you what he is capable of," she fumed, she went on trying to warn us about the danger of trying to set up Aju and telling us that we can let things take their course, even if it meant going to jail, "Guys, only the truth will set us free, you don't have to do this," she said.

At the moment I also thought that Angie was making a lot of sense, I mean I never thought we could go to jail but at the same time I feared that we could go to jail, it is all a matter of what you can prove and not what you know because we know we are innocent but can we prove it? A million questions ran through my mind and one little part of me gave me a bad feeling about this. I wanted to tell them that I agreed with Angie but it seemed Maria had already made her decision, "Tjipaa ngeroo please just support us we are all in this together, once Nguaendomuua gets Mr. Officer to agree to get a warrant against Aju I will prepare to go see him ascertain that the drugs are in the house, it will be much easier to be sure that he still has those drugs in his house, life will be much easier when he is goneTjipaa" said Kenaa. Tjipaa still couldn't agree and as she heard Kenaa risk putting her life in danger she somehow got emotional and started to cry, "And what if there are no drugs there, you will have nothing against him, and once again you will be at his mercy, hapo ngandu rune tji mokarere ouzeu wa Aju," asked Tjipaa as she sobbed.

Kenaa explained to Tjipaa how she required her support, "I need you to support what I'm about to do now Tjipaa, and believe that everything will be alright, it is for the best, for all of us, and I'm the only one who can do this," Kenaa said. Tjipaa hugged her tight, showing Kenaa some sisterly love, and then Ndjona-Top hugged me tight and told me that she wasn't happy that I wanted to do this, "If it was up to me Nguaendomuua, I wish I was in good terms with Mbaa but there is a long history between us, it just won't work because he already doesn't trust me," she said. We had a collective hug at this point. I and Kenaa had offered to do this so that Kenaa could carry out the second half of the plan while I carried out mine satisfactorily. We were in hot water, so we stepped in barefoot, hoping to come away with no scars or burns. Ndjona-Top urged me to wear a very tight short skirt before I left the flat," Men don't think straight when they have evil on their mind, if you do it well it will make him think with his business while you hold the advantage, tell him you would have more for him," she added.

So I left the girls and met Mr. Officer at a guest house in Windhoek West, and it took him no more than 30 minutes to get there. Taking NdjonaTop's advice, I had to pay for a room in order to get through to him, and I had to make it appear legit, and the plan was to seduce him into helping us take down Aju. Anyone who didn't know what was going on would have assumed I was a prostitute since I appeared so sexy and enticing to Mr. Officer, and he couldn't believe his eyes when he entered the room and saw me lying on that bed in an extremely alluring mini. I invited him to sit next to me and told him I wanted to thank him for alerting me the day my aunt almost caught me with Tusu in my room, so I began to touch him with my hand moving down down his pants and got him very horny, well I wasn't planning on having an evil thing with him and the reason why I chose this place is that there are also people in other rooms and of course the employees of the guest house, so if he attempted to force himself on me. "My friend knows about the drugs," I told him, "and he threatened to hurt her if she said anything to anyone, especially the police, but now she is trapped there with him, you will find all the drugs in there, this guy is very dangerous and you will have to act quickly please I beg you, it's a matter of life and death," I said. When I saw him nod his head as I gave him this whole narrative, I knew he clearly bought it, so I told him I'd make it up to him. I knew this was a desperate move, but it was the final alternative to regaining our freedom, and at one point I couldn't believe it.

I fled as quickly as I could before he requested anything, such as fucking him before he helped us, and proceeded to inform the girls that he had fallen for it. NdjonaTop was obviously concerned about me and asked whether I was okay, so I told her not to worry since I would only be okay till this ended. We waited for almost two hours before Mr. Officer returned my call. He claimed he and a senior detective had received the order and were going to raid Aju's house, but he warned me that if this was false information, I would be in great trouble. When did he state that I was a little concerned because I remembered what Tjipaa said: what if there were no drugs there, and how would we be able to link Aju to Cota MaCups' death? Regardless, the warrant was all we needed, and Kenaa was positive Aju kept drugs in his basement, so it was up to her to deliver the knockout blow. We feared for her because Kenaa was about to enter a game of death; her assignment was the most difficult, and there were only two options: come out dead or alive. We didn't want her to go there after a while, and we even tried to stop her because we knew the risk; she backed out immediately, but she changed her mind and insisted that this had to be done.

She demanded that we continue what we started, "We can never full safely knowing that we are being hunted by a guy capable of murdering, we have to take the hunt to him," Kenaa remarked, reminding us that it was only a matter of time before we were questioned by the police. She demanded that we continue what we started, "We can never full safely knowing that we are being hunted by a guy capable of murdering, we have to take the hunt to him," Kenaa remarked, reminding us that it was only a matter of time before we were questioned by the police. Kenaa called Aju and requested if she could meet him at his house; Aju was overjoyed and accepted the offer without hesitation. Tjipaa and NdjonaTop went to drop her off at Aju's place, but they parked a few blocks away. After 45 minutes, Kenaa texted me that the drugs were in the basement, packaged in 5kg baking flour bags. I forwarded this text to Mr. Officer, who gave me an unknown number as an anonymous tip-off.

I went home before my aunt arrived and waited to hear from the girls; they took so long to respond that I fell asleep for about two hours; when I woke up, my aunt was still not home and I hadn't heard from the girls; I then grabbed a lemonade from the fridge and sat in the sitting room worried as sick. I chose to contact NdjonaTop's number, but it was disconnected, and when I dialled Tjipaa's number, it was also disconnected; I was now lost in the dark, and hell was hot.

Did the strategy fail? Is she all right? All sorts of troubling questions were suddenly racing through my mind. I was watching TV and, as usual, I checked the NBC channel; they were reading the news and, to my astonishment, they were covering the raid on Aju's residence. They said that the police discovered 100 kgs of cocaine worth N$100 million in Aju's house, but only one individual was arrested as a suspect: the house's owner, Angolan billionaire Aju Tjamu. The police reported that they received a tip from a member of the public and that the death of Angolan businessman MaCups Antonio is linked to drugs because it is reported that the two businessmen had a feud over who would control the drug business, which brought in the vast majority of their illegitimate wealth. They were said to have laundered their unlawful drug revenues through their clubs and restaurants in Windhoek and Angola.

All of this news absolutely brightened my night; I was relieved that my plan had worked out so well, and I no longer had to worry about Roberto haunting us or afraid that we would be jailed for MaCups Antonio's death. I could differentiate right from wrong, but what happened to these two men was something they deserved; they got what was coming to them. As much as I was pleased with the news on NBC, that elation was not to last long, as the reporter mentioned: "A young woman was discovered dead in the house, a bullet wound in her chest; the police labelled the crime a "passion killing," citing claims that the victim was the suspect's lover. Aju Tjamu has also been arrested in connection with the young woman's murder. Her identity could not be released at this time since her next of kin had not yet been notified. And that brings us to the end of our bulletin; sports news will come up next..."

My heart was shattered into a million pieces, and I cried so hard that tears flowed from my heart.

I knew...

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Chapter Thirteen

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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When my aunt arrived home on Friday night, she saw me lying in bed with my eyes swollen beyond belief. Not even when my grandmother passed away five years ago have I ever sobbed or mourned someone's death? I was so young at the time that I couldn't even recall if any of my crewmates had perished when my father passed away. When my aunt questioned me about what was wrong, I didn't make up any pathetic reasons or lie; instead, I informed her that I was grieving the loss of a friend. Life may be really difficult at times, she remarked while handing me Kleenex. "You have to be strong it's the only way to get through this, after all, you can do nothing about it now but stay strong," she continued. She questioned me, "Ouṋe ngwaṱu hapo?," and I said, "It's Kenaa, my friend and Vemuu's friend." The fact that my cousin's and Tjipaa's phones were off made me wonder if they had also gotten caught up in the raid or what. I was unsure whether Kenaa had actually been shot, but I had a dreadful feeling and my instinct told me she was gone. I questioned. Only if my aunt had known what we were getting into, could we have prevented all that happened. We warned Kenaa that something might go wrong and that she was taking a risk, but we didn't make her change her mind once she had already made up her mind. I would not be in trouble now if I had never taken MaCups's money. I went into the bathroom to wash my face and as I looked at the girl in the mirror, I saw a girl whose life was dwindling with mishaps, twists, and turns and losing focus of my dream. How could an innocent girl like me have a troubled life? I didn't care about Cota MaCups dying since he tried to rape me, but his passing caused me to reflect on why people around me are dying.

I tried to hang onto the dream that had brought me to the city, but the reality there was getting to be too much for me to stomach. I wiped all night and had yet another sleepless night. There were still two days till school started, and I wanted to be prepared. However, I experienced a challenging beginning, as my life once more began to blur together under the influence of an unsettling outlook on the future. If necessary, I was ready to adapt. While I am aware that I had not known Kenaa for a very long time, for some reason I felt as though I had. She was close to me, and I recall many wonderful times we shared. I just couldn't believe she was gone for good.

You are aware of the proverb "The virtuous die young," I remember Kenaa telling me once that sometimes you just have to live your life the way you want to and not care what anyone else says because when it's time to die you will die alone. Despite her crazy lifestyle, Kenaa was the Ozondjo-zo-Top who had the most "humane" and caring heart. She wanted to save lives and was all about living her life and helping others. I wished that I could have told her how much she had taught me about the importance of life. "How we get to say good things about people when they die, tjiri nu," I thought. This caused me to think very hard about my current situation; my life is much more valuable than the hectic city lifestyle.

After crying nonstop throughout Friday night, Ndjona-top called me on Saturday morning. Her voice was very sorrowful, and she just couldn't stop weeping. She tried to explain what had occurred, but I just told her what I had seen on the television. I went to Tjipaa's house to be with my friends because I knew I couldn't handle mourning alone and that Tjipaa was the one who needed support the most at the time. We were seated in Tjipaa's room when NdjonaTop and Tjipaa scattered some of Kenaa's photos from their book on the bed. All of the photos were of the joyful times they had spent together. Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top appeared to be up the entire night, and I was too, but how could they when they had just lost a dear friend? Tjipaa remarked, "She was so young, gorgeous, and full of life, and she had her entire future ahead of her." She cried out, "I shouldn't have let her leave." Then Ndjona-Top told me what happened while they were waiting for Kenaa, When the police came on the scene, she claimed, "we heard a gunshot as we were waiting for her in the car." When the ambulance arrived, we witnessed them transferring a body in a body bag into a police car.

 At that point, my cousin stated, "I knew it was her. We all had a feeling that something horrible had happened but there was nothing we could do. Since Kenaa's sister was the only family she had in Windhoek, we were supposed to go pay our respects at her home in Okatutura. Later that day, Tjipaa's mother took us there. Before we arrived, Ndjona-Top told me how her sister had once chased her out of the house. The siblings weren't friendly at the time of Kenaa's untimely death; Ndjona-Top recalls how Kenaa's sister once visited their Pioneers Park apartment with Kenaa's bags and her clothes hanging out and warned her not to return home because she always went out and stayed out all weekend, saying something to the effect of "warira omuryange waTjomuise tjinene." After that, Kenaa began seeing wealthy men, and it's safe to infer that she did so in order to survive. She then moved in with Ndjona-Top and, regrettably, ended up dating Aju, the man who has now taken her priceless life.

When we arrived at Kenaa's sister's residence in Okatutura, we discovered her seated in the living room with her friends and her three children, who were all crying and holding some of Kenaa's baby pictures. She then began to blame herself for the death of her younger sister and wept as she said this "She was young and was just being a teenager living her life; I was supposed to protect her from the evils of this world. If I hadn't thrown her out of the house, perhaps she would still be alive. Oh my God, how am I going to explain this to my mother, Okangero Kamama, Mukuru Wandje, "She started crying uncontrollably. The mother of Tjipaa then took a seat next to her and cradled her close. Many things started to make sense, including the fact that Tjipaa's mother is actually Tjipaa's sister's friend. Tjipaa's mother used to live in the same Okatutura street as Kenaa's sister when she was poor before she married Papa-Kas, and she was very comforting to Kenaa's sister. I now realize that this is the main reason Tjipaa and Kenaa were so close. Tjipaa's mother promised to help her old friend with funeral arrangements and tried her best to calm her down "Mukaangombe-Ondaura She was also like my daughter and was Tjipaa's sister.

I'm so sorry for your loss; I know that things were not good between the two of you. However, you shouldn't feel sorry for yourself because her passing was a shock and a loss to all of us. We are all really disappointed by "Motjiherero kuza omuatje owo vandu ave," "I now understand why Tjipaa's mother was so kind to us; she undoubtedly cares about the people near to her because she came from humble beginnings, stated Tjipaa's mother. As the adage goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed. Tjipaa's mother informed Kenaa's sister that she would pay for transportation to bring the casket to the Kunene region where Kenaa was going to be buried and assist with funeral arrangements. After expressing our condolences for our friend's passing, we went to Kenaa's old room. For an hour, we sat there and reminisced about some of the good times we had. Although I had few positive memories of Kenaa, my friends had many, and this gave me the impression that I had known her for a sufficient amount of time. We also celebrated her life, which was so full of promise and happiness; I will never forget her lovely face. The struggles they faced caused them to become close, and as true sisters, "The Ozondjo-ozo-Top" watched out for one another. The girls kept secrets between themselves and vowed to keep them until death, which was kind of dangerous especially since some of those secrets were very serious, but it is for that reason that they bonded so strongly because they knew they could trust each other. You will hardly find that these days because nowadays girls would even fight over a guy and break up their friendship, but for the Ozondjona-ozo-Top, they were always there for each other.

Though it is tragic that her part of the story passed away with her, Kenaa most definitely kept her promise to keep Cota MaCup's death a secret. Despite passing away, she managed to pull Aju down with her. The drama that has been going on has exposed me to many secrets, the perils and societal ills that we frequently read about in the headlines back home, the party scene in Windhoek, and men who didn't like me for who I was but rather for how I moved, spoke, and appeared.

But the drama also helped me learn the importance of loyalty. The Divas were so devoted to one another that they did not take their sisterhood for granted. I swore my allegiance; although this was not the life I had envisioned for myself, I was now a part of it. This life chose me, not the other way around. I wanted to keep my feelings to myself and ignore the party scene, the money, and the secrets, but after this turn of events I was unable to turn away from my cousin and Tjipaa.

It's either you adopt or you die, therefore I did it because life goes on.

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Chapter Fourteen

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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We tried not to be overly sad but to cherish the memories we had with Kenaa. On Saturday, we talked about her for the majority of the day. On Sunday, I spent the day at home and contemplated many things, but my education was the thing that kept coming to mind the most. I knew it would not be simple, but I had to get myself together and prepare for my first day of school. Now that I am formally enrolled at UNAM, I tried to recapture the enthusiasm I felt three weeks prior when I was a young woman traveling by Mai’s Quantum known (oumbesi waPuwo) to Windhoek to pursue her Bachelor of Laws. When I looked at my schedule, my first class was scheduled to begin at 10:30.

 However, how could I avoid her? I got ready at exactly 08:00 as she requested, and by 08:30, I was on the campus grounds. My aunt had woken me up at precisely 06:00 and told me to be ready by 08:00 as she wanted to go drop me off at school on my first day. On my first day of classes at Unam, I went to sit in the cafeteria by myself while I waited for Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top to arrive. As I was there, I noticed that many men (including some younger men) were actually glancing at me. I wasn't surprised by this, though, as I now knew that I was a beauty and that the key to handling men who want to screw me is to remain cool and collected.

I was seated next to a young man who offered to buy me coffee, which I gratefully accepted. Given that it was our first meeting, we talked for a bit while he shared a few details about himself with me. He was a young, educated, gorgeous man who revealed that he is a lecturer and that this is his first year of teaching. The young man kindly stood up and said farewell, "It was a pleasure talking to you Nguaendomuua, and I hope to see you again soon." It was a very brief conversation since Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top arrived just as we were busy getting to know each other.

 I just gazed at him as he walked out of the cafeteria and murmured, "You take care of that beautiful grin now. How frequently do you see a young, black, attractive, and intelligent guy? Something about this guy stood out. Tjipaa questioned me as Ndjona-Top and Tjipaa sat down next to me, "Mmmh he looks like he wanted more than just to buy you coffee, can't you tell when a guy likes you or what? " I simply replied, "A guy who offered to buy me coffee," and that was it. I explained, "Oh, I just thought he was being kind to me. Ndjona-Top, however, was having a rough day because earlier in the morning she received a call from her boss telling her not to come to work any longer because she had allegedly been "fired".

CotaMa-Cups was dead, as you recall, he was the man who lavished money on her, and now to add to her misery she had no job and that meant no salary for her as well. Forget the fact that we were sitting in the cafeteria having coffee and there were people not so far behind us, she started losing it, "That old man is just stupid," she said. I'll see him after school because he can't simply throw me away like that. Matu kutwa kumwe tjiri, she said, "He can't just use me like toilet paper and flush me down the drain when he's done using me.

That was Ndjona-"never Top's say die" attitude for you, I guess. But I now began to wonder if she was referring to other unethical favours when she used to talk to me about her profession and how occasionally she would do me a favour. If that were the case, I wasn't surprised because it is probably how she ended up working as the CEO of one of Namibia's best firms' personal assistants. I was with him in his office, and he just fired me.

We had finished breakfast, and it was time for class. I was anxious for my first lecture, but when you are well-liked on campus, people will hear and know about every little thing that happens in your home, sometimes down to the last detail happening in your bathroom. I wasn't referring to myself; I was referring to the ozondjona-ozotops, but many people respected me because I was a member of the group. The girls were popular on campus, not to mention that they were among the most attractive women on campus, and I was one of them when we briefly hung out in between classes and saw how everyone was watching us. Several people came to express their condolences for our loss, and Tjipaa and Ndjona-Top couldn't stop receiving them. Even individuals who didn't know me directly hugged me; since word on campus spreads like wildfire, I became the new Ndjona-Tops.

Academically speaking, my first day of classes went well; the lecturers and I were both well-prepared. I was having so much fun in class that, even when I saw Tusu's face on the SRC placard poster hanging in the hallways, it was as if I had forgotten about him; I simply didn't let the stress in my life keep me from focusing on my studies. It was the fine young man I had coffee with in the cafeteria this morning standing on the podium, just about to introduce himself. "I welcome you all to the class of Introduction to Law, I will be your lecturer for the year, and my name is Tuku Tjamahuue," he said as he introduced himself. "After a brief chill with the girls, I was heading for my last class. When I entered the classroom, I couldn't believe my eyes.

It felt unpleasant when he noticed me as I entered the room because I wasn't anticipating that, much less that he would be my lecturer. I prayed the time would pass quickly and that he would finish his talk because it was awkward that he couldn't take his eyes off me. Immediately after he finished, I was unable to get away from him; before I could, he called and asked me to stay for a while. "Just because I am your lecturer does not change the fact that I and you had a wonderful and sweet conversation this morning and as you know, I didn't know you were going to be in my class, so I still intend to have coffee with you and ask you out if you would go out with me," he said. Wow, Tuku. I liked him in the cafeteria, but I wasn't sure how much longer I would like him in class, so I said I would think about it.

The only issue I had with him was that back at my school in the village, when we heard of students dating school teachers, it was a very serious offense; it resulted in the teacher being suspended or expelled, and the learner was seen as an outcast. I was amused and intrigued by his humor, and he displayed a mysterious and fascinating quality. The focus was on "hands-off learners" today. This situation was a bit different; we had open conversations, I loved him, and since it was still university, I had a few wicked thoughts. He gave me a pretty tight hug as soon as our chat ended, and I left.

I went to visit my cousin, and that afternoon Tjipaa and I went with her to her former boss's office to confront him. It was her idea to have a backup in case things didn't go according to plan, so we stormed into his office (actually, she stormed in and we just stepped in behind her). I could see the expression on that man's face; it appeared as though he had just seen a ghost, and that ghost was Ndjona-Top, who is both a wildcard and a character. "I just want to let you know that you cannot just decide to get rid of me like that. You cannot just write me off like that like some old scrapped car, or use me like I'm toilet paper. After all the times that I have been fucking you right in this very office you want to dismiss me? Vemuu; kohungire owatjiri, Vemuu is Ndjona-Top.

My cousin said, "I want you to send N$100,000 to my account right away, or I'll tell your wife everything about us," and she sat down on his desk. The man appeared shocked, perhaps wondering what kind of girl he got himself engaged with. He attempted to counterattack by saying Ndjona-Top lacked evidence to support her claims. Do you realize the kind of harm I can do you, muatje oove movere oviyoze? Are you threatening me or something? He yelled, "Now leave my office, you little slut, before I ask security to come and eject you. Ndjona-Top removed a flash from her bag and placed it in his laptop. She then started playing a video, but because Tjipaa and I were positioned across from his desk, we were unable to see what was being played. However, because we could hear two people speaking and other sounds, we assumed she was playing a pornographic clip.

 Mr. Tjambi, the man, began yelling and threatening Ndjona-Top, daring her not to even consider saying a word to his wife. At this time, his wife had just entered his office and heard the noises coming from there. "What's going on in here?," she yelled angrily as she saw Ndjona-Top sitting on her husband's desk. No worries, dear, this girl here has just been fired and she is not taking the news well. Clearly, she does not understand what competence means, Mr. Tjambi retorted. Tjipaa and I exchanged shocked glances at this point, but it came as no surprise to me at all because, by this point, I was well aware of my cousin's abilities.

 We watched as the drama queen put her skills to the test. Ndjona-Top prompted the man to consider the work they were carrying out, saying, "It is all on the USB and if you don't mind I will just leak it on the net, I understand I don't work here anymore but I will be waiting for my payment, consider it an early retirement package for me," before grinning at him. Since Ndjona-Top did not take any chances that she was present, the wife could probably not understand Ndjona-Top attitude, and I could tell Mr. Tjambi had a lot of explaining to do, I watched as the man staggered in his chair and his wife looked at us like we were girls without any respect. My cousin made her point very clear.

We left in Tjipaa's BMW but were intrigued as to what was on the memory stick; Ndjona-Top only clarified that it was a brief film that she and the elderly man had made while working late. Tjipaa then asked her what she meant "Did you not videotape yourself doing a silly move with that man in his office? Hooo!" You won't believe the things I am capable of, my buddy, I knew this day was coming so I had to find something to negotiate with, every female wants security, you know, men are dogs. It will only be a matter of time before he calls, she continued.

N$100 million. Heee, "okakambe," that was Ndjona-Top for you.

The End.

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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FROM THE MOUNTAIN TO THE CITY LIGHTS

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