CHAPTER ELEVEN A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

 

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

From the Mountain to the City Lights

This time, it was not about my virginity.

It was not about losing my place to stay.

This time…

It was about my life.

My future.

My dream of becoming a lawyer.

My phone rang again.

My heart jumped.

When I saw the name, I breathed out in relief.

It was Ndjona-Top.

“Vemumbikura! You scared me!” I shouted. “How could you do that to me?”

She laughed nervously.

“It was Tjipaa,” she said. “She came from behind and touched my shoulder. I didn’t know it was her, so I screamed and dropped the phone.”

I had already imagined the worst.

That something terrible had happened.

Then her voice changed.

It became serious.

“Muramwandje mbatira tjiri…”

(My cousin, I am really afraid.)

For the first time…

Ndjona-Top sounded scared.

She explained everything.

Tjipaa had taken them to a two-bedroom flat in Academia.

It belonged to her stepfather… or maybe her lover.

That is where they were hiding.

Because of Aju.

Because of what happened.

Because of Cota Ma-Cups.

When Tjipaa arrived unexpectedly, Ndjona-Top thought something had happened.

That was why she screamed.

But even after that…

Her fear did not go away.

Back at home, my aunt was happy with me.

She saw me as a good girl.

A quiet girl.

An obedient girl.

For four days, I did not leave the house.

I cooked.

I cleaned.

I stayed inside.

“You are a good child,” my aunt told me one day.

Those words cut deep.

Because she did not know the truth.

If she knew everything…

Would she still say that?

Inside me, I felt guilty.

But outside…

I smiled.

From Sunday to Thursday, I lived like that.

Quiet.

Careful.

Watching.

Waiting.

Then, on Thursday, Ndjona-Top called again.

“I didn’t go to work,” she said. “I told them I am sick.”

Her voice was worried.

“Otjirumendu tjari otjeya ko flat yandje…”

(That man came to my flat asking about me.)

“He said I must tell him where I was.”

She was afraid.

I asked her why her boss wanted to see her so badly.

She laughed softly.

“He likes to work late with me, mukwetu.”

(My dear.)

I did not ask more.

But I understood.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Ndjona-Top…

The girl who feared nothing…

Was now afraid.

That was when I knew…

This situation was serious.

That evening, my aunt’s friend came to visit.

Her name was Vekaa.

Aunty Vekaa.

She was calm.

Quiet.

But what she said…

Changed everything.

They were talking in my aunt’s office.

I was not supposed to listen.

But I could not stop myself.

“Mezuu mu Salas okutja…” she said.

(I heard from Salas that…)

She explained that Cota Ma-Cups had been seen at Okambashu-Kovahimba with many girls.

With Aju.

That was the last place he was seen.

Then she said something else.

“The police questioned Aju.”

“He told them he last saw Ma-Cups on Friday.”

My body went cold.

The police were already asking questions.

Who was Salas?

How did he know all this?

Then it hit me.

Mr. Officer.

Mr. Mbaa.

Salas.

And suddenly…

Everything made sense.

Aunty Vekaa…

Was his sister.

That meant one thing.

The police were closer than we thought.

And if they followed the trail…

They would find us.

My mind started racing.

What would I say?

How would I explain?

That a man tried to rape me…

That another woman hit him to save me…

That we cleaned everything…

That we ran away…

Who would believe me?

I was only 18.

All I wanted…

Was to study.

To become a lawyer.

To make my mother proud.

Now…

I was part of something dark.

Something dangerous.

That night, as I was about to sleep, my phone rang.

Unknown number.

I answered.

Silence.

Then…

Heavy breathing.

“Hello?” I asked.

No answer.

Just breathing.

I hung up.

The phone rang again.

Same number.

Same breathing.

Fear entered my body.

Then Ndjona-Top called.

“Switch off your phone!” she said quickly.

“It might be Aju.”

“He is calling people… just breathing.”

But it was too late.

He had already called me.

That night…

I could not sleep.

I knew something had to be done.

If we did nothing…

We would be caught.

Or worse.

Friday morning was coming.

My aunt would go to work.

And I would be alone.

Then one name came to my mind.

Mr. Officer.

Salas.

He could help us.

Or destroy us.

There was no in-between.

I decided to go see Ndjona-Top.

We had to talk.

When I arrived at the flat in Academia, Kenaa was there too.

They looked tired.

Scared.

Different.

I told them everything.

About Aunty Vekaa.

About Salas.

About the police.

“We might be next,” I said.

Silence filled the room.

Then Ndjona-Top looked at me.

“So… what is your plan?”

I took a deep breath.

And I told them everything.

About Mr. Officer.

About the blackmail.

About what he wanted from me.

“I think I can use him,” I said quietly.

They looked at me.

Surprised.

“I can give him what he wants,” I continued, my voice shaking.

“If he helps us.”

It was a dangerous plan.

A painful plan.

But it was a plan.

Ndjona-Top smiled slowly.

“That can work,” she said.

Then she added something more.

Something darker.

“We must frame Aju.”

The room went silent.

Kenaa shook her head.

“It is risky,” she said. “Very risky.”

But she also had something to say.

Something important.

“Aju is not clean,” she said.

“He deals with drugs.”

“Cocaine. From Brazil.”

My heart beat faster.

She told us everything.

About his house in Olympia.

About the basement.

About where he hides the drugs.

Suddenly…

The plan became clearer.

If the police found drugs in his house…

He would be finished.

Ndjona-Top looked at me.

“You will handle Salas,” she said.

“Get him to search Aju’s house.”

Kenaa nodded.

“I can make sure the drugs are there.”

We were no longer just hiding.

We were planning.

Planning something dangerous.

Something that could save us…

Or destroy us completely.

We were playing with fire.

And we all knew it.

The question was no longer if something would happen.

The question was…

What will happen next?

The End of Chapter Eleven

Wait for Part Twelve as A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING continues…