CHAPTER NINE 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 NINE

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

From the Mountain to the City Lights

I did not look back.

I quickly left that room and went straight to Tjipaa’s bedroom.

My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears.

After a few minutes, maybe ten, Tjipaa came back. I pretended to be asleep on the mattress next to Ndjona-Top. Kenaa was already asleep on the bed.

I did not say a word.

Before the sun could rise, I got up and left.

I could not stay there any longer.

When I went to the dining room, everyone was already there for breakfast, Tjipaa, her mother, and her stepfather, Mundux, whom she called Papa Mundux.

Everything looked normal.

Too normal.

I kept my head down.

I avoided looking at him.

But even without raising my eyes, I could feel him looking at me.

That look made my skin crawl.

He picked up an apple and a cup of tea, then left.

No one said anything.

No one asked anything.

And that silence… was louder than words.

After breakfast, we all left.

Ndjona-Top and Kenaa were dropped off at their place in Khomasdal.

Then Tjipaa drove me home in her Mercedes.

Inside the car, there was silence.

Heavy silence.

When we arrived, I rushed to get out.

“Wait,” she said.

I stopped.

She looked at me seriously.

“You must not talk about what you saw.”

My heart tightened.

“It is not my business,” I said quietly.

She nodded.

“I know,” she replied.

But her eyes told me something else.

This was not just a request.

It was a warning.

I entered my aunt’s house.

For the first time, I felt relief.

Home.

Safe.

But even that feeling did not last long.

So many things had happened in just a few days.

So many secrets.

So much darkness.

I started to think…

Maybe this is what life in the city is like.

Maybe this is normal.

But deep inside, I knew…

This was not normal.

My aunt was coming back the next day.

I decided to clean the house.

Everything had to be perfect.

After cleaning, I made a snack and took one of her books to read.

But before I could start, my phone rang.

It was Tusu.

He asked me to meet him at Maerua Mall.

My heart felt light.

Finally… something good.

As I was about to leave, the intercom rang.

It was him.

Mr. Officer.

Again.

“Open,” he said.

For a moment, fear returned.

What if he knew everything?

What if he came to arrest me?

But then I remembered…

He was not here for justice.

He was here for himself.

I stood strong.

“I do not care,” I said. “Do what you want.”

For the first time, I spoke like a city girl.

Confident.

Fearless.

I walked out of the house without looking back.

He stood there, confused, watching me leave.

This time…

I was not afraid.

At the mall, Tusu was waiting.

He smiled when he saw me.

And for a moment…

Everything felt peaceful.

He gave me my documents:

My registration confirmation.

My timetable.

My book list.

Everything I needed.

Finally, I felt like a student.

Like I belonged.

We spent the whole day together.

Talking.

Laughing.

He told me about university life.

“That is where the real work begins,” he said.

“Lecturers guide you, but most of the learning is your own responsibility.”

He spoke like someone who understood life.

He was a final-year law student.

He had plans.

A future.

And for the first time…

I saw mine clearly again.

We watched a movie together.

A romantic one.

And slowly…

I started to feel something.

Something I had not felt since I came to Windhoek.

Safety.

Respect.

Warmth.

When we left, he insisted on walking me home.

“I want to make sure you are safe,” he said.

And I believed him.

As we reached the gate, I saw something.

A police car.

Passing by.

Mr. Officer.

He saw us.

I saw his face.

Jealous.

Angry.

But I did not care.

For once, I felt protected.

Inside the house, everything was quiet.

We sat down.

Turned on the TV.

The movie The Notebook was playing.

A love story.

Soft.

Beautiful.

I made him juice.

We sat close.

And slowly…

We kissed.

It was my first real kiss.

Gentle.

Warm.

Safe.

In his arms, I felt protected.

Like nothing bad could happen to me.

For the first time…

I allowed myself to feel.

To trust.

Time passed.

We lay together, talking, laughing, holding each other.

I forgot everything.

The fear.

The pain.

The darkness.

Everything.

Until my phone rang.

Loud.

Sharp.

Breaking the silence.

I answered, annoyed.

“What do you want?” I said.

It was him.

Mr. Officer.

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

“If you are still with your teddy bear,” he said,

“you better tell him to hide.”

My heart stopped.

“Your aunt is at the gate.”

I froze.

I heard voices outside.

Keys.

The gate opening.

My aunt was home.

Now.

Everything changed in a second.

The peace.

The love.

The moment.

Gone.

Tusu’s clothes were on the floor.

My heart was racing.

My mind was spinning.

And in that moment…

I knew.

Everything was about to fall apart.

The End of Chapter Nine

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