Siyawezi's name was not unfamiliar to him; he had heard it many times and even seen her. A girl of average height, she was not full above but carried weight below the waist, making her walk leave a noticeable sway. It was clear she never held back when it came to money—if she gave, she could grant that rare favor which, if neglected, her family would disapprove.
Hearing her qualities in detail, he decided to try his luck, wondering what would happen if he sought to satisfy his body with someone who didn't care. He knew leaving Semeni abruptly would not be good unless her mother allowed and watched their relationship carefully. That day, he decided to meet her at Zakhem, on the road near a well-known high spot. He did not know that he would be observed closely by a bear, which he then decided to take directly to his woman.
Many girls believed Siyawezi could pause with a man for several minutes. There would be no safety then; she had to comply and be on his side. Semeni and her friends gathered and went to their school, intending to confront him—but what they encountered was a literal fire, and they ended up freezing themselves.
They did not know the problem lay with the jealous girl; after arguing with Siyawezi, and receiving sharp words, she knew it would settle. She continued her stubbornness until that Friday morning, leaving Rajabu eager. As a result, he received intense pleasure at the bathroom entrance, which was even sweeter than the two rounds he had shared in bed with his partner.
Rajabu arrived in the yard feeling very excited over what he had obtained, even though he hadn't seen the girl since that previous encounter. Everything seemed new to him; he spoke energetically with his friends, knowing he would soon get what he wanted. And he could do it with fewer costs than Siyawezi, who had men like a forest of trees in Mafinga, Iringa.
He did not tell any of his friends about that event, nor the girl named Hanifa, who spoke only a few words teasingly with him, but he did not intend to sleep with her. Until that morning, after encountering no resistance, he claimed what was his. Although he could not see her body clearly due to the soft morning light, he still enjoyed the warmth he encountered—something he admitted his partner had never given him.
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At around 8 a.m., a Toyota Landcruiser—commonly called a V8—entered the Rama residence. The car went directly to the parking area; it was the only one remaining after his mother left. Upon arrival, it did not take long before the car was turned off, and an elderly man wearing a dark shirt and white pants stepped out. On his feet were expensive shoes in black and white.
After stepping down, he closed the car doors and clicked the remote to lock them. Then he strode with determination to the entrance of the large house. There was no need to knock—he opened the door and entered directly. He arrived at the living room, where he found Rama sitting on a couch, topless due to an earlier injury.
"Ah Baba shikamoo!" Rama greeted him upon seeing him.
"Marahaba. Did those things happen at your school? And the teacher is still outside even after you've broken his nose?"
"Just ignore him, he's a fool."
(Sitting on the couch) "Rama, these things are serious, my son. This person must face legal consequences or be confined even for a month so his mind becomes correct."
"I ask you as your child, leave him be. His mother already left for school; I think she is on the way. I told him not to escalate matters, but he didn't listen and went anyway."
"Okay, if you decided that, but I don't like this at all. Farida wanted to come see you after hearing this, but I told her to go to school first and come tomorrow, Saturday. That one still hates you—I don't know why."
"Leave Hamisi; he still has the childish mind of a young boy. I do not mind or hate him. Life is life."
"That's why I respect you more than all my children. You are intelligent, Rama. Keep your thoughts focused like that; you will go far, even further than I, your father. I don't hide it—I know you have matured now. I was wrong to leave your mother and marry Farida's mother, which is why even your younger sibling dislikes you."
Rama, upon hearing this, said, "Some things are God's plan. You can't know—otherwise, I wouldn't have met a younger sibling who loves me like Farida. Let it pass."
"I will say again—you are very wise, which is why I share my other plans with you… By the way, what happened to that injury after being stitched at Zakhem? Do you still need to go to Aga Khan for further examination and insurance coverage?"
"No need. I am fine. I will just wait to heal."
They lived like two friends, yet in reality, it was father and son, understanding each other well and often listening to one another. Despite seeing each other infrequently, their love and connection remained strong. The father, having not properly guided his youth, knew well how to maintain a friendly relationship with his son.
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Prado, who was driving Rama's mother, stopped at Mbagala school parking. The woman wore jeans and a black blouse with a missing shirt portion. She got out, locked all the doors, and led the way to the main school offices. She carried car keys in one hand and a modern phone in the other. Wearing high heels, she walked confidently until she reached the entrance and went inside.
Since the principal had no visitors at that time, she was allowed straight to his office and sat attentively. She greeted him and raised the issue of the previous day, where her son had been badly hurt.
Having planned well, she explained, "As a teacher concerned with discipline and morals, I have already punished the teacher responsible, and he is off duty until his punishment ends. I did not stop there—I also approached the teacher who made the complaint. Since he was not involved in the beating, I gave him a strict warning not to allow a teacher to overstep their disciplinary role. Due to his skill and seniority, I allowed him time to reflect and maintain his position, and he should also apologize in writing."