The year is 1992. I’m about 11 years old. I’m in Standard Five. Because her sandal strap is broken, and I’m wearing flip-flops, she borrows my colourful phathaphatha. They are new, and I just had to show them off today!
The road from our school to my house is full of stones. After school, I walk home barefooted – for her. She never gave me back my shoes. To protect her, I told mama I lost the shoes.