The clamor of hammers and the murmur of voices rose like a low song over the growing city. Dust rose from the half-finished road where men and women worked together, their laughter and sweat mingling under the late afternoon sun. For many, it was the first time they had labored with freedom in their muscles, and it showed in the rhythm of their movements — tired, yes, but never broken.
Juma the Builder
Juma hefted a heavy brick onto his shoulder, his back glistening with sweat. A younger boy tried to do the same but stumbled, nearly toppling into the pile.
"Careful there," Juma chuckled, steadying him. "That brick is heavier than your whole belly."
The boy frowned, puffing out his cheeks. "I can carry it. I'm not small."
"Not small? Look at you. When the wind blows, I fear you'll fly away like a leaf."
