"Good, you stay calm. I'm saving you and also saving myself. Let this matter end here at school and not escalate to higher authorities. It could cost you or Frank, who is badly hurt because of that boy. Let this serve as a warning: next time no teacher should act violently like this. Let what happened be a lesson—if a student misbehaves, send them home with a parent rather than hitting them. If they resist, even after being disciplined, contact the parent immediately. Agreed?"
"Yes, sir, I understand completely."
"As the discipline teacher, enforce this fairly and ensure no negligence happens again. Act like their guardian—if a responsibility fails, the one who brought the student will bear all consequences. You may leave now, but today do not punish any student until this matter settles," concluded the principal. Manjenje left, feeling uneasy.
Returning to his office, the bell rang, but he remained inside, waiting to be allowed to proceed to class. He called a student to summon Siyawezi. His head was still not clear, overwhelmed with fear.
Shortly after, Siyawezi arrived and was instructed to sit quietly. He did not act as arrogantly as usual; instead, he spoke calmly when asked to report what had happened. Even the girl was surprised by the teacher's sudden change, something she had never witnessed before. She listened quietly, withholding any sharp comments despite her lingering anger from the previous day, choosing instead to be discreet.
"I know you've heard about Rama, but I still cannot believe it. Is it true he's from a wealthy family?"
(se rolled her eyes) "Yes, that's how it is. Yesterday we went to his house—Frida and her mother came in their car. Rama is a spoiled street kid; he forced himself to stay with his mother because he wanted to. But it's not their property; when he's there, it's his right."
(He placed his hands on his head) "The problem is, his mother is coming to school today asking for full explanation."
"You have that, sir. Be thankful the thugs he associates with don't know, otherwise they'd come after you. I don't like Frida, but you went too far provoking Rama while fearing the military kid."
"Siyawezi, what could I do? Haven't you even seen Frida's father? You'd be in trouble if you annoyed him. That's why I stayed silent yesterday, avoiding involvement."
"But what do you want? Aren't you satisfied? The meat is the same, the vitamins the same—goat, sheep, cow, or even kid. You may enjoy the taste, but the essence inside is the same. Stay calm; you'll get it in time. Leave other people's children alone, or you'll lose your position," Siyawezi said, addressing the teacher's desires. She continued, "I've given you enough, even exhausting your body, yet you sleep without satisfaction. Men like you, even when able, say things I don't understand—maybe that's your devilish nature—but you still insist with that child. Listen, you will not find any girl who love Rama for yourself, even if you try. I tried to use others for him before he finished school, to lure him, but they failed. I tried with Frida—same story. Stop wasting your time."
She stared at him intensely and added, "You don't even know how to seduce properly. Perhaps at your age, you can't get them that way. We want you to lower yourself, not rely on force. If you want to charm, try being friendly and attentive; see if she comes to you willingly."
Manjenje could only hold back his desires, overwhelmed by the words, as if possessed by some strange force. The age difference and what he had been told did not match at all. But because they had already watched him several times, there was no more confrontation—just listening quietly to the instructions.
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Rajabu was a young man who had recently finished secondary school but performed poorly, lacking the opportunity to retake exams or attend any tertiary courses. He chose instead to join the streets, learning motorcycle mechanics from nearby workshops.
After gaining skill, he was entrusted with a motorcycle and began delivering payments daily for a year and a half. Eventually, the bike officially became his under their agreement. He managed money without thinking about saving for the boss. During this period, he encountered a girl named Semeni, who was doing small sewing jobs.
They started by meeting privately, calming their desires. Later, Semeni would visit him and stay completely. They continued their relationship for a long time, and although the family knew, there was no engagement or marriage.
After growing accustomed to their relationship, Semeni began taking things lightly. She focused on her own feelings, not his. She would seek him only when she desired, and once satisfied, she would refuse further intimacy. At times, she would sleep without care, unwilling to continue.
Even when Rajabu insisted, she could resist, using her own strength. When given to her, she would only comply minimally, like a fixed post. Since she was used to him and knew he was hers, she no longer worried about losing him. Her focus was only on satisfying her own needs.
Rajabu endured, but sometimes he realized it wasn't enough. His friends advised him to look elsewhere, continuing his own path. When he returned to the main route, he acted as if nothing had happened. That day, following advice, he sought a girl named Siyawezi. He was told to find any type he wanted, and as long as he pleased her, she would comply. He was also told that if he tried once, she wouldn't stop, and would return again.