Mengo woke up unusually early the following morning and left the house an hour before the usual time the bus came to pick her up. Hastily but carefully she opened the door and ran towards Moond who was waiting for her in his black ducati monster 1200 that he had recently acquired with his savings. The meet up arrangements had been made the previous night and Moond had spent the entire night planning on every detail on how he would impress Mengo. It was probably the high time to prove to her that he deserved more than a friend-zone, he had gone all the way to throw in his favorite Fiji Fresh cologne and brought with him two mugs of home-made vanilla tea. Apparently, he worked at a coffee shop off school hours and the joint was known to have the best Teas and coffees in the area.
They finally got to Moond’s basement which doubled up as a garage and his work studio. He hoped they could spend the time holding up a warm conversation and get to watch her lips form the favorite curve he loved on her exposing the dent that lay beautifully between her upper milk teeth. He hoped he could watch her big beautiful eyes glitter with delight as he pulled his romantic side smile that would make her blush. Now was not the time. Mengo was too focused on helping him dust off his computer and get started with the face recognition. Disappointingly, the systems were down and time was running out. Before long, the bus was was hooting to pick up Moond and it immediately hit Mengo that she had not carried her lunch but the thought faded too fast to bother her. She was too busy trying to pack up her things to notice that Moond had faded into the entire house and was back with two lunch boxes and his back pack strapped on his left shoulder.
Mengo hated chemistry classes which apparently on that day was a double session. She pulled out her draft and continued with her script.
INT. THE HIGHWAY BRIDGE- NIGHT
The MAN in BLACK walks slowly behind WAMBO at a distance.
( she climbs up the bridge barriers as tears roll down her cheeks)
I cannot take it any more. This is the third time it has happened to me. Why me??
How do I even explain this to my mother, she already has enough troubles of her own (she lets out an angry roar).
(Runs towards WAMBO panicking after secretly following her all the way from the clinic)
Do not do it WAMBO. Whatever it is you can always share with me. I have been your best-friend since childhood. You can trust me.
Before MINDY gets to WAMBO the MAN in BLACK grabs WAMBO blocking her mouth with a white piece of cloth with his left arm and points a Glock 19 Pistol at MINDY with the right arm.
Before she could write her next line the bell rang and the class was over. It was always her way of escaping from this world. Her mother knew nothing about her writing skill and she had safely hidden it from her to avoid the lengthy conversation on putting her education first. Her mother Nyeza was still old school when it came to career choices and education matters.
It was already evening and Mengo was pissed that she could not get sight of Moond even after waiting for him by the gate for almost an hour. She could not understand why he would lose interest so fast in the first task she had requested him to help her out with. He did not even go looking for her after school as he had always done and neither had he thrown silly paper notes to her as he teasingly did in every last class telling her how beautiful she had looked that day. It was very much unlike Moond to go silent like that. She now had to walk home, she had obviously missed the bus and besides that, she had her mother to face later and explain why she had left so early without a word and with no breakfast and lunch. As she was walking, one of the guys she often saw hang out with Moond approached her. She couldn’t help but notice that he had two bags with him and one of them looked so much like Moond’s bag. She was hopeful and thought that he was still around only to be hit with the words, “hey Mengo, are you also going to visit Moond. Its really unfortunate what happened to him”… “Its unfortunate what happened to him??? What happened to him?? Where?? When?? How?? Why Today???” Mengo almost asked these questions loudly but she was too shocked to utter a word. Her voice at that very moment had been swallowed by mixed feelings of fear, sorrow, guilt, anxiety, curiosity that had engulfed her suddenly. For a moment she felt her breath trapped in her lungs and could not be expelled.