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Nestled in a peculiar pocket of silence between Kisumu Girls’ High School to the north and Kisumu Boys High School to the south, the wall rose with quiet majesty. In the heart of Kisumu-a vibrant city thriving on the shores of Lake Victoria-this was a place where the relentless buzz of the busy streets outside seemed to fade away, replaced by an uncanny stillness that made time itself feel suspended.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6hK78q1JQb
The wall stood weathered and worn, its cracked stones hiding stories no one dared to tell. Faint marks and faded scratches hinted at secrets long buried. Whispers among students’ spoke of reasons for its build-none quite certain, all uneasy.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu4kQzCoJYE
The two schools were so close that we could hear the laughter and footsteps of the other side, but the wall stood between us, dividing the girls from the boys with a presence that no one truly understood. It was a boundary that shaped friendships, fueled rumors, and left everyone wondering what-who-was on the other side. Now and then, a distant cheer from the boys’ football field would slip through, reminders of a world just out of reach. 25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV2HrzMbyyy
While Kisumu itself pulsed with life—the sharp whistle of a matatus honking as they rushed through the busy streets of the city center, the chatter of traders at the Jubilee market, and the smell of fried fish wafting through the air from the lakeside—the students within the school compounds lived in a different world, cut off from all that by a towering, stone structure.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRLY0tMHBI6
Sometimes, when the sun set just right, the wall’s shadow would stretch across the playing field, a dark line that seemed to slice the world in two. We’d watch it from our dorm windows, wondering if the boys on the other side ever felt the same chill, the same longing to know what lay beyond. In its shadow, we learned to keep secrets, to wonder about the lives running parallel to ours, so close yet unreachable. Sometimes, it felt as if the wall itself was listening, holding its breath, waiting for secrets to be whispered into its cracks.
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