UFUFUKO (resurrection)

Ngao School (TWO)

Baffled, the only boy in the circle  breathed "How did he??"

Instinctively he begun backing out of the room and the trio reacted in a motion insinuating that they wanted to pursue. The moment he came back to his senses he already gone past the gymnasium.  He heard voices calling out to him but did not bother to turn back to look. The horrific sight remained planted fresh in his mind. He didn't even realise bumping into a man in Front of him.

"Slow down cow boy, here at Ngao School we do not run helter smelter unless its in the sports field." A dishy middle aged man in an Italian suit with dark goatee muttered in a friendly yet authoritative voice.

"Am sorry sir I didn't mean to do so." Tom replied amidst confusion

"I don't think I have seen you around you here, have I?"

"No sir I am a transfer...from...from" Tom tried to control his breathing between the words

"Slow down son, breathe, you look like you've seen a ghost, tell me what's going on." His tone full of concern

Looking into his dark brown eyes Tom wanted to tell him what he had seen in the library but could not will himself to bring out the words besides he wasn't sure what he had just witnessed instead he just stood there staring blindly into his eyes.

"Are you okay son?" His voice interrupted the battle of wills going on inside his head.

"Yes sir...I..am fine." He finally spoke trying to shake off the shock.

"I believe you were telling me something. "
"Was I ?" Befogged he replied.

"Yes something about being a transfer...?"

"Yes, am a transfer from Mashimoni High"

"Oh yes of course, the nephew to Mr and Mrs Kwame, ummm what was the name?...mfume?? Mufasa??"

"Mfalme sir...Tomases Mfalme."

"Yes Mr Mfalme!..well my name is Mr Barasa, the principal here and may I say welcome to Ngao School."

"Thank you sir."

In a meer whisper the principal uttered
"Based on where you are from, if I were you I'd do something about the hair and probably keep a low profile."

"Why is that sir?"

For a split second the principal seemed to lack the words to express his concern
"In other words keep a low profile Mr Mfalme, now if you don't mind I'd like to escort you to class, what are you having?"

Staring into his class schedule he breathed .

"Chemistry by Miss Amina."

"Good, should be a fun class."

As they walked away Tom could feel the three pair gaze digging into his back but he dared not to look behind.

                      ***
A piece of ugali,sukuma wiki,beef stew, a banana and and a bottle of mango juice stared back at him from his lunch tray.
Devoid of appetite he bluntly stared back at them. He could barely concetrate in the morning classes due to the events that happened earlier, furthermore he wounded up spending most of the time trying to convince himself that what he saw was but a figment of his imagination.

Around the cafeteria everyone appeared to be engaged in either a conversation with friends or eating. "Surely such a lavish ordinary place could not have anything out of the ordinary"  he told himself.

Alas! The sound of a falling tray  snapped him back to reality. Shifting his gaze towards the sound of the crash, Kwame sat on the floor with his food all over the place and the clique of boys laughed along with everyone else in the cafeteria . In a moment of concern both their eyes locked  and Kwame looked down in shame as he walked away.

Before he could make his way to him a boy in big reading glasses that seemed to have a light guard lens  slid in his bench blocking his way. As he turned the opposite directionhe felt another person sitting next to him, this time a girl with her hair held in a pussy cat and her shirt tied in a knot above her stomach revealing her belly button. Her dark glowing skin complexion gave gave her goddess aura.

"Going somewhere handsome? " she asked with a crooked animalistic smile while blowing a balloon from her chewing gum.

And that's when he noticed her. Sitted across her was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her golden blonde hair with long lustrous locks complimented her sandy African complexion, a shade lighter than normal.

From her slender eyebrows to her big chocolate coloured eyes and a perfect jawline scrubbed her of any imperfections. Whenever she spoke her dulcet voice sounded enchantingly sweet like that of a songbird up against the soothing sound of nyatiti being played.

"Hello? earth to wild hair??" She said snapping her fingers.

"What? Wild hair?" He uttered " What do u guys want?" He replied.

Instantly it dawned on him that this was the exact number of individuals he met at the library. He felt a thick cold sweat trickling down his spine. He had tried so hard to convince himself that whatever he saw did not happen but clearly it did and was about to haunt him.

"Nothing actually, we just came over to introduce ourselves."

"Huh??"

"I am Jobo, she is Kuasa"referring to the pussy cat haired lady "and that is, Waridi" referring to the one with the blonde locks . And with that they upped and left leaving him befogged.