CALL IT STEALING or call it helping myself to save a desperate situation, but it was something that had to be done. That morning after I got out of bed, I went about my usual routine on autopilot. I could not remember anything I had planned for the day, including which lecture was coming up for class. It was Bella's notes, which I had borrowed the previous day before leaving school that saved me. Since that evening after school my mind had been preoccupied with where to get financial support to see us through the day. Us meaning my desk mate Jamal and me.How did I land myself such a responsibility amid these trying times when everything is new to me, too? Unlike me with my absent mother to a self-centred brother, Jamal is lucky to have lived all his life with his mom as I struggled to survive the harsh village conditions back home. I had feelings for him. But I thought I should find a way to take care of this situation with Jamal before I could start thinking of letting him know just how much I fancied him.I headed to my brother's house and knocked on the door. No one answered. I knew he must be home, so I kept knocking the door. Finally, he opened the door, having been in the shower to hear me knock the door on top of the music that was blaring at full blast. I hastily walked in, leaving him standing at the door. "Hello, my small sister." I nodded to his greetings and headed straight to his music system and turned it off....
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