The explosion did not come that night. That was what made Tunu wake with a heavier stomach.
Kassim drank tea, put on his garage shirt, and left without mentioning the radio. Mariam pushed two mandazi onto Tunu's plate and reminded her to come straight home after school. Nobody said anything.
Tunu thought Kassim had decided to keep quiet.
She was wrong.
When she returned that afternoon, her bag was on the table. Mariam stood beside it. The black radio lay in the center like evidence.
“Sit,” Mariam said.
Tunu stayed standing. “You went through my bag?”
“Kassim told me he saw you with this yesterday.”
“So you searched my things?”
“Don't change the question. Where did it come from?”
Tunu looked at Kassim near the door. “You told her?”
“I knew she'd find out.”
“She didn't find out. You told her.”
Mariam slapped her palm against the table. “Tunu. Where did this come from?”
“It's mine.”
“Did you have it when you came back?”
“No.”
“Then who gave it to you?”
Tunu stayed silent.
“Only a few days,” Mariam said. “I said school and home. I said no people from that time.”
“His name is Jabi.”
Mariam flinched as though saying the name had brought him into the room.
“You saw him?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“At the market.”
“You went looking for him?”
“No.”
“But you stayed with him.”
“For a few minutes.”
“And then you lied about a line at the school gate.”
“Because if I told you, you would do exactly this.”
“So now it's my fault?”
“I didn't say that.”
Mariam opened another zipper on the bag.
“Stop!” Tunu grabbed it. “It's my bag.”
“And you are the child I am responsible for.”
The bag fell. Pens, notebooks, and a ruler scattered across the floor.
Kassim stood. Tunu shouted at him to stay out of it.
Mariam snapped, “Is this the behavior you learned?”
The words hit an old place inside Tunu.
“And what did you learn?” she shot back. “To search my bag? To decide everyone is dangerous? To talk about me in front of people?”
“I'm protecting you.”
“Were you protecting me when you said, in front of Mama Pendo, that if you got tired you'd send me away? When you said my costs were a burden?”
Mariam's face changed.
“I was angry.”
“And I was listening.”
“Is that why you left?”
“Not one reason.”
“Then tell me all of them.”
“I don't want to.”
Tunu bent to collect her books. Her hands shook.
Kassim spoke quietly. “Mama, I told you about the radio. I didn't tell you to search her bag.”
Mariam turned on him, but Kassim held his ground.
“I saw it yesterday. I was afraid things would start again.”
“What things?” Tunu asked.
“Not knowing where you were. Mama waking at night. Me leaving the garage to help look for you.”
For a moment Tunu saw her absence from a side she had never looked at. But then she saw her open bag again.
“Being afraid doesn't make everything okay.”
A knock interrupted them.
Nuru arrived for the follow-up visit arranged earlier. She took in the scattered things, the radio, and their faces.
“I can come back later.”
“No,” Mariam said. “Good. Tell her this isn't normal.”
Nuru did not sit immediately. “Tell her what?”
“She met Jabi. Hid it. Lied. Now she says I drove her away.”
“I didn't say that,” Tunu replied.
Nuru raised one hand. “If you want me to help, I won't be the judge of who won.”
She asked Tunu where she had met Jabi, whether she had felt safe, and whether she had told anyone beforehand. Tunu answered honestly.
Then Nuru turned to Mariam. “Did you ask before searching the bag?”
“She could have said no.”
“Yes.”
That one word stayed in the room.
Nuru pulled up a chair. “We have two separate problems. Tunu hid contact with someone connected to the period she was away. That is a safety and trust issue. Mariam searched her bag without permission. That is also a trust issue. If we mix them together, each person will use the other's mistake to erase their own.”
Mariam stared at the radio. “I'm afraid. I spent months not knowing if she was all right. Now she comes back and within days she is meeting someone from that time.”
Her voice cracked.
Tunu's anger did not disappear, but it changed shape.
Nuru closed the bag and placed it beside Tunu. Then Mariam asked the question underneath every rule she had made.
“Tell me what to do so she never leaves again.”
Nuru looked at Tunu. “That isn't something one person can guarantee with a promise.”
Mariam faced her directly. “Then you tell me. One thing. If you get angry again, will you disappear again?”
Tunu wanted to say no. It was the answer that would calm the room.
But she remembered how a huge decision could begin with five angry minutes and somewhere else to go.
She closed her mouth, then said softly, “I can't promise you that.”
Nobody moved.
For the first time, the fear hidden inside the rules of the house sat openly on the table under its real name.
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