By the time the black Mercedes dropped Amina back at Juja at 4:00 AM, the campus was dead silent. She crept into Room 14, her heart hammering against her ribs, and slipped under her duvet without waking her roommates. But the silence didn't last long.
At exactly 7:30 AM, Amina was jolted awake. Not by an alarm, but by the relentless, synchronized buzzing of three different phones across the room.
Sharon sat up instantly, her face lighting up as she grabbed her phone. Carol and Mercy did the same, a collective gasp echoing through the small room. Within seconds, all three pairs of eyes slowly turned toward Amina’s bed. Their expressions were a chilling mix of shock, fake pity, and deep satisfaction.
"Weh! Amina, kwani hii ni nini?" Sharon asked, holding out her phone with a theatrical frown. "Kijana wa ocha, kwani umeshafanya haya mambo yote?"
Amina’s stomach dropped. She grabbed her iPhone 15 Pro Max and unlocked it. Her screen was completely flooded. Over fifty missed calls. Hundreds of WhatsApp notifications.
She clicked on the top link in the JKUAT Telegram group, a massive forum with over ten...