"Good morning, class?" Mr. Wafula said as he cleared the chalkboard.
“Good morning, sir,” the whole class said in unison.
The teacher then sat down and asked the students to write some notes. Mr. Wafula was a middle-aged man who had done considerably well during his young years. His signature look was a beard that almost stretched down his shirt, covering his neck. As class was in session, they heard a loud bang outside, almost a kilometer away. Yasmin felt a chill run down her spine, as she was aware that her father was, in fact, leading the army during this secret mission. She had overheard his father mentioning that he would be gone for a few days. Her mother automatically, as she had gotten used to the tale. Wait, the border is a couple of miles from the town. Yasmin realized as her fingers started trembling. Could it be that the rebels defeated the army? The sovereign army of the state? Aisha noticed this and poked her friend using her elbow, bringing Yasmin back to reality. As the class continued, another loud bang, this one louder than the other one. However, this one came almost a mile away. Mr. Wafula rose up and went to the door to check on what was going on. Outside, a massive cloud of smoke could be seen; it was similar to a smoke signal. The gunshots caused a stir as the students rushed out of their classrooms, curiosity written all over their faces. Mr. Wafula rushed into the room and asked the students to remain quiet and hide under their desks. The teacher left the class heading in the direction of the staffroom. Close to half of the school was at the gate, screaming, pushing their way out of the gate. Yasmin and Aisha were stuck in a corner speaking in low tones.
“What do you think is happening outside?” Yasmin asked Aisha.
"I do not even want to think of what is happening outside. All I know is that I am safe in this classroom. Mr. Wafula should join us until we get information about what is going on." Aisha said, trembling in fear.
They lived in a small town. From the school, the students could see the beauty of their community and get to be part of their cultural heritage. In short, they guessed the trucks were military trucks as they were used to seeing soldiers. Yasmin was glad the chaos would subside, and they could finally get a copy of what was going on. Little did she know that the rebels had ambushed the army trucks as they were heading for the border: Little did she know. All of a sudden, gunshots were heard at the gate of the school....