“Okay, Asters,” Master Poja addressed them after their Discipline class. “100 cowries for whoever gets this right.” All 38 ears perked up with interest.
“What’s the whole of North Ogaza looking forward to right now?” 17 hands shot up, itching to be picked. Zina and Amare exchanged a glance and muffled their laughter.
“It’s too good to be true, right?” Amare leaned in and whispered in Zina’s ears, his breath making her hair stand.
“Definitely. Master Poja is not giving anyone 100 cowries for saying the pretty obvious answer.”
“Angel, don’t fall for this, brother.” Amare shook his head pitifully and Angel ignored him, hand still waving in the air.
“Okay,” Master Poja smiled. “Since most of you know it,” he looked at Zina and Am
