Shimmer Between Us

Chapter 11 : Late Night Conversations

The walk back to the hostel felt lighter than usual, even though Kamari’s earlier mood still lingered in my mind. When he dropped me at the gate, his gaze was soft yet unreadable.

“Take care of yourself, Zora,” he said quietly, his hand resting on the steering wheel.

“I will,” I smiled, about to open the door.

Just before I stepped down, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle peck on my cheek. My breath caught for a second. “Goodnight,” he murmured.

Inside the hostel, the air smelled faintly of talc powder and the popcorn Becky had been eating. Clara and Becky were sprawled on their beds, still talking in low tones.

“So…” Clara’s voice immediately rose, “How was your day, madam?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

I dropped my bag and rolled my eyes, “Nothing much. Just… family stuff.”

“Hmm,” Becky smirked. “From the way he looked when he dropped you, I doubt it’s nothing.”

Before I could answer, my phone rang Mum.

“Hello, Mum.” I adjusted my voice into that warm, respectful tone.

“My daughter,” her voice carried the familiar mix of care and firmness, “are you okay? You’re not having any trouble with your courses?”

“I’m fine, Mum,” I replied, lying halfway.

“I know things haven’t been easy for your father’s business lately,” she continued, “but he still sent something for you. It should help you buy your handouts and take care of yourself. Please manage it well.”

“Thank you, Mum.”

There was a pause before her voice softened. “And… how are you coping? Your… anxiety and all that? The way you’ve always felt less than others?”

I smiled faintly. “I’m doing better. Trying to focus on my work.”

“Zora, listen to me.” Her tone grew serious. “You are the eldest, and your sisters...especially Korah they’re watching you. Korah has graduated high school now, and she passed her exams well. Do you hear me? You’re their example. Hold your head high.”

My throat tightened. “Yes, Mum.”

“Don’t let anyone make you feel small. If you meet someone ...a man.. make sure it’s someone who will love you, respect you, and worship the ground you walk on. Not someone who looks down on you.”

I laughed lightly, “Mum…”

“I’m serious. Keep your dignity. Don’t sell your body for anything. Your purity is a crown — wear it proudly.”

I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. “Okay, Mum.”

We talked for a while longer about home, neighbours, and little jokes about Korah’s dramatic nature. When the call ended, I felt both heavier and lighter ...heavy with the weight of responsibility, lighter with the warmth of her love.

Becky looked at me. “So… that was deep.”

I just smiled and reached for the popcorn. “Let’s just say… Mum reminded me of who I am.”