A voice pierced through the noise of Kasuwan Nama.
You made a silent prayer as you slipped under the smelly armpits of the people rushing towards the sound. Your fears were confirmed.
It was Umar; caught red-handed with a bunch of bananas clutched in his palm.
Stupid boy, you cursed under your breath.
You knew it was going to end badly for him. You could see in the faces of the angry traders.
Your gazes collided.
“Help me” Umar mouthed.
You shook your head, clutched your pockets filled with stolen oranges and walked away from your brother.