He yelled at her again and her whole body seemed to vibrate from the noise. The tears rolled over her full cheeks, carving rivulets in the dust that had settled on her during the minutes that she had stood motionless.
The bully started towards her again and she was more scared than she had ever been in her whole life. She wondered again if it was worth risking the river, hoping that the crocodiles were asleep and the hippos not close to shore.
‘You will run! I am the one in charge here! You will run and I will chase you. That is the way of things, the way it should be.’ The white one had run. He had caught her and he had played with her and he had killed her. His life had changed, but at least the white one had done as he had expected.
Precious raised the plastic bag above her head and
