It was Yusuf’s idea that we walk down Nyagaka’s tea plantation and cross the river at the point where a giant tree had been felled weeks before, and the people responsible for the tree felling had not decided to make timber out of it. It was a nice spot during the weekends when we found another plank of wood, splayed it atop the giant tree, and made a see-saw upon which we swung and played all day.
At the crossing that morning, we might have just passed the giant tree had Orare not remembered that Casper had lost a twenty-shilling coin there the weekend before. Somehow, school became secondary to the idea that we could find the coin and enjoy those fresh samosas by the gate during break time. We each started to skirt around the giant tree, rummaging through the wet grass and mulch as we looked for the coin.
— What is that? Amos said, alerting us from our respective search points.
There's more on the other side.
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