Indubitably, I was asked what in the world had passed between Mr. Kit and I outside

the doors of the courtroom.

‘Whatever you said, changed him totally! Like some spell,’ Harris said.

‘Also I know my dad. Everyone knows my dad. He never listens!’ Jeter added.

‘He looked almost… afraid,’ Nin observed, ‘what happened?’

And each time I just stayed quiet. Whether this incident will remain hidden forever

is not an assured fact, but no matter what the case, I gave my word in preserving it, so

long as the eliteratti’s clutches will not interfere with what we intended to carry out to

better the quality of our lives. Each moment was precious and there was no space for

complacency. The battle for survival had only begun.

‘We… just came to an agreement. He saw how unrelenting we were and so gave us

some time to prove ourselves,’ was the only answer I began using when the pestering

would not stop.

It satisfied them for a while at least.

Part of the great improvements at Silverns was the introduction of Pervez Sahab’s

education application. It was like an Izhar Academy part two. This branch was located

in the cross road of Right Arrow and Left Arrow, allowing several students to join us

from both factions.

We had some brilliant teachers. Of course Ekene, was given the coveted position as

head of the institution and always prepared a sterling curriculum with specialised

activities that assisted the easy acquisition of the subjects students wished to master,

while getting a thorough understanding of other mediums as well.

Father also engaged more openly with law, and found it easier to revise and research

given the many resources that were previously not available to him.

Badriya learned more about the performing arts and began to partake in several

expressionistic enterprises as part of enhancing her craft.

Pervez Sahab often gave demonstrations of his many eccentric inventions and gained

several apprentices who also wished to aid the old man in his quest to transform the

world, one unique invention at a time.

My best friends Jeter, Nin and Harris also shifted to the institution. Harris would

occasionally sit for some classes and examinations at the academy in Right Arrow,

but mostly as a brand of support for his father who was teaching there. He is now

known as Silverns’ medical prodigy – his performances in the field of science are

absolutely impeccable! As a result of this, he provides brilliant services to many of

the displaced people of Silverns who slowly but surely keep finding their way back

into society and are accepted rather than shunned as before.

Nin published her novel and it proved to be a dynamic study on the idiosyncrasies of

Silverns society. It was received sceptically by the eliteratti but was heralded by the

miscellaneous. However, as a creative artist, she too is always prepared for the

nuances of reception. And she had begun work on another piece of art.

Jeter, on the other hand, also began to be more expressive about himself and started

writing poetry – some mighty soulful pieces indeed! They captured all the unsung

emotions we had during our crazy adventure.

As for me, I decided to become a teacher. There was no greater profession that was

more necessary for Silverns as the enlightenment received through knowledge, which

was what carried us out of the caliginosity that had engulfed Silverns before.

But the road to teaching is not easy. It is challenging yet strengthening. And as for

all the students who always keep learning, so do the teachers, because we cannot deny

that as human beings we are always being schooled by life itself.

We are first, second, third, and everything in between.

There is never any perfection. Our struggles make us the best. And so long as we

strive, we are already on the path to excellence.

Our story is always being written. There is no conclusion. And so, this narrative

continues too.