Miss Ndala's mornings were always quiet, the kind of quiet she had learned to appreciate.
She rented a small backroom not far from the school, just a short walking distance, which made her life a little easier. It wasn't much, but it had its own bathroom something she was deeply grateful for, especially considering how expensive rentals had become.
The space was simple but enough for her needs, and for now, it worked.
She had been teaching at the school for three years, and although it came with its challenges, she had committed herself to it fully. Every month, she made sure to save a portion of her salary, determined to eventually move into a better place.
For now, this was part of the journey.
