ruvimbo. [nine] fin. cbd3.
Nov 29, 2021 14:58:23 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Nov 29, 2021 14:58:23 GMT -5
Ruvimbo.
District Nine | Sixteen.
Saturdays are the best day of the week. It is a day off from working. A day Ruvimbo can sleep in but not for too long, she has school to go too. It is not a school that teaches the repeated blurred history of Panem and its politics. It is a school of truth. Or believing the truth. Pan-African Saturday school. It is a place where she can learn about her heritage, about a land somewhere far away where her ancestors lived and thrived. A place with real names and not numbers.
Ruvimbo can escape from her District Nine life every Saturday. Another sight from the usual factory floor that fills her palms with callouses. Here, she can fill her palms with the real history. Real knowledge of a land that might be out there somewhere. ”Do people still live in Africa?” Others talk about finding this land, escaping Panem. All this time, Ruvimbo has dodged the bullets of crime. Rejected the bargains from her sisters to join their gangs. Lived the bullshit mundane expected life but the possibility of escaping it all. To be free without the need of mopping up the scraps of the streets like the gangs do. She will take it.
”What is the plan for finding this land?” Ruvimbo has her skills, a metal worker and the prefect craftswoman at welding. She can build her way out of here.
