Halima lay on the cold concrete floor of a locked storeroom.
Her wrists were bleeding. Her eyes swollen.
But her mind?
Sharp.
She hadn't slept. Couldn't. Kosgei's men were cruel, but sloppy. And in that carelessness, she found a crack.
When one of the guards forgot to close the door properly during a phone call, Halima waited.
Counted seconds.
Then ran.
She didn't care where.
She ran barefoot through banana plantations, cut through barbed fences, fell in a ditch, but kept going.
She reached a small petrol station near Kangundo Road. Staggered in. Collapsed.
The attendant, a young Luo boy named Brian, recognised her from the mural.
"Halima! Woiye! Guys it's Halima!"
He gave her water. Called local TV. Called HRW. Called everyone.
By the time police arrived, Halima was already trending again.
This time with one word:
"ALIVE."
Two hours later, Mwakazi was arrested live on TV.
His wife didn't speak. His neighbours stared through windows.
He tried to cover his face.
But the camera caught everything.
The cuffs. The silence. The shaking hands.
His former students were already marching outside Jogoo House chanting:
"No more predators in power!"
That night, local TV aired a full 45-minute special.
The Situra 7 — now dressed in white — sat beside Miss Mukami in studio.
Nyambura spoke first.
Her voice cracked, but never broke.
"We were just girls who wanted to learn. We spoke up. They hunted us. But we are here. Still standing."
Amina followed.
"Silence almost killed me. Speaking saved me."
Even Chebet, once angry, held Nyambura's hand.
The interviewer asked:
"What now?"
Nyambura replied:
"Now we rebuild. Not just schools. Trust. Safety. Honour."
"For the next girl who says no."
Meanwhile Kosgei disappeared before police could find him.
Rumours say he crossed to Somalia. Others say he's hiding in Embu.
The government promised reforms. Hotlines. More women in boards. Random inspections.
Will it last? No one knows.
But something changed that month.
The fear broke.
Weeks later, Nyambura updated her blog one last time.
"To every girl who has ever been silenced — we hear you."
> "To every boy who stayed silent — speak now."
> "We survived. And survival is resistance."
> "We were just girls. But now… we're a movement."