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I was five and my friend; Quane was six. Twenty years ago, one afternoon when we had close from school she convinced me to accompany her to her dad's workplace. We had no money on us; we started trekking. She never told me where exactly we were going and Quane, appeared to be much familiar with the place more than i am, so i didn't ask. She was my best friend at home and in school and could tease each other for whatever reasons. On our way to the workplace, she tripped and fell in a gutter as we were chatting and i help her got up, but that didn't stop me from laughing and revealing my already fallen frontal teeth in my mouth. I laughed my heart out and she nearly got angry. The unfortunate scene of my friend and my laughter almost made the scorching sun's radiant invisible to us. we walked for about 2kilometers in the fully revealing 2 pm sun, in a dusty potholed road. The air on this road is impossible to inhale when a car passes and making vision as scanty as a modern day change. There were not much people on this road, and i could barely see Quane's black hair colour when the eighth car drove passed us in the top speed, with the crinchy irritating noise of a rusty engine. The super concentrated dust air filled the atmosphere, school kids trekking on this road jubilated for whatever reasons i cannot tell, women on the road tried to cover their hair with their fabric looms or any coverable material and the very few men used handkerchief or their hands to cover their mouths and some their noses. Quane and i joined the school kids and hoped more cars will come to pass for great dusty moments. We made few turns to more dusty roads. Our bodies were already covered in red dust and we felt nothing wrong with it. Those moments were funny, simple and free. I didn't realize the time we got to the workplace but noticed it when the guard at the building entrance called Quane's name and asked us to wait at the gate. He left us and head to the main office and returned after a moment and said, we should get back, Quane's father is not around. We were sad but there was little we could do. When returning, of course we took the same route. We walked for about 400 metres and i realized i wasn't really looking on the road when coming. We had gotten to a three-way junction that goes to different places. Quane got confused and i was not sure if she wanted to start a prank or she was serious. She asked me if i recall the route we used when coming, and i frankly said no. waiting to find anyone coming on this quiet road, she said, "i think we used the middle one." I objected and suggested the left road. Quane said no and i insisted we use the left and she finally got convinced. We took to the left road, walked, and took few turns and realized we are not getting to where we came from. Quane started panicking and accusing me of making us use the wrong road. She started crying and blaming me; her mom will beat her for staying long. I suggested we get back. Then, i realize the road was more entangled than i imagined. I finally admitted we were getting lost and started crying too. I asked Quane to take us back to her fathers workplace and she said she could not identify the road that leads to the workplace. We were soaked in tears as we wandered the interconnected dusty road which always brought us to the same spot. I got wrathed and disappointed at Quane for bringing me here in the first place and not knowing the road that leads to her father's workplace or home. She on the contrary was mad at me for not trusting her on the middle road when she suggested at first. she blamed me for getting us lost and i blamed her for not knowing the route back home. We fought, cried, argued and stood pathetically watching time approach the night.