The other girls in the village never felt restless. Nhamo was like a pot of boiling water. 'I want... I want... ,' she whispered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted and she had no idea how to find it.
The other girls in the village were content and calm, unlike Nhamo, who was restless and full of inner turmoil. She constantly felt a strange energy within her, like a pot boiling over, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what she desired or how to achieve it. This sense of confusion and longing set her apart from the others who seemed more at peace with their lives.
'I want... I want... ,' she whispered to herself, illustrating her inner struggle and desire for something more. Despite her repeated declarations, she remained uncertain about her true wishes and the path to attain them, highlighting her inner conflict and search for identity and direction amid her feelings of unrest.
