Stolen Youth:Kasi Secrets Don’t Stay Buried

📖 Chapter 8: When the Kasi Watches

(Part 1 of 10)

The Kasi had eyes — not the kind you saw in the street, but the ones behind curtains, through cracked windows, in quiet gossip shared over kota and cheap cigarettes. And right now, all those eyes were starting to turn toward Tshepo.

Boitumelo walked through the streets with her phone in hand, voice note ready, fingers shaking. The words she'd heard from that burnt phone haunted her — Tshepo had ordered the fire. People almost died. And she knew, deep down, it wasn't his first time playing dirty.

She passed Bra China's tuckshop, where the old men always sat. They stopped talking when they saw her, watching like they already sensed a storm coming.

"Morning, Tumi," Bra China said.

She nodded but didn't stop. She wasn't in the mood for small talk. Not today.

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(Part 2 of 10)

At the taxi rank, the energy was tense. A boy had posted a blurry screenshot of Tshepo's voice note to WhatsApp status. Already, murmurs were rising like smoke.

Boitumelo found Neo waiting near the corner. He wore a hoodie low over his face, as usual.

"You sure you wanna go public with it?" he asked. "You know what Tshepo's crew can do."

She nodded. "This isn't just about me. This is about the Kasi. Everyone's too scared to speak up, and look where that got us."

Neo looked at her, almost proud. "Then let's do it. We go live tonight."

She inhaled deeply. There was no turning back now.

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(Part 3 of 10)

Later that day, she met with Keabetswe — her friend who had once been close to Tshepo too, before things got toxic.

"You're really gonna expose him?" Kea asked, eyes wide.

Boitumelo nodded. "He tried to burn everything down to hide the truth."

Kea sat back, silent for a moment. Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a flash drive.

"This has more than a voice note. Tshepo's been recording himself. I think he wanted to brag — or threaten someone. Either way, it's got names. Faces. Dates."

Boitumelo stared at it like it was gold. Or a grenade.

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(Part 4 of 10)

That night, she set up her cousin's old laptop in the backroom of her gogo's house. Neo connected the Wi-Fi from next door. Kea sat beside them, chewing her nails nervously.

"You go live in 3… 2… 1…"

The screen blinked. "LIVE: The Truth About the Kasi Fire 🔥"

Boitumelo looked at the camera, then at the file.

"My name is Boitumelo. Some of you know me. Some of you don't. But after tonight, all of you will know what really happened on the night of the fire."

She clicked play.

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(Part 5 of 10)

The voice notes played one after another. Tshepo's threats. His laugh. His planning. And finally, a name-drop.

> "Let that fool from Block H try to snitch again. He'll end up like the girl from Mzansi Street."

Kea gasped. "That's Palesa... she went missing last year."

Boitumelo felt a chill run through her spine. This wasn't just about the fire anymore. This was about girls going missing. People vanishing. And the Kasi doing nothing.

The comment section exploded.

"Is this real?"

"That's Tshepo's voice, I swear."

"Yoh. Nah this is deep."

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(Part 6 of 10)

By midnight, the video had over 600 views. For Kasi social media, that was trending. People started reposting. Sharing. Whispering.

Boitumelo turned to Neo. "He's gonna come for us."

Neo nodded. "Let him. We've got backup now — the Kasi is watching."

But Boitumelo knew Tshepo too well. He wouldn't panic. He'd plan. He'd strike back smart.

And the scariest part? He had people everywhere. Teachers. Cops. Even church elders.

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(Part 7 of 10)

The next day, they went to school like normal — or tried to. As soon as Boitumelo stepped into the gate, all eyes were on her.

"Ey, Tumi! That video, yho!" someone whispered.

Even the teachers gave her side-eyes.

At break, a prefect walked up to her and handed her a folded note.

> You talk too much. Keep quiet before you join Palesa.

No name. No handwriting. Just fear soaked into every letter.

She folded it slowly, but her hands shook.

Neo stepped beside her. "We're not backing down."

She nodded. But fear was real. So real.

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(Part 8 of 10)

Back at home, her gogo finally confronted her.

"Why are people calling our house? Asking about you? What trouble have you started now?"

Boitumelo sighed. "The kind that needs to be started, Gogo. I can't let Tshepo get away with what he's done."

Her gogo stared long and hard. Then she turned away.

"I hope you know what you're doing. In this Kasi, truth doesn't always bring peace."

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(Part 9 of 10)

That night, her video was taken down by unknown "community violation" claims. Her phone buzzed nonstop with threats. Even Kea's mom got a call from someone speaking in code.

"They said, 'Tell your daughter to delete her memory before someone deletes her future.'"

Boitumelo realized what that meant. They were serious. They weren't just trying to scare her — they were trying to erase her.

But it was too late. She had backups. Neo had copies. Even a cousin in PTA had shared it to TikTok and Telegram.

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(Part 10 of 10)

In the final scene, Tshepo himself replied. A short video posted to status.

He was sitting in a car, shades on, voice calm.

> "So the little girls wanna play detective? Fine. Just remember... fire doesn't count. But bodies do."

He smirked and ended the video.

Boitumelo stared at the screen, then turned to Neo.

"Let's go. We're not hiding anymore. If this Kasi wants a war for the truth — then it's got one."