Later that day, another night had begun, with the city slowly losing its daytime bustle, with many workers returning to their homes, while those with nocturnal spirits went out or prepared for the local night.
Zac left his home and was soon disembarking from a bus in the city center, making his way to a private arena at one of the city's best primary schools.
Ushal was a strange place. While basic education in the country was usually of better quality in private schools, higher education was better in public colleges.
Instead of the government investing in the basics and giving equal opportunities to the entire population, it invested more in higher-level education, where the country's elite took up the places available each year.
It was a system designed to keep the poor, poor, and the rich, rich!