It didn’t feel dramatic at the time. There was no press release. No final bow. No sobbing on the track. Bendere Oboya just stopped. She folded her spikes into a bag, stepped away from the lane lines, and let the silence take over.

Before there were courts and crowds, there was freedom. The kind found in backyards and busy kitchens, in the rooms where Nyadiew Puoch first learned to move in her own way. In the middle of a house in Cranbourne East teeming with siblings, motion, and rhythm of a bouncing ball.

Sunday Aryang doesn’t enter a room loudly, but her presence off the court is felt much like it is on.  She speaks with the understanding of someone who listened and learned long before she found her voice. On the netball court, her movements are sharp, her vision focused, and her leadership undeniable. But off the court, she carries a quieter kind of strength, but a strength that is no less indisputable.