(The thugs around a street corner are having a quick conversation.)

Zola: Did you catch the lamb?

Scara: Yep! Just one wound was all it took for that dork to bite the dust. So, who is the man?
Zola: I won’t answer that question, for now. Don’t celebrate yet, we aren’t sure about your victory. News hasn’t made the rounds about that nerd’s death.

Scara: Jealousy in the street corner.

Zola: No, it’s not jealousy. I just want to be sure that that worthless soul froze forever.

Scara: Yeah, whatever.

Zola: Once I am sure that you killed him for real, bounce by in the evening for a proper celebration.

Scara: Music to my ears.

Zola: Don’t be early nor late, just be on time.

Scara: Sure thing.

Zola: See you then.

Scara: Okay.

Zola: You know the rule.

Scara and Zola: Don’t arrive empty handed.

Scara: Yeah, yeah. No need to remind me.

Zola: Since you easily forget, I saw it would be a good deed to remind you kiddo.

Scara: Not again! We went through that word. Don’t drag me back crook.

Zola: I am obliged to tease you some times.

Scara: And I am compelled to smack you next time you utter that word. Or to make it more fun, cut your throat.

Zola: You wouldn’t kid. You have a soft spot for me.

Scara: Is it obvious? I mean, I’m not!

Zola: Then why are you blushing? Your cheeks turned to crimson red like you have a fever.

Scara: Please stop!

Zola: Stop what?

Scara: Messing with my head. You’re confusing me now. You know what, I’ll see you later. Will bring company, hope it’s okay. Don’t say a word.

***

(Nomusa and Sihle came back home late afternoon with lots of goodies and found Khaya watching TV)

Nomusa: We’re home!

Khaya: Welcome back mom and sis. I missed all of you.

Sihle: I bet you did, my bro. You know how I much I love you. I too missed you last night. I thought we were going watch the movie together, as siblings.

Khaya: Stop it you pervert.

Sihle: By the way, you missed a lot. Mom took me to the spa, shopping and into hair salon. How do I look boet? Will I get your friend’s attention?

Khaya: He has a name, like everyone. He is Sibu.

Sihle: Whatever! (she exits the room)

Nomusa: I was worried about you last night. Where were you?

Khaya: Sorry ma that I didn’t tell you. I had a drink or too. And was way too weak to walk. So I crashed at Sibu’s apartment. Hope you’re okay with that.

Nomusa: Of course I am. He’s your friend anyway.

Khaya: Thanks.

Nomusa: Please be a gentleman and hook him up, with your sister of course. She always brags about him.

Khaya: Ma!

Nomusa:What? I speak it as it is. I mean it.

Khaya: Okay. So, what’s the plan?

Nomusa: Invite him for dinner. Me and your sister will cook something mouth-watering and heart-warming. Now go and change to head to your friend’s house.

Khaya: Mom, they are so different. This won’t work even a sec. He won’t fall for my sister, not in a million years.

Nomusa: I’m afraid that’s not up to you. For once do as I say!

Khaya: Fine ma. But know that when my friendship with him sinks, it will be your fault.

Nomusa: It will never go that far. Besides, this has got nothing to do with your friendship. Stop overthinking things. You’ll never reach my age.

Khaya: Will take your advice. I’ll be back later then.

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