(Diketso enters in a rush and finds Makgalapina counting money at his house.)
Diketso: Dankie bozza yam. Ugrand bozza?
Makgalapina: Hamb’othata istuff e-store room. Ngi grand yani? Ufika late la! Go get stuff and stop asking me if I’m fine!
Diketso: Ah maar bozza…
Makgalapina: Hey! Ngitheni kuwe son, entlek son uyangidelela since ungibheka phakathi kwamehlo son. What did I say to you? You’re disrespecting me now, you’re even looking me straight in the eye!
Diketso: Hade, sorry, bozza yam.
Makgalapina: Nxxx (clicks tongue)
(Diketso goes to the storeroom and finds the stuff, pulls one small bag and smells it, puts it back and takes the bag and goes back to Makgalapina.)
Diketso: Sho bozza, ngizitholile. I found it.
Makgalapina: Son ngifuna uclockise istaff sam ngo 4:40pm! I want you to have sold out by 4:40pm!
Diketso: 4pm bozza. Maar bozza vandag ngikuhloniphile angigqokanga ischool uniform. I respect you I’m not even wearing school uniform today, boss!
Makgalapina: Uzongihlonipha mhlazani uthengisa istuff son. You’ll respect me the day you sell my stuff!
Diketso: Ahh bozza yami.
Makgalapina: Usase la? You still here?
Diketso: Ngicela imali ye carry. Can I have some pocket money at least?
(Makgalapina counts the money, Diketso thinks Makgalapina will give him some, instead he puts it all on the side.)
Makgalapina: Lemali le eyoku stoka son. Ngithe usasela son? This money is for the new stuff, are you still here?
(Diketso exits with a sad face.)
Diketso: Fede bozza.
(Diketso walks back home.)
Tell us: Diketso is involved in drug dealing, how do you think this will affect his life?