(At 20:00 at night at the Nyathi house, Samukelisiwe and her mother are watching TV. The TV is obsolete, and it has a black line crossing it. The speakers sound like they have holes in them, and the two are eating isitshwala (pap) and plain vegetables (mbhida).)

MaNyathi: Uwuphekemnandi imbhida lo baby.

Samukelisiwe: (Speaking in a voice filled with gratitude.) I learned from the best.

MaNyathi: I am glad you decided to join the youth camp.

Samukelisiwe: Njengoba litshilo, I need the holiday.

(On the same night, at the Mkhwanazi house, the living room table is lavishly decorated. Thembani and his parents are watching TV. Thembani’s mother is shouting at Thembani, and his father is not paying mind to it.)

MaMkhwanazi: (Shouting.) How many times have I told you ukuthi tshiyana lankazana yakho!

Thembani: Why mama? Hanti you are the one lina loauntie leyathwebula ubabakhe bahlupheka nge nxa yakho loauntie.

MaMkhwanazi: (Shouting.) The snake wants blood, angifuni ikugamule ngephutha true love is treasure to us abathakathi.

Thembani: You even know that I truly love Samukelisiwe, but lifuna ngehlukane laye just because you want to kill her mother to keep all this? All these rich things yimali yakhe. You want to kill MaNyathi for her money.

MaMkhwanazi: (Shouting.) Khuzeka.

Thembani: (Angry.) I am happy that I am going away to camp for a month.

MaMkhwanazi: (Shouting.) Thembani, you are the son of a witch, and going to church will never change that.

Thembani: You are not Jesus to judge me.

Tell us: Do you think Thembani will ever be able to leave the witchcraft practiced by her family?