(On the same day at the Nxumalo house, MaNxumalo and MaMkhwanazi are sitting in the sitting room, drinking tea with scones. A Nigerian movie is playing in the background, and the room is richly adorned.)

MaNxumalo: Sisi, I do not like the way uThembi treats that Nyathi filth.

MaMkhwanazi: His love for her disgusts me.

MaNxumalo: Sisi, khuza umntwanakho. Soon siyabe ifuna igazi. Angifuni lenyoka imgamule ngemistake.

MaMkhwanazi He does not listen to me. I have been telling him to, but it is like that filthy nkazana is blocking his ears.

MaNxumalo: Deal with it. We cannot kill Samukelisiwe’s mother yet, and we cannot afford to kill her daughter now. We need her blood in the future. It is our gold mine. We have to allow her to have two kids, a boy and girl, so we can be rich forever. Khuza uThembani, sisi.

(Thabani walks in with a dish cloth and wipes the table. He is wearing his black robe.)

MaNxumalo: Are you done with the bathing Thabani?

Thabani: (Speaking in a zombie tone.) Yes mama.

MaNxumalo: Okay.

(MaMkhwanazi checks Thabani from head to toe, and he is bear footed and handsome.)

MaNxumalo: Go to my bedroom and warm the bed for me.

Thabani: (Speaking in a zombie tone.) Yes mama. (He does as he is told, and MaMkhwanazi lustfully looks at him as he leaves.)

MaMkhwanazi: (Speaking in a mischievous tone.) You scored a pretty one. So vele you are … naye?

MaNxumalo: (Speaking in a frolicking tone.) A lady has to do what a lady has to do, or else salt kills, sisi wami.

MaMkhwanazi: (Smiling.) You never change.

MaNxumalo: Don’t be judgy, la. You kept uMkhwanazi.

MaMkhwanazi: (Speaking in a mischievous tone.) A lady had to do what a lady had to do, or I would have become Miss Lot.

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