(Outside the Nxumalo house.)
MaNyathi: Livukanjani?
MaNxumalo: (Approaching the gate and faking a smile.) Sivukile. (She unlocks the gate, MaNyathi enters, and they slowly walk back to the house talking.) Injani imuli yakho?
MaNyathi: Siright, sibona indlala kuphela. Life is hard lokhe uThabani wasitshiya.
MaNxumalo: Thabani was a real bread winner. Death is unfair sometimes. You still clean echuruch?
MaNyathi: Yes. It pays, but eish, incane.
MaNxumalo: Ihalf yesinkwa ingcono nokulala ngendlala.
MaNyathi: True, I always give thanks every night.
MaNxumalo: Prayer is a powerful weapon.
(MaNyathi does a quick comparison between her deteriorating house and MaNxumalo’s well maintained houses.)
MaNyathi: Your home is beautiful.
MaNxumalo: Thank you.
MaNyathi: I always envy your hustle. You have no husband but you are still standing.
MaNxumalo: It’s all about hard work and prayer.
MaNyathi: Amen. Wayekelani ichirch?
MaNxumalo: I became busy. Like you can see, all this requires my full attention.
(They reach the front door, and MaNxumalo opens the door for MaNyathi to enter.)
Tell us: Do you think MaNyathi will ever find out what MaMkhwanazi and MaNxumalo are doing to her family?