(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?