(On the same day, at the Nyathi house, MaNyathi is praying in her bedroom with her elbows balanced on the rotting bed. The bedroom defines super poverty, and there is a torn Bible in front of her on the bed.)

MaNyathi: Father, please break me free from these chains and help Samukelisiwe find peace. Her father’s passing traumatised her. Bless our home with food, free us from the evil hands of poverty, and protect us from evil.

(An angel dressed in Nguni attire appears. It awkwardly trips on its big golden wings and falls, knocking down a washing basket. The washing basket then falls, disturbing MaNyathi’s prayer, and she jumps up in fear.)

MaNyathi: (Afraid of looking around.) Who is there? Ungubani?
(Her eyes fall on the fallen washing basket. The Angel is standing next to it with its eyes closed in comic hope that she does not get to see him. She then goes to pick up the clothes, but when the Angel waves his hand in her face, she does not see anything.)

Angel: (Sounding exited and amazed.) You cannot see me? I thought I had messed up.

(MaNyathi walks through the Angel while carrying the washing basket and exits the bedroom, and the Angel touches himself.)

Angel: (Sounding excited and amazed.) Whoa, she just walked through me.

(A loud, commanding voice speaks.)

Loud Voice: Nyathi go to Samukelisiwe.

Angel: (Salutes in comic, awkward respect.) Yes Gabriel, Grabrilla. Did you see that? Like, she just walked through me. (He looks at his big, golden wings, and then wraps himself with the wings like a blanket.) They are warm. Ngiyakhudumala, golden warmth. Crabi.

Loud Voice: (Scolding.) I told you to never call me Grabrilla, or Gabri or what, what. I am Gabrail. Now, go do your job. You wanted this gig, so go prove yourself capable.

Angel: (Salutes.) Hey chill, jeki. I have got this okay.

(The Angel disappears, and the harsh voice speaks after the angel has disappeared.)

Loud Voice: (Speaking in a regretful tone.) Do not call me. (The voice sighs, and then continues speaking in a regretful tone.) This is going to be a long one. Why me? Why not Markel? Why do I have to baby sit this clown?

Tell us: Who do you the Angel might be?