[At the department of Marketing at the Young Blood offices]

Glen: So tell me big guy, what did your wife say about your offer yesterday?

Sham: (smiling) You can’t believe it, she fell for it.

Glen: Wow, you see! Girls are like cars; they just need you as a driver and then you can control them to where you want them to go.

Sham: That’s true indeed bra. I never thought that Nomusa would surrender everything to me.

Glen: No, it’s just that you don’t believe in your abilities.

Sham: Ja, maybe. But thanks to you my home boy.

Glen: Don’t worry; I will always be in your corner, regardless the situation.

Sham: And I really appreciate having you in my life, as you’re always with me all the time when I need you the most.

Glen: But dude, one more thing again.

Sham: What?

Glen: Dude, you have to convince your wife to get rid of her grandma, permanently. So that the two of you can run this company in peace; without any disturbance.

Sham: How can you suggest such a thing like that, bra?

Glen: Dude, this old lady can be cured at any time. So what do you think she will do when she comes out of this psychiatric institution?

Sham: I don’t know, but she does not deserve to die.

Glen: Remember, you are the one who drugged her and made her crazy.

Sham: Yes, but she won’t know that I did that.

Glen: She is a very powerful woman, with powerful connections. She can do whatever it takes to find the cause of her craziness.

Sham: So what do you suggest?

Glen: Tell your wife that her grandma is too old to be in this institution and she doesn’t deserve to feel this pain she’s feeling now.

Sham: And then?

Glen: Then tell her that she needs to act immediately and relieve her beloved grandma from this pain by giving her a poison.

Sham: Do you think she will listen to me, Glen?

Glen: Definitely, she will listen to you and act fast.

Sham: But I don’t like this Idea, Glen.

Glen: It’s for your sake and your business interests, Sham.

*****

[Later that day in Nomusa’s office]

George: So what can I do for you guys?

Nomusa: George, please meet my husband Sham. Sham, this is the private investigator I told you about.

George: Nice to meet you, Mr Sham.

Sham: Pleased to meet you too, Mr Private Investigator. So tell me, Sir, have you found something?

George: Not really, but I will within no time.

Sham: Unfortunately we no longer need your services.

George: (pretending to be surprised) What do you mean, Sir?

Sham: You heard me; I said we are no longer interested in your services.

George: Madam, please tell me that you do not second him.

Nomusa: George, I am sorry my brother but Sham is my husband and he is the head of the house. Our decision is final.

George: OK, I will tell my boys to drop the investigation.

Sham: You better tell them to drop it soon, you get me?

George: Loud and clear, Sir.

Sham: Good. So get your little bums out of my wife’s office you son of a…

George: I am on my way. May God be with you both.

[George leaves the office.]

Sham: I am glad you listened to me, babe. I love you.

Nomusa: I love you too, Sham.

Sham: Babe…

Nomusa: Yes!

Sham: Babe I was thinking about your grandma.

Nomusa: What about her?

Sham: The old lady has suffered enough in that institution and she doesn’t deserve this treatment.

Nomusa: What do you mean, love? You want me to find her another institution?

Sham: Not like that, babe.

Nomusa: So what do you mean, really?

Sham: Love, I think it is time that we let her rest in peace – in a peaceful place.

Nomusa: (shouting) What are you trying to say, Sham?

Sham: I think we should relieve her from this painful sickness.

Nomusa: How? How, Sham?

Sham: By poisoning her.

Nomusa: I can’t believe that you’re suggesting this, of all people.

Sham: Nomusa, stop being selfish and think about her and the pain she’s going through right now. If it were you in her state, would you like your grandchild to keep you alive while you feel all this pain she’s feeling right now?

Nomusa: No. But I still think and believe that she would be healed.

Sham: That’s somethi ng that will never happen, not in a million years.

Nomusa: How do you know that?

Sham: I was researching about this thing and I even asked her doctors, they say there’s only a one percent chance that she could be healed.

Nomusa: So what do you want me to do, Sham?

Sham: Let’s poison her and let her rest in peace.

Nomusa: (crying) OK then, I will ask her doctors to give her a slow poison tomorrow.

Sham: No, don’t worry. I will refer you to one of my best doctors, the best in the country.

Nomusa: I hope I’m not making a big mistake that’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

Sham: I think we should start planning for her funeral.

Nomusa: No, no Sham. I don’t want to bury her but I want the government to bury her.

Sham: That’s a good idea love. This funeral thing consumes a lot of time.

Nomusa: Thanks love, for understanding and supporting me.

Sham: It is my responsibility as your husband to support you, as I promised to the priest and your family.

Nomusa: So, are you going to come with me tomorrow?

Sham: No love, I can’t. I have many meetings and deadlines tomorrow. But you will inform me, babes.