Danny’s face quickly changed as he saw Denise. “Denise? You came back?” he looked to his parents and tried to see if they knew why he came back. “What are you doing here?”

Denise looked a bit cocky. “This is my home, Danny. I’m back home”.

“Danny, he just returned home. Things aren’t going well for your brother.” Naledi replied, in an attempt to put things at ease.

“Is he going to stay here mom?” asked Lerato, uncomfortable with being caught in the middle, again.

“He has nowhere to go, so, yes, Denise is back home.” with clarity, concluded Naledi.

“I’ll put the bags in my room,” said Denise. As he dragged his stuff behind him he left a void of tension hanging in the air.

“Dad, what’s going on here?” asked Danny, concerned.

“Not now, Danny” he cut him off, rudely. “Naledi, take me to Mr. Khaya. He wanted to see me.”

Sipho used the sofa to pull himself off the floor. With the little strength he had, he walked slowly towards the door. Naledi stared at Danny and followed him.

“Please don’t fight Denise, Danny,” she begged heading out. He had a scary, murderous look in his eyes.

“Danny, what happens now? Denise is back – what if he wants to be a part of Hope’s life?” Lerato asked, clearly concerned.

“I don’t know, but knowing Denise, he will mess up. As for Hope, no one is going to take him from me.” He stared at the child with loving eyes, and kissed him on the cheek.

Sipho and Naledi arrived at Mr. Khaya’s hut to see how things stand with the their ancestors at this time. As Africans, it is our culture to keep in touch with our ancestors and to see if things are still right by them.

That was Sipho’s goal, to check in with his ancestors.

“This vision has been appearing a lot. My forefathers are waiting for me,” Sipho told Mr. Khaya. He sounded like he had made peace with death.

Naledi held Sipho’s hands in fear.

“I am most concerned about my boys. I think the hatred between them will kill me faster than the cancer,” said Sipho.

Khaya looked through his pile of bones. He kept pushing them around, groaned to himself, and shivered.

“You are right to be concerned, Zondo. This thing with your boys is far from over,” Mr. Khaya stopped, and heavily sighed. Then, he predicted something. “Your real dead twin is holding a grudge. His spirit is restless because the man who replaced him is going to replace his brother, as well.”

Sipho and Naledi looked at each other surprised.

“But, I thought we fixed that matter by putting him to rest?” said Naledi sounding concerned.

“Yes, but the void will always be there. Culturally, Danny is not a Zondo, he is not recognized in the rituals. If you put your entire legacy in his hands, things will go bad for everyone,” said Mr Khaya – in response to Naledi’s question.

“I’m not sure I understand” Sipho said and then coughed hard, multiple times. Naledi gave him a glass of water.

He drank and continued. “Danny is not a bad person. What his evil mother did is not his fault.”

“You have to understand that through all of this, there is only one person who has gained, Sipho. It’s Danny, he replaced Denise by all means. So your final will, your legacy, should be given to Denise,” said Khaya groaning.

What would you do next if you were in Sipho’s place?