The Amapiano girls asked their parents’ permission on Friday – a day before the Saturday of the finals after school – to sleep over at Pinky’s grandmother’s place as they had agreed. It happened.
Pinky, their leader, locked them in her room at nine o’clock to ensure everything they needed was there.
“Here is the skunk’s fluid, the grey stone is inside the leather bag, and the field mouse’s ears are here. Where is Lumka with the black cat’s fat?” Lumka searched in her school bag.

“Lumka, don’t annoy us, please! You said your uncle from Lesotho had many black cats, and you would ask him to give you one. Now, what’s going on, my friend?” Lerato asked, shaking her head.
“Wait, I put it in the bag; I wrapped it in black plastic,” said Lumka.
She put her hand in the bag and came out with a black plastic.
Everyone covered their noses with a frown.
“Jooo, is this how terrible a cat’s internal organs smell? Sies!” a quiet Lerato spoke with her nose covered.

Thirty minutes before twelve o’clock, the girls put on their warm clothes. They had agreed on black clothes to remain invisible in the dark at the cemetery. They all escaped through the window and tiptoed, leaving the window slightly open so they could get inside easily when they returned.

“Promise, what are you doing with that sharp knife?” asked Dima with shock.
“It’s late in the night; we have to protect ourselves from murderers, sister,” Promise answered, putting her knife in her bra.
“Do you think there are murderers in the graveyard to steal the dead?” laughed Dima.
They walked until they reached the graveyard of Lekgalong la Pete, where there was a deafening silence. The only sound was that of night insects. They headed straight to the side of the graveyard where the Heroes of Kofifi were buried and stood among the graves, prepared to follow Bra Jakes’ orders.

The clock struck midnight. Inside the leather bag, they mixed the grey stone with the field mouse’s ear, the cat’s insides, and the skunk’s fluid. They started chanting the words Bra Jakes ordered them to say while shaking the bag.
“Sekopenese chuniki!” they all repeated seven times. As soon as they stopped, a fog filled the area. A trumpet echoed from a distance, then footsteps came, followed by the women’s voices singing a Kofifi song that went, ‘Kwela Kwela…. Kwela mama, kwela kwela’. When they listened attentively, they heard the men’s voices singing along as they approached.
It was the Heroes of Kofifi who had resurrected from the dead. Amongst them was Mr Kippie Mohutsi, who greeted them.
“Eita daar, I can just feel it in my spirit that you want to be like us; you want to learn about Kofifi.”
The Heroes of Kofifi taught Amapiano about the art and origins of Kofifi dance. Dust was all over their graves when they trained Amapiano for the finals. When the bright morning star shone, the Heroes of Kofifi disappeared inside their graves, and the fog vanished.
The Amapiano girls hurried back home before people could see them. They were pleased and hopeful that they were going to win the trophy.

Do you agree with the measures they went to in order to secure their victory? Please support your answer.