The following Monday comes. Mr Ngxaka and Khalipha have been speaking every day. Khalipha has fallen head over heels for him. Mr Dalindyebo and Mr Ngxaka are talking about the previous weekend.

MR DALINYEBO: Ntwana, it’s been so long since I had that much fun.

MR NGXAKA: Well. You are lucky. I’ve messed up, bro. I did something horrible.

MR DALINDYEBO: What did you do now? Ah mara wena.

MR NGXAKA: I…was drunk, man, and I…slept with one of these girls. I don’t teach her, but still.

MR DALINDYEBO: So?

MR NGXAKA: What do you mean ‘so’? We didn’t use protection; a baby might be growing inside her.

MR DALINDYEBO: What proof is she going to have that the baby is yours? If she slept with a teacher, she probably sleeps around.

MR NGXAKA: Usisidenge kanene wena. How could you not see anything wrong with this?

MR DALINDYEBO: Because you are overthinking it.

MR NGXAKA: I am not. But that is one thing that happened. There is this girl in my class, Khalipha…

MR DALINDYEBO: The leading Matric student?

MR NGXAKA: Yes, her. We met on Saturday, and we have been speaking.

MR DALINDYEBO: Ah Ngxaka njayam? I am sensing feelings there. You can’t catch feelings for these kids. They will mess you up.

MR NGXAKA: Oh, so now they are kids?

MR DALINDYEBO: So, you do have feelings for her?

MR NGXAKA: It’s a complicated, man. I find her interesting, but I don’t really want to date her.

MR DALINDYEBO: So, you want to do the deed with her?

MR NGXAKA: No! Why are you like this? I am going to class. See you around, man.

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