During the maths period, Mr Ngxaka, the Maths teacher at Ngqwala Secondary School, is delivering a lesson, but the class is very noisy.

MR NGXAKA: Guys, will you just shut up and listen to what I am teaching you? Tell me if you suddenly understand maths better than I do so I can stop standing here trying to teach you like a fool! (He then storms out of the class.)

ALIZWA: OK…why is he so angry today? Jeez.

KHALIPHA: I am going to check on him.

ALIZWA: What? Why?

Khalipa goes out of the class, walks around the block, and finds Mr Ngxaka seated on a rock behind the block.

KHALIPHA: Hello, sir, are you OK?

MR NGXAKA: (staring into space and avoiding eye contact) Yes, Khalipha, why are you here anyway? You should go back to class.

KHALIPHA: But sir, you don’t look fine. I am sorry if my classmates upset you that much.

MR NGXAKA: I said I am fine.

KHALIPHA: What can I do for you to forgive us and come back to class? (breaks into a nervous ramble) I mean, we need you, and we…are sorry. Sometimes we don’t know what is good for us and so we take advantage of the—

MR NGXAKA: (with teary eyes) My father is dead.

KHALIPHA: Oh, oh, I am sorry to hear that, sir. You must be going through a lot right now… um, I don’t know what to say, but if you want to talk about it, I can— (Mr Ngxaka suddenly looks at her, holds her chin and kisses her. Khalipha pulls away.) Sir, what—

MR NGXAKA: (realizing what he has done) Khalipha…Sorry, OK? This should not have happened. I am not into you, so don’t start having ideas about that. You should go back to class now.

Khalipha goes back to class feeling very confused.

Tell us: What do you think of Mr Ngxaka’s behaviour so far?