(It is Qhawe’s funeral. The family members are preparing to burry him.)
Nono: We lost a son . I regret myself for not teaching him good things. He was like a son to me.
Mr Dlamini: Nono! You ruined everything. My niece has gone missing and you are quiet.
Nono: What should I do? Vuyo was nothing to me. He did not care about us.
Mr Dlamini: Nono, you didn’t like Vuyo from the first place. You treated him like he was a slave. You are ashamed of yourself. Let me tell you, Vuyo is my only child.
Nono: Dlamini! You lied to me.
Mr Dlamini: Yes! I wanted to test you.
Nono: All these years you lied. You lied ! I hate you!
Mr Dlamini: Where is my son?
Nono: I kicked him out! I never wanted him.
Mr Dlamini: There are no cars in this family. Who’s car is this?
Vuyo: My car!
Nono: Vuyo! You are still alive.
Vuyo: I am by God’s grace.
Nono:(She cries.)
To be continued…