Mr. Khoza is on the phone with his friend, Ndumiso.

NDUMISO: I have bad news for you my friend.

Mrs. KHOZA: Huh? You’re scaring me now. What’s going on?

NDUMISO: I won’t be able to see you this year.

Mr. KHOZA: What? You are joking, right?

NDUMISO: Nope. I’m really sorry about this.

Mr. KHOZA: No man, don’t do that to me. You made a promise.

NDUMISO: OK, no need for you to cry your eyes out, go open the door.

Mr. KHOZA: Why? What’s at the door? An apology gift?

NDUMISO: Just go and open the door. You will see.

Mr. Khoza rushes to the door. As he opens it, his eyes meet his old friend, Ndumiso, standing on the threshold. Mr. Khoza’s eyes widen in surprise as he took in Ndumiso’s appearance.

NDUMISO (with a warm smile on his face): Surprise! (laughs)

Mr. KHOZA: Oh, my goodness, you are here?

They embrace each other in a long-overdue hug.

NDUMISO: My friend, you are now big! What are you eating?

They laugh together as Ndumiso walks in. Mr. Khoza starts noticing that Ndumiso is wearing beads around the neck and wrists. They are the same beads worn by traditional healers in South Africa.

Mr. KHOZA (looking at Ndumiso’s beads): Hayibo! Gwazela! Are you now…?

NDUMISO: A sangoma? Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t mention it on the phone; I did not want to scare you away.

Mr. KHOZA (sitting on the sofa): Ah don’t worry. I’m used to sangomas, they are literally everywhere and my grandfather was one.

NDUMISO (sitting on the sofa): Oh really?

Mr. KHOZA: Yes. I learnt that sangomas are not as bad as they are sometimes perceived to be.

NDUMISO: I thank God for giving me a broad-minded pal like you.

Mr. KHOZA: Same here. Can I get you something to drink?

NDUMISO: Sure.

Mr. Khoza disappears into the kitchen.

Ndumiso moves his eyes around the house and start sensing the presence of negative energies. His eyes sit on Mrs. Khoza’s picture hung on the wall and he instantly feels uneasy. He starts having visions about things Mrs. Khoza is doing behind her husband. Ndumiso gasps in horror. Mr. Khoza walks in.

Mr. KHOZA (placing the drink on the table): Are you OK? What do you see? Is my house haunted?

NDUMISO (still shocked): I can’t tell you.

Mr. KHOZA: Why?

NDUMISO: You are not yourself. You’re under someone’s influence. Whatever I tell you won’t make sense to you. The person is influencing your mind – spiritually. You will hate me…

Mr. KHOZA: No! I am not under anyone’s influence. You can tell me. Why do you think I’ll hate you? You are my brother!

NDUMISO (shaking his head) I see you don’t understand how these things work. Look, I can help you only if you come with me.

Mr. KHOZA: Why? Why can’t you help me here?

NDUMISO: This house is a playground for negative energies.

Mr. KHOZA: Ok. I hear you. So, what do you want me to do?

NDUMISO: Don’t tell anyone about this. Not even your wife.

Mr. KHOZA: What? Why?

NDUMISO: Um… women talk too much. She might tell her friends and… You know.

Mr. KHOZA: Oh. OK, I get it.

NDUMISO: Can we go now?

Mr. KHOZA: Yes. I’m ready. Ha! I’ve always felt like someone put a curse on my family. Now that you say there’s something wrong… You confirmed my suspicions. I believe you 100%!

They leave the house.