The whole Khumalo compound is filled with different people coming in and out to pay respect to the family. Women are peeling vegetables in the kitchen and men are preparing to slaughter the cow. Nkosiyabo’s mother is seated on the mattress with small hymns from the church woman comforting her. A scent of a feminine perfume graces its present in a room , a woman with a black Louis Vuitton dress and Gucci high heel joins in the choir. It takes some time for people to recognise her as Zinhle Khumalo. The whole atmosphere changes the hymns quieten down. She reaches inside her bag and draws out a gun. It suddenly becomes empty inside the house, everyone runs east and south. She instructs his goons to carry the coffin outside.