They get to the beach with the girls and emotions are high. Shukela is drunk, Sgonondo is teaching them inombolo (tsotsi taal) and tricks on how to load a gun even though they don’t want to. Naledi is mad at Lerato for tricking her, she’s mad at everyone for not saying anything knowing very well what happened.

She’s mostly mad at Dimples for forcing oral copulation with her. She gets angry at God for not protecting her, she’s in a car full of criminals. One abuser, one gangster, one sexual asaulter, one prostitute and one uhm… well we’re not sure what crime u-3 is committing but he’s guilty through association.

The ocean is at peace, not too many waves and there isn’t a crowd. Naledi is thinking to herself about what is normal and what is not. She asks herself whether other families go through the same things. The bad ones are liked and the good ones are abused. The gangsters survive and rule while the churchgoers die. She finds her self thinking out loud and in frustration says ” this family is not normal”

Sgonondo agrees and a fight breaks. U-3 confesses to killing their father (Themba), Shukela confesses to killing Naledi’s dad (Nkosi), Dimples confesses to being Lerato’s real father, Lerato is pregnant with Sgonondo’s child (don’t ask me how, I also don’t know haw, I’m just narrating the story)

It’s a mess and people are about to die. So I guess Dimples hit Shukela with a brick and Lerato is the fruit of that harvest. Shukela killed Nkosi because u-3 told him it was Nkosi who killed their father on a farm so that he could buy shares in the Asian company. u-3 killed his dad because he was going to be sacrificed to the sangoma or whatever witch-doctor for wealth. So he killed him first and the father became the sacrifice. Sgonondo knew about this and didn’t say anything (It’s busy here, it’s left and right). He then had visions and almost became a sangoma , eventually gave himself to drugs and as a result became a criminal. It’s too much mtase. And Naledi couldn’t take it any longer.

She walked into the calm ocean as the uncles kept threatening each other. Gunshots and bullets were flying in the air, Lerato was screaming from the top of her lungs. People were scattering and so was I… yes me the narrator ( I was there baba!).

But Naledi couldn’t hear anything, she just walked and walked and walked as if she knew the way. The T-shirts that were once white, were doves no more.