Imfihlo: Is Love Ever Enough? by Thandeka
"What a perfect morning to wake up to... yet I still drown in the sorrows of last night.
I keep thinking — maybe he still loves me. Maybe he's interested in me, not just his
account or ego.
But here I go again... another day of pretending. Pretending that love is still the nature
of life.
But it's not. We lie to our people. We lie to the youth.
Sorry to break it to you — love and money? They don't mix. Not in reality.
What mixes? Blood... and death under a silk veil.
So, I ask again: Is love ever enough?"
I go to work. Not an office. Not a 9–5.
I manage the bakery. We have to keep production high. It's a family duty — and in his family,
everyone has a role.
He has two brothers. Ruthless. I've seen them kill a man for trying to save me.
Now I'm stuck. Forced to love a man I fear — because it's the only way I survive.
That's when I started asking:
Is love ever enough?
Oh yes… this is my story.
I'm Thandeka — the wife.
The innocent girl who fell for a man from a family of crooks.
All because I believed in love.
Not the kind from fairy tales — the kind that lies to you.
In this world, love is just four letters hiding its real meaning:
Sex. Money. Power.
Nothing ever goes to plan. Not in this world.
Hush... what a wonderful morning to begin a story that never had a fairytale ending.
It might look like Cinderella. But again... is love ever enough?
January 1st, 2021. Springtime. The start of another fake new year.
I'm 21. I finished high school at 17. Got my degree at 21.
A teaching qualification from the University of Cape Town. Sounds amazing, right?
I mean… I'm basically a qualified writer now.
Thanks to my degree in literature and while doing my master's.
Yes, I brag — it keeps me feeling clean in a dirty world.
Aii wow, in South Africa we have yonke inxobo yodoti ethanda isex — trash that thinks sex
equals power.
Aii neh... umuntu waze waba i-African ngephutha.
But what gives — I'm still proud. I'm still African. I made it young.
Still, back then…
Was love ever enough?
Monday Morning
I got out of the huge bed I bought with my own hard-earned success.
My parents even gave me more money — their way of saying well done.
Today, I have an interview at WETS Varsity in Johannesburg.
Weird interview — they already want me for the job just because of my qualifications.
That's Gauteng for you. Job market's looking up. I'm proud.
But the idea of leaving home hurts. Leaving my mom… who I love deeply.
Leaving my father… who worked himself to the bone to put me through school.
They'd be proud, no doubt.
They love me. But again... is love ever enough?
Chapter One
Scene 1–8: The First Step into the Dragon's Den
"Telling my parents I'm leaving Cape Town for Joburg — the city of gold — the one place my father
swore I should never go near. Not even by a meter. And here I am, about to walk into his world and
tell him: I'm going. Because I want my independence. Just like paper. Light, but strong."
1. The Confrontation
Thandeka walks out of her bedroom, nervous but firm. She heads downstairs into the lounge, where
her mother and father are already seated. Her voice shakes, but she speaks clearly.
Thandeka:
Good morning, baba no mama. Ngabe nilale kanjani ebusuku bayizolo?
(Good morning, dad and mom. How did you sleep last night?)
Bab'Zulu:
Silale kahle ngane yami. Noma bekunzima ukuthola ubuthongo ngalento ongitshele yona izolo.
(We slept well, my child… although it was hard to rest after what you told me yesterday.)
Ngoba mina angiyizwisisi kahle — besikhulumile phela ukuthi akekho ozoya lapho eGoli. Noma
ngesiphi isizathu.
(Because I don't understand. We agreed — no one is to go to that place. Not for any reason.)
Thandeka (thinking to herself):
Yoh... uBaba uthi "No" nje straight. Angikaze ngiqale nokuchaza. Aii... kade ngangifisa ukuba
nobaba ohloniphayo, hhayi lo ogcwele ulaka.
(Damn... He just jumped to "No" before I even explained. Sometimes I wish I had a father who led
with respect — not rage.)
Mam'Zulu:
Hawu, baba! Ngenhlonipho. Kodwa nawe awuxegise isandla. Ungabi mkhulu enganeni. Uzizwele
nje — ithole ithuba lokuzimela.
(Hawu, baba. With all respect — loosen your grip. Don't be so hard on her. She's earned this. She
just wants to stand on her own.)
Thandeka:
Baba, uyazi ukuthi ngiyakuhlonipha, Mageba. Kodwa kulokhu, ngizozicelela inkululeko yami.
Ngifuna ukuzimela, ngiphume ekapa, ngiye eGoli. Ndabezitha.
(Dad, you know I respect you, Mageba. But today, I'm asking for my freedom. I want to stand on
my own. I want to leave Cape Town… and go to Joburg, Ndabezitha.)
Bab'Zulu:
Ngane yami, uyazi ukuthi ngiyakuthanda. Kodwa ongicela khona akuyona indlela mina
engizoyihamba emhlabeni. Angifuni ukufaka enye ingane yami ebumnyameni bukaSathane.
(My child, I love you. But what you're asking? I can't walk that path with you. I lost my firstborn
son in that dark city. I won't lose another child to the devil's playground.)
Thandeka (thinking):
Sipho... my older brother. He died in Joburg. That city swallowed him whole. Life's never been the
same for my father since.
Thandeka (aloud):
But baba, that was then. This is now. What happened to uSipho won't happen to me. You're locking
me out from a future I've worked so hard to build. All I want is to chase success… and find a new
breath of life.
Bab'Zulu:
Wona lo "moya omusha" ongeke ubuye lana emagcekeni kaZulu!
(This "new breath" you speak of — it will never return to Zulu land!)
Ngilalele kahle, ngane yami — ukuhamba kwakho, ukungilandela kahle. Kodwa ngiyokutshela
lokhu: ungaphinde ubuye lana. Noma sewushonile, angeke ngikulande eGoli. Mina, uZulu!
(Listen to me carefully, my child — if you choose to leave, you choose to break from me. And if
you die there… I will not come for your body. I am Zulu.)
Chapter One (Continued)
Scene 2–8: The Escape Plan
"What a mission it is to chase your dreams. They say the road to success comes with sacrifice… but
who said life is fair toward money or victory?
As for me — this is war.
A battle between me and my father.
And I'm going to win it.
Because I'm going to Joburg — whether he likes it or not."
2. The Call
Thandeka picks up her phone. Her hands are shaking, but her heart is clear. She scrolls through her
contacts, finds Zak — her boyfriend — and presses call. It rings. He picks up.
Thandeka:
Hey babe… you good?
Zakhele:
Yeah, I'm good.
But I've been worried ever since you told me your father wants to marry you off to the
Commissioner's son.
For what — money? Power?
That's savage.
I mean, that's your dad. He's supposed to protect your freedom, not sell you like a pawn.
Thandeka:
No, Zak… it's not like that.
He's not doing it to enslave me — he thinks he's protecting me.
Bab' Mageba just doesn't tolerate nonsense, that's all.
Zakhele:
Okay… I hear you.
But let me ask you this:
Is love really enough?
Is it enough to sell you off in the name of "safety"?
To chain your future… for four letters?
Thandeka (thinking):
That was the first time I heard those words: "Is love ever enough?"
At the time, I didn't get it.
I was young. Naïve.
I didn't realize that my father didn't just give me to the Nkaba family — he fed my soul to the devil
himself.
And I didn't take Zak seriously — because to me, he was just a rebound from a heartbreak I never
healed from.
The Plan Unfolds
Thandeka:
Okay Zak, listen — I actually called for a favour.
I need a ride to Joburg.
I've got a job interview there… and you live there.
Let's do that ride we always talked about — just like we dreamed.
Zakhele:
Yo, that's the best news I've heard all day — besides the part where you're not being sold off to
some stranger.
My place could definitely use a woman's touch... and my sheets miss you already.
Thandeka:
Awu, but you know here at kaZulu, everything is done with dignity and tradition.
This is isiko lakaMageba oNdabezitha — our name is honoured, even in the spirit realm.
Kafushane, I'm still intombi nto — untouched.
No man has entered the kraal of Zulu.
So, bab'Ngcobo, you're not entering either… unless you bring lobola to the gates.
Zakhele:
I hear you, Ntombi kaZulu.
But best believe — we agree. Mageba's request will be fulfilled when malume comes to fetch you
the right way.
Ayi, forget that Nkaba guy.
Thandeka:
So it's settled.
Tomorrow morning we leave for Johannesburg.
Meet me at the station — early, while no one's awake.
I want to be on the road by first light.
Zakhele:
Tomorrow morning?
Thandeka:
Yes. 5:00 AM sharp.
Don't be late.
I love you… sharp. (She hangs up.)
Thandeka (thinking):
Using Zak as my escape plan… maybe that's selfish.
Maybe it's heartless.
But hey — a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to protect her future.
"Konje, I need a hand to make sure I disappear without raising suspicion.
And honestly… Zizipho is the only one I can trust to pull this off.
If all goes to plan, tonight I sleep knowing tomorrow —
I vanish into the city of gold like a ghost."
She picks up her phone and dials. It rings. Zizipho picks up.
Thandeka:
Hello, girl. Long time, no talk.
Zizipho:
Awusho ke, Thandeka! Ufunani manje wena? Yini eyenza uze ungifonele namhlanje nje?
(What now, Thandeka? What's going on that you're suddenly calling me today?)
Thandeka:
Awukahle nawe dade ngodlame! Ngidinga umuntu ozongikhipha lana kusasa ekuseni, kube ngathi
siya enkonzweni yezintombi.
(Hawu, don't attack me like that sis — I need someone to help sneak me out tomorrow morning, as
if we're going to a girls' church retreat.)
Zizipho:
Usuqalile futhi ngalo mkhuba wakho wamanga, Thandeka. Kodwa kufana nawe — uhlale
unezimfihlo. Manje uthi sikhathisini ekuseni?
(There you go again with your lies, Thandeka. But then again, you always got secrets. What time?)
Thandeka:
Ngo 04:30 AM.
(4:30 in the morning.)
Zizipho:
Washa! Ithi uyadlala sisi! Ngesikhathi leso ngisahleli embhedeni ngibuka izulu, wena uthi ngivuke?
Awu dade!
(Ai, are you serious?! That's when I'm still wrapped up in my blankets, watching the sky. You want
me to wake up for that?)
Thandeka:
Zizipho, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't serious. Ngiyacela sisi. Please help me this once. One day you'll
need me too. But for now, this has to stay a secret until the right time.
(Please, sis. I wouldn't be bothering you if it wasn't important. One day, you'll need me too. But
today, I need you — and this must stay between us.)
Zizipho:
Imfihlo? Uthi uyaphi wena? Ngoba la emagcekeni kaZulu, usuphethwe njengesenhlamvu. You're
basically in prison, girl.
(A secret? You say you're going where? Because from what I know, you're locked up in that Zulu
household like an inmate.)
Thandeka:
Buka, sisi — ngicela ungithembise ukuthi angeke uyithi vu kumuntu ngalokhu.
Uvele nje uthule, sithi siya enkonzweni yezintombi.
For a few days. That's all.
(Look, please just promise me you won't say a word. We just act like it's a church girls' weekend.
Nothing more.)
Zizipho:
Thandeka, lo Mageba osikhuluma ngaye...
(But Thandeka, we're talking about Mageba here…)
Thandeka (cuts her off):
Danki mngani. Ngizokubona kusasa ngo 04:00.
(Thank you, friend. I'll see you tomorrow at 4:00.)
(She hangs up.)
Zizipho (talking to herself):
Ehh... aii ke. Nami ngiyenza umngani. Yoh, ngiyahlolwa lana Jesu!
(Eish… well, I guess I'm doing this for my friend. Lord, this is a test.)
Thandeka (thinking):
It's done.
Tomorrow, I vanish from Cape Town.
And there's no way I was ever going to marry a man I don't know — especially one I don't know
how he acts when he's angry.
Aii, Baba… I know you love me like the queen of Zulu blood I am.
But tomorrow, I disappear.
Gone girl. For real.
Scene 3–8: Change of Plans
"Today is the day I run away from this hell I've called home — in search of a better life.
I know my mother will be disappointed.
My father might disown me.
But some of us need to sacrifice love… to survive."
3. Change of Plans
Thandeka stands at the window, restless. The sun hasn't risen, and her heart is racing. She looks at
the clock. Still no sign of Zizipho.
Thandeka (thinking):
Kuyenzekani ngo Zizipho? Bekumele kudala efikile manje. Nesikhathi sihamba kancane. Uma nje
engafiki… uzongazi kahle.
(What's happening with Zizipho? She should've been here already. Time is crawling. If she doesn't
show up, she'll see another side of me.)
She dials Zizipho.
Thandeka:
Okay, why is she taking so long to answer? Cold feet? Don't do this now, girl… Zizipho, please
pick up!
Zizipho:
(Answers)
Hello sisi, ngisemnyango — ungakhathazeki, sengifikile.
(I'm at the door. Don't worry. I'm here.)
She hangs up and knocks.
At the Door
Bab'Zulu:
(irritated)
Ekuseni kanjena… ubani manje?
(This early in the morning? Who is it?)
He opens the door and sees Zizipho. He calms instantly and smiles slightly.
Zizipho (bowing slightly, hands together):
Sawubona Baba. Ngize lana ngizolanda uThandeka. Angazi noma sekakutshelile ngomhlangano
weziNtombi oseqhubeka namhlanje.
(Good morning, Sir. I came to fetch Thandeka for the girls' church meeting — not sure if she
informed you.)
Bab'Zulu:
Cha, Ntombi kaDladla. Asazi lutho. Mhlawumbe ubefuna ukungitshela manje.
(No, Daughter of Dladla. I wasn't told anything. Maybe she planned to tell me now.)
Zizipho:
Ngicabanga ukuthi wayikhohliwe, Baba. Ngamukhumbuza izolo ebusuku. Kodwa uma ungavumi,
nami ngiyahamba ngedwa.
(I think she forgot, Sir. I reminded her last night. But if she can't go, I'll just leave without her.)
Thandeka (entering with her suitcase):
Sawubona Baba… sewuvukile?
(Good morning, Dad. You're awake already?)
Bab'Zulu (smiling):
Khululeka ngane yami. Sekuvele ukuthi uyafuna ukuya. Futhi sekuhle — usese ntombi nto,
uneminyaka engu-21.
Ngithi nina oMageba — hambani kahle, nibuye namaresults.
(It's fine, my child. I see you're dressed and ready. It's good — you're still pure, 21 years old. You
carry the name of Mageba well. Go and return with results.)
Thandeka (thinking):
Wow… now he's pretending like I didn't just greet him. Fine. Let's play the game.
(Ngempela vele lo Baba uzongiziba. Awu shame.)
Zizipho:
Siyabonga, Baba. Siyahamba manje. Sala kahle Mageba.
(Thank you, Sir. We're leaving. Stay well, Mageba.)
Thandeka:
Sala kahle Baba. Tshela uMama ukuthi ngizobuya ezintsukwini ezimbalwa.
("Thandeka, the lies! But hey, life.")
Ngiyanithanda nonke.
(Stay well, Father. Tell Mama I'll return in a few days. I love you all.)
Bab'Zulu:
Khululeka — ngizomtshela. Niphephe. Nihloniphe. Siyakuthanda, Thandeka. Ungasiphoxi.
(Be free — I'll tell her. Be safe. Be respectful. We love you. Don't disappoint us.)
They head around the back of the house to Thandeka's window.
Zizipho:
So now what? We need to leave — and taxis run out.
(Manje senzani? Amatekisi ayaphela.)
Thandeka:
Sisi, you're staying. I'm leaving for good. I'm taking the rest of my bags from the window, and you
can go back home.
(Eish, sisi — mina angibuyi. Lapha ngiyaphuma unomphela.)
Zizipho:
Ngiyenza ngathi angikuzwanga. Ngilapha ngenxa yakho, mfazi. Where you go, I go.
You don't know Joburg like I do. Uzongidinga.
(I'll pretend I didn't hear that. You'll need me there. Trust me.)
Thandeka:
It's fine. I'm going with Zak — he's based in Joburg.
("Zizipho, please stay behind bo!")
Zizipho:
Good. That way we won't waste money. Where is he?
Thandeka:
We're meeting at the station. That's where his car is parked.
Zizipho:
Aii ke sisi, let's get moving then.
Gauteng's waiting for us. Dade, kuningi osazokubona. Themba mina.
(Sister, there's a lot you'll still face. Trust me.)
Thandeka (smiling):
Let's go, sisi — before my man leaves me behind.
("Yah neh… I hope she behaves. She's my wild card, this one.")
Outside — Zak Arrives
Suddenly, a car speeds toward them. It's Zak's.
Zizipho:
Awukahle sisi… le moto eza kancane iyakubani?
(Who's car is this? It looks like it's coming straight at us.)
Thandeka:
Relax, that's Zak.
("But why is he speeding like that? And why didn't he text he was on the way?")
Zak pulls up, rolls down the window.
Zakhele:
Awu ntokazi yami! Walking so early in the morning? Ayi, my heart won't allow it.
Zizipho:
Eish bhuti, thanks for pulling through quickly. We didn't want to walk all the way to the station.
Thandeka (thinking):
Wait… Zak doesn't know about Zizipho. Yoh. Let me fix this before he snaps.
(Indaba engiyoyisho manje?)
Thandeka (quickly):
Oh babe, this is Zizipho — she's Zulu from her mom's side.
She's basically my sister. She's headed to Joburg too, to study and build her future.
Zakhele (caught off guard):
Awu Mageba? You didn't tell me you were bringing a plus one.
I only booked a one-bedroom B&B for us… we were supposed to leave today, but traffic's hectic —
so I planned for us to leave tomorrow.
Thandeka (thinking):
What's this now? We agreed we're leaving today. I can't stay another day or I might never leave…
What's going on with him now?
Zizipho:
You know what, guys? I'll just order a Bolt and we'll meet in Joburg.
Clearly, Zak made plans for the two of you. I'll grab a flight.
Peace.
Thandeka:
But sisi, we said we'd go together?
Zizipho:
Khululeka. Zak — treat her right.
We'll see each other in Gauteng. Byeee!
Zakhele:
No problem. Let me take her bags. Safe travels, Zizipho.
Thandeka:
Uhambe kahle, mngani — even if you're flipping the script last minute.
Zizipho walks away, taking a different path.
Thandeka (thinking):
Honestly? Maybe it's better this way.
It was never going to work with all three of us in one room.
Still, Zak's mood shift is strange. Why'd he book the B&B early?
Something's off.
What is he hiding?
Zakhele Ngcobo
Scene 1–8: Secrets Never Stay Buried
"My name is Zakhele Ngcobo. Born in Johannesburg, raised in Cape Town.
I met the love of my life there — her name is Thandeka Zulu.
But love and truth? They don't always walk hand-in-hand."
Zakhele's Voice-Over
Hi guys. I'm Zakhele Ngcobo.
I was born in Sandton, Johannesburg — my father's hometown. He's what you'd call a
businessman… in the taxi industry. If you know the game, you know blood is currency.
I grew up in Cape Town, my mother's hometown. I moved there when I was 17 — right when the
bloodshed in my dad's business hit its peak.
How did I survive?
Simple. My mother is a SAPS Commissioner.
Yep — crime and law, under one roof.
My dad thrived because of the intel my mom gave him.
But even all that strategy didn't save their marriage.
She felt used. And he wasn't the apologising type.
Today, I run a bakery in Jozi and work at a car dealership that imports and exports luxury vehicles.
I work under a man named Samson Xulu — honest guy… or so I've heard.
Do I support my dad's business?
No. I don't want to live in blood.
I left that world.
But you're probably wondering… "Why did Zak rush to Thandeka's place instead of waiting at the
station?"
Well…
Yesterday Night — After the Call with Thandeka
Zakhele (thinking):
Okay, that was unexpected. At least I don't have to convince her anymore.
She's coming to Jozi. Great. One thing off the list.
Incoming Call – Unknown Number
Zakhele:
Who's this now?
(Answers)
Hello?
Unknown Caller (breathing):
Remember what you did?
Zakhele (irritated):
I don't have time for games. Speak now or don't speak at all.
Unknown Caller:
If you hang up, I'll tell Thandeka your little secret.
Zakhele (pauses):
What secret are you talking about? And how do you know her?
Unknown Caller (low voice):
One question at a time, Mr Ngcobo…
Let's start with this — What did you do with the body?
Zakhele:
The body?
Who the hell are you?
Unknown Caller:
Call me your secret admirer.
Now — where is the body?
Zakhele (hangs up)
Mxm.
Phone Rings Again — Declined
Incoming Message:
"You can't run from the truth. I'll find you. And torment you.
Your mother won't save you this time.
TELL ME WHERE THE F**KING BODY IS."
Zakhele (panicked):
(Calls his father — straight to voicemail)
"Exe Tyma… sinenkinga.
Izivunguvungu zakudala zivukile.
I'll explain when I get to Jozi. I'm on my way."
This Morning – 04:40 AM at the Station
Zakhele (pulling up):
Ayi ke. UmaZulu, I'm here… better not be late.
Incoming Call
Zakhele (answers):
Hello, Mageba?
Unknown Caller (low voice):
Not Mageba…
And wow — she's looking good this morning.
Looks like someone's escaping…
Just like Mbali.
What did you do with her body?
Zakhele throws the phone down, loads his gun, and speeds to Thandeka's house — 120km/h.
At Thandeka's House
Thandeka:
Zak! What are you doing here? We agreed to meet at the station.
Zakhele:
Babe, you agreed. I never said I'd let you walk. No ways. Not my woman.
Thandeka:
Okay, Mr Gentlemen. Open the door and load my bags, please. I'm exhausted.
Zakhele:
Khululeka. Sengifikile mnyeni wakho.
(Relax. Your husband is here.)
Thandeka (laughing):
Not until lobola is paid, sir.
And why am I hearing you booked a B&B?
I thought we were leaving today?
Zakhele:
I lied. I didn't want your forward cousin tagging along.
My dad wouldn't handle her.
Thandeka:
She's my sister.
Wait — are we going to your dad's?
Zakhele:
Yes. Forgot to tell you.
Thandeka:
So what else are you forgetting? Like why you were speeding like that?
Zakhele (serious):
Let it go. Joburg awaits, Miss Zulu.
("I hate lying to you, but some secrets don't see daylight.")
Thandeka:
Fine. Let's go. I'm done waiting.
Meanwhile… Somewhere Behind
Zizipho (walking alone):
Ayi ke… Thandeka's man and I? Never.
He's too shady — even if he's hot.
A black Mercedes C200 pulls up beside her. A tall, dark man steps out.
Stranger:
Sawubona, ntokazi. Off to Jozi with all those bags?
Zizipho (blushing):
Yeah, I'm Bolt'ing to the station. Got a trip to Jozi today.
Stranger:
Perfect — I'm headed there too.
Want a lift?
Zizipho:
Hmm… sounds tempting.
But I don't even know you. Name?
Stranger:
Steve. Steve Xulu.
Just finished some business here in CPT. Heading home.
Zizipho:
I'm Zizipho kaDladla.
Nice to meet you, Steve. Let's go — I'm in a rush too.
Back in Zak's Car — On the Highway
Thandeka:
Babe?
Zakhele:
Yes, love?
Thandeka:
Do you think your dad will like me?
Feels like we're rushing this.
Zakhele:
If you love me, he'll love you.
He's been nagging me to get married.
Now I'm bringing him a wife.
Thandeka:
If you say so.
But once I start working, you'll barely see me.
Hope you're ready for that.
Zakhele:
Then forget the job.
I want my woman available when I want.
Thandeka:
Hawu! You want me to be a housewife?
I left that life.
Don't disappoint me.
Zakhele:
Relax, babe.
You'll have your freedom.
I'll support any career you choose.
Thandeka:
Good. I still want to travel and live before marriage.
Please be patient with me.
Zakhele:
Take all the time you need.
I'm not going anywhere.
("I just hope you don't change, Thandeka Zulu. Because I love you — and I'll make you mine… one
way or another. Mina nawe — sofa silahlane.")
Zakhele Ngcobo
Scene 3–8: Secrets Never Stay Buried
"My name is Zakhele Ngcobo. Born in Johannesburg, raised in Cape Town.
I met the love of my life there — her name is Thandeka Zulu.
But love and truth? They don't always walk hand-in-hand."
Zakhele's Voice-Over
Hi guys. I'm Zakhele Ngcobo.
I was born in Sandton, Johannesburg — my father's hometown. He's what you'd call a
businessman… in the taxi industry. If you know the game, you know blood is currency.
I grew up in Cape Town, my mother's hometown. I moved there when I was 17 — right when the
bloodshed in my dad's business hit its peak.
How did I survive?
Simple. My mother is a SAPS Commissioner.
Yep — crime and law, under one roof.
My dad thrived because of the intel my mom gave him.
But even all that strategy didn't save their marriage.
She felt used. And he wasn't the apologising type.
Today, I run a bakery in Jozi and work at a car dealership that imports and exports luxury vehicles.
I work under a man named Samson Xulu — honest guy… or so I've heard.
Do I support my dad's business?
No. I don't want to live in blood.
I left that world.
But you're probably wondering… "Why did Zak rush to Thandeka's place instead of waiting at the
station?"
Well…
Yesterday Night — After the Call with Thandeka
Zakhele (thinking):
Okay, that was unexpected. At least I don't have to convince her anymore.
She's coming to Jozi. Great. One thing off the list.
Incoming Call – Unknown Number
Zakhele:
Who's this now?
(Answers)
Hello?
Unknown Caller (breathing):
Remember what you did?
Zakhele (irritated):
I don't have time for games. Speak now or don't speak at all.
Unknown Caller:
If you hang up, I'll tell Thandeka your little secret.
Zakhele (pauses):
What secret are you talking about? And how do you know her?
Unknown Caller (low voice):
One question at a time, Mr Ngcobo…
Let's start with this — What did you do with the body?
Zakhele:
The body?
Who the hell are you?
Unknown Caller:
Call me your secret admirer.
Now — where is the body?
Zakhele (hangs up)
Mxm.
Phone Rings Again — Declined
Incoming Message:
"You can't run from the truth. I'll find you. And torment you.
Your mother won't save you this time.
TELL ME WHERE THE F**KING BODY IS."
Zakhele (panicked):
(Calls his father — straight to voicemail)
"Exe Tyma… sinenkinga.
Izivunguvungu zakudala zivukile.
I'll explain when I get to Jozi. I'm on my way."
This Morning – 04:40 AM at the Station
Zakhele (pulling up):
Ayi ke. UmaZulu, I'm here… better not be late.
Incoming Call
Zakhele (answers):
Hello, Mageba?
Unknown Caller (low voice):
Not Mageba…
And wow — she's looking good this morning.
Looks like someone's escaping…
Just like Mbali.
What did you do with her body?
Zakhele throws the phone down, loads his gun, and speeds to Thandeka's house — 120km/h.
At Thandeka's House
Thandeka:
Zak! What are you doing here? We agreed to meet at the station.
Zakhele:
Babe, you agreed. I never said I'd let you walk. No ways. Not my woman.
Thandeka:
Okay, Mr Gentlemen. Open the door and load my bags, please. I'm exhausted.
Zakhele:
Khululeka. Sengifikile mnyeni wakho.
(Relax. Your husband is here.)
Thandeka (laughing):
Not until lobola is paid, sir.
And why am I hearing you booked a B&B?
I thought we were leaving today?
Zakhele:
I lied. I didn't want your forward cousin tagging along.
My dad wouldn't handle her.
Thandeka:
She's my sister.
Wait — are we going to your dad's?
Zakhele:
Yes. Forgot to tell you.
Thandeka:
So what else are you forgetting? Like why you were speeding like that?
Zakhele (serious):
Let it go. Joburg awaits, Miss Zulu.
("I hate lying to you, but some secrets don't see daylight.")
Thandeka:
Fine. Let's go. I'm done waiting.
Meanwhile… Somewhere Behind
Zizipho (walking alone):
Ayi ke… Thandeka's man and I? Never.
He's too shady — even if he's hot.
A black Mercedes C200 pulls up beside her. A tall, dark man steps out.
Stranger:
Sawubona, ntokazi. Off to Jozi with all those bags?
Zizipho (blushing):
Yeah, I'm Bolt'ing to the station. Got a trip to Jozi today.
Stranger:
Perfect — I'm headed there too.
Want a lift?
Zizipho:
Hmm… sounds tempting.
But I don't even know you. Name?
Stranger:
Steve. Steve Xulu.
Just finished some business here in CPT. Heading home.
Zizipho:
I'm Zizipho kaDladla.
Nice to meet you, Steve. Let's go — I'm in a rush too.
Back in Zak's Car — On the Highway
Thandeka:
Babe?
Zakhele:
Yes, love?
Thandeka:
Do you think your dad will like me?
Feels like we're rushing this.
Zakhele:
If you love me, he'll love you.
He's been nagging me to get married.
Now I'm bringing him a wife.
Thandeka:
If you say so.
But once I start working, you'll barely see me.
Hope you're ready for that.
Zakhele:
Then forget the job.
I want my woman available when I want.
Thandeka:
Hawu! You want me to be a housewife?
I left that life.
Don't disappoint me.
Zakhele:
Relax, babe.
You'll have your freedom.
I'll support any career you choose.
Thandeka:
Good. I still want to travel and live before marriage.
Please be patient with me.
Zakhele:
Take all the time you need.
I'm not going anywhere.
("I just hope you don't change, Thandeka Zulu. Because I love you — and I'll make you mine… one
way or another. Mina nawe — sofa silahlane.")
Scene 4–8: "Ntombi kaZulu Meets Gauteng"
"Welcome to Jozi, Ntombi.
The city of gold.
It's time to prove I'm not just a Zulu girl by name —
but the spirit of my clan in flesh.
Now, time to meet the father-in-law…"
6 Hours Later — Arriving in Johannesburg
Thandeka (thinking):
Ngaze ngafika endaweni yegolide.
I'm so glad I chose to leave. Even though I didn't get to say goodbye to Mama…
But what's the point — she wouldn't have supported this.
Now it's time to blend in and show them — Thandeka Zulu is here.
Not to play — but to win.
Zakhele:
Babe, uvukile?
Thandeka:
Yeah, I'm up.
So… this is Jozi?
To be honest — Cape Town still looks better.
Zakhele (laughing):
Ntombi, this is just the surface of Gauteng.
You haven't even seen the best parts — the real gold.
Big towns, mansions, business hubs… you'll love it.
Thandeka:
Awu ke. Let's go see this big Jozi of yours — maybe then I'll get excited.
Zakhele:
Khululeka sthandwa.
There's a lot coming your way.
But first — we visit my father.
Then you can explore all you want.
Thandeka (thinking):
Yah neh… Bab' Ngcobo.
Today will be a long one.
I hope I make the right impression.
I didn't come all this way to lose now.
Zakhele:
What's wrong? You've been quiet.
Thandeka:
Nothing. I just hope your dad likes me.
Zakhele:
He will.
He won't just like you — he'll love you.
Thandeka (smiling softly):
Okay. I trust you.
At the Bakery
Zakhele:
Before we head home, we stop at the bakery.
Need to check on things — phela, business must run.
Thandeka:
Bakery?
Zakhele:
Konje… you didn't know I own one?
We do wedding cakes, funeral cakes, event cakes.
Soon — a franchise.
Thandeka:
Mr Bakery himself?
Okay — I expect a free chocolate sugar-dime cake today.
Zakhele:
Whatever you want. Consider it done.
Meanwhile: Zizipho & Steve in Jozi
Zizipho:
Finally! I'm so tired. My whole body's stiff from sitting.
Steve:
At least we've arrived.
So… where should I drop you?
Zizipho:
Honestly?
I don't even know.
I was just helping my cousin escape with her man.
Now I've got nowhere to go — but I'm here with you.
Steve:
Wait, what's your cousin's name?
Zizipho:
Thandeka Zulu.
Her guy's name is Zakhele…
Something about his surname confuses me.
Steve:
Zakhele Ngcobo?
Zizipho (surprised):
Yima ke! You know Zak?
Steve:
The Ngcobo family is big in Jozi.
Respected. Powerful.
Zak works at my father's company.
We just had a business meeting in Cape Town last week.
Zizipho:
So… they have money?
Steve (smirking):
Where we're headed?
It's royalty.
Zizipho:
Now you're scaring me.
Steve:
You hungry?
There's a spot nearby — serves proper meals.
Zizipho:
Ngiyabonga!
Some of us live off food, you know?
Steve (laughing):
Then as a gentleman — I'll take you there.
And after that, I'll drop you at the Ngcobo estate.
Back at the Bakery
Zakhele:
Welcome to Ngcobo Bakery.
Whatever you want — on the house.
Thandeka (thinking):
Wow… this place is huge.
And he called it a "small-time" business?
Nah… something's not adding up.
Zakhele:
Order what you want.
Also, get a vanilla cake for my dad — he loves that.
I'm heading to the office quickly.
Thandeka:
Got it.
She walks to the counter.
Thandeka:
Hi guys — wow, you have every flavour imaginable!
Staff Member (smiling):
Mr Ngcobo doesn't go small.
He builds big. His family? Highly respected here in Jozi.
So, what can we get for the new Mrs Ngcobo?
Thandeka (blushing):
Oh… not yet.
Okay — I'll take a vanilla cake and—
(She glances toward Zak's office — sees him angrily shouting at a security guard.)
Staff:
Mam?
Thandeka (snapping back):
Askies.
And chocolate cake, with white cream on the edges.
Thandeka (thinking):
Why is he yelling?
What did that guard do?
Something about all this doesn't feel right.
But I came here for a purpose.
Don't lose focus.
Zakhele returns, smiling — mood completely changed.
Zakhele:
Did you order the cakes?
Thandeka:
Yes…
But what happened in there?
Did you fire that man?
Zakhele (dodging):
What? No.
Just giving him a proper wake-up call.
He was slacking.
Thandeka (watching him closely):
Hmm… okay.
Let's go meet your father.
Zakhele:
No stress.
Guys, deliver those cakes to my house, please.
Staff:
Sure, Boss!
Leaving the Bakery
Zak and Thandeka step into the car. Across the street, an unmarked black BMW i7 sits quietly.
A mysterious man in sunglasses watches them.
He starts the engine… and follows.
Scene 5–8: The Wolf's Den
"The man known as Bab' Ngcobo —
Taxi King of Jozi.
A feared, respected, and powerful patriarch.
I came to Jozi for answers, but the truth?
Sits in his hands."
Arriving at the Ngcobo Mansion
As Zakhele's car pulls into the gates, Thandeka looks out the window… speechless.
Thandeka (thinking):
Wow.
This isn't a house — it's two mansions merged into one.
What kind of business are they in to afford this?
Illegal? Bloody? Dangerous?
Zak… what have I walked into?
Zakhele:
Welcome home, sthandwa sam'.
Time to meet the head of the Ngcobo family — my father.
Thandeka (nervous):
Wait, Zak.
You never told me your family lived like royalty.
You didn't tell me you were from this.
Why keep that from me?
Zakhele (cautious):
You'll get the full truth — no fairy tales.
But only after we do the introductions.
I promise.
Thandeka:
This better be real, Zak.
As they exit the car and head toward the door, it swings open unexpectedly.
Smanga (Zak's older brother):
Hawu! So you're just going to enter like you own the place, huh?
No one even greeted.
Zakhele:
Nix njani, bhuti omdala — she was just preparing herself to greet Bab' Ngcobo properly.
Smanga:
Ungazoganga lana. This isn't Cape Town.
But relax — this is home.
I'm Smanga. Eldest son. (Extends his hand.)
Thandeka:
(Shakes his hand.)
Kuyabonakala. You two look alike — the eyes especially.
I'm Thandeka kaZulu. First and last daughter.
Smanga (raising a brow):
As in… Zulu, Zulu?
Zakhele (defensive):
Why are we questioning that now?
Smanga (smirks):
Relax. Just asking.
Oh — and Xulu dropped off your girl's cousin earlier.
Zakhele:
Xulu what??
Zizipho is here??
Smanga:
Yep. Inside.
You'll find her in the living room.
Inside the House
They walk down the long marble corridor. Polished. Lavish. Power written in every brick.
Thandeka (thinking):
Smanga…
He walks like a man who's seen death.
This family's not normal.
This isn't just money — this is Mafia energy.
Zizipho:
Hawu sisi! At last — I've been waiting.
And wow… this house! Zak — this place is a palace.
Zakhele:
We built this with blood, sweat, and sacrifice.
Thandeka:
Wait… how do you know Xulu?
Zizipho:
He said he knows Zak from the business world.
Some car import-export thing.
Thandeka (thinking):
What the fuck.
A bakery, now a luxury car empire?
Who even ARE you, Zak?
Thandeka (aloud):
You work at… which dealership?
Zakhele:
Xulu Import & Export Dealership.
Thandeka:
You mean… the dealership that pushes million-rand luxury cars overnight?
Zakhele:
I'm the CEO.
My dad owns 50%.
And he runs half the taxi association in Gauteng.
Thandeka:
I ran away from this life…
And you brought me back into it — with love as bait.
You lied to me.
Zakhele:
Thandeka, wait —
I came to you humbly, not as some gold-dripping kingpin.
I had to know if you'd love me without the money.
I had to see if you were real.
Enter the King: Bab' Ngcobo
A deep voice echoes from the living room doorway.
Bab' Ngcobo:
That's cute.
Very cute.
Reminds me of my late wife — always hated flashy things too.
Zakhele:
Tyma…
Bab' Ngcobo:
Relax, everyone.
You must be Miss Zulu from Cape Town.
Zizipho told us all about you.
Thandeka (thinking):
Zizipho… I swear I'm going to kill you.
Thandeka:
I hope she said good things, Sir.
Bab' Ngcobo:
No need for "Sir."
Just call me Bab' Ngcobo.
Steve (enters, grinning):
Hey! Don't leave me out.
Steve Xulu. You know the name.
And this must be the famous Thandeka?
Zakhele:
Steve — meet my soon-to-be wife.
Thandeka.
Steve:
You too, huh?
I found my future wife right here.
Her name is Zizipho.
I'm sure you know her.
Zakhele (sarcastic):
Nice to know you're thinking with your brain for once.
Bab' Ngcobo:
Gentlemen — to the office.
We've got business.
Zakhele:
I'll be back, babe.
(He kisses Thandeka on the cheek.)
The Office — Secrets & Surveillance
Bab' Ngcobo:
I got your message.
Zakhele:
This situation… it's spiralling.
Bab' Ngcobo:
Smanga's already investigating.
My question is — who the hell is this person?
Steve:
You got your phone?
Zakhele:
Yeah… why?
Steve:
I've got a tech guy.
He can trace any phone — even burners.
Bab' Ngcobo:
Call him now.
Steve:
It'll take 3–4 days max.
Zakhele:
That's too long.
Bab' Ngcobo:
It's all we've got.
Make it happen.
Steve:
Got it.
What happens if we find him?
Bab' Ngcobo:
He'll wish he was never born.
Meanwhile — The Girls Talk
Thandeka:
So… you're dating a Xulu now?
Zizipho:
Don't come for me, sisi.
You of all people should understand.
He likes me. He's kind.
Thandeka:
But you just met him yesterday…
Zizipho:
I know.
But for a stranger, he made a good first impression.
And he didn't kidnap me — so that's a win.
Thandeka:
I just hope this doesn't blow up in your face.
Zizipho:
Did you see Smanga tho?
Yoh sisi…
Thandeka:
Don't start.
Steve, now Smanga? Pick a man.
Zizipho (grinning):
Steve is my man.
Smanga is just a daily snack.
Thandeka:
That's a thing?
Zizipho:
It is now.
Exiting the House
Zakhele and Steve return from the office.
Steve:
Ladies, it's time.
Thandeka — it was a pleasure.
We'll meet again.
Thandeka:
Zizipho — don't forget about me.
Zakhele:
Uhambe kahle, bafo.
Zizipho:
Bye, babe!
They leave the mansion. The sun is setting. Shadows grow longer.
Thandeka (thinking):
This house holds more secrets than I imagined.
Bab' Ngcobo… Steve… Smanga…
Everyone's playing a game.
But I've played mine too.
Now I'm in their den.
And I won't blink first.
Scene 6–8: Smanga's Secrets, Lovers' Truths
"Smanga Ngcobo.
The quiet wolf.
Older brother, war strategist, and executioner of legacy.
While love plays in the mansion — he drives into the night, plotting war."
Somewhere on the N4 toward Mamelodi
Smanga (thinking):
Zak really pulled it this time.
What a catch — stealing a Zulu girl like that from the Nkaba clan?
If Zizipho hadn't told us the whole story, we'd be blind.
But I know our father…
I just pray he doesn't plan on using her as a weapon again.
Phone Rings
Smanga:
Tyma?
(Answers.)
Hello?
Bab'Ngcobo (serious):
I need you to do something for me.
Smanga:
It's about Thandeka, isn't it?
Bab'Ngcobo:
She's our way back into Cape Town.
To take back what's ours.
Smanga:
We built our empire here, Tyma.
Why go back?
Bab'Ngcobo:
Have you forgotten why we left in the first place?
This is bigger than Jozi.
Call Nkaba. Tell him we have his "product."
Time for him to deliver our immunity for Cape Town.
Call Ends
Smanga (furious):
Wow.
Just wow.
Fuck Zak.
(Looks at phone.)
Let me just make the damn call.
Dials Nkaba
Nkaba:
Nkaba speaking.
Smanga:
We're going to do this slow.
We have Thandeka Zulu.
Nkaba:
What rubbish are you speaking?
Smanga:
Not rubbish.
Your little virgin Mary is in Jozi. With us.
Nkaba:
Not without proof.
(Ends call.)
Smanga:
What a stubborn bastard.
Anyway, I did my part.
Dials Zak – Voicemail
"Umfana ka Mapholoba lana, shiya umlayezo."
Smanga:
Boy — we need to meet. Bakery. Now.
Back at the Ngcobo Mansion — En-Suite Bedroom
Zakhele:
Babe, you good?
Thandeka (tense):
I'm confused.
Why didn't you tell me about this whole life of yours?
You left me in the dark.
Is this job interview even real?
Zakhele:
It's real.
Thandeka:
Should I believe that?
Or should I just be your next fool?
Zakhele:
Now you're making it sound like I planned all this...
Thandeka:
Didn't you?
Phone Rings
Thandeka:
Who's this?
(Picks up.)
Hello?
Oh — it's for you.
Zakhele (takes phone):
Hello?
Smanga:
Yini ngawe, boy? Why's your phone off?
Zakhele:
Gave it to Steve. He's handling something urgent for me.
Smanga:
Forget that.
Come to the bakery — now.
We need to talk. Urgently.
Zakhele:
I can't. I'm with Thandeka.
Smanga:
It is about her.
Zakhele:
Smanga — not now.
(Hangs up.)
Thandeka:
Wait, how does Smanga even have my number?
Zakhele:
I once used your phone to call him.
Thandeka:
I'm not mad, Zak.
I'm just disappointed.
I thought you believed I'd love you even without all this… power.
Your family welcomed me like I was one of them —
No side-eyes. No tension.
Almost like… they were expecting me.
Zakhele:
Don't overthink.
Just flow with it. That's how you survive with them.
Thandeka:
I need to bathe.
Pass me a towel?
Zakhele:
Do I get to join?
Thandeka:
Only if you behave.
Remember — I'm still untouched.
Zakhele:
Khululeka.
Intokazi ngiyayihlonipha.
(Places towel on her shoulders.)
Thandeka (whispers):
But what if this intokazi says…
you can do anything you want with this body?
Zakhele (gently):
Then I will obey.
They start kissing passionately.
Zak's hands slide down, gripping Thandeka's waist and squeezing tightly.
She moans softly into his lips…
Knock knock.
Zakhele (frustrated):
Who is it?!
Veronica (softly):
Sorry to interrupt.
Bab'Ngcobo requests Mr. Zakhele and Miss Thandeka in the dining room.
Zakhele:
Thank you, sisi. We'll be right there.
(Whispers to Thandeka.)
We'll finish this tonight.
Thandeka:
Go ahead. I'll join you after bathing.
Zak leaves. Thandeka watches the door close behind him.
Thandeka (thinking):
Wow.
I didn't think coming to Jozi would mean walking into the most powerful family in town.
I hate to say this…
Even if Zak does love me…
Is it real?
Because I came here with a mission.
And that mission is far from over.
Scene 7–8: When the Past Comes Knocking
"Just when I thought I had the perfect escape,
One call — and the whole truth crumbles.
I should've known…
My father will kill me for this."
At the Zulu Residence — Cape Town
A black luxury vehicle parks outside the Zulu homestead. The door opens. Out steps Nkaba —
calculated, powerful, and deadly serious.
Zulu (surprised):
Nkaba?
What brings you here today?
Nkaba (stone-faced):
Zulu.
We need to talk. Urgently.
Zulu:
This better not be about Thandeka.
Nkaba:
It's exactly about her.
Zulu (tense):
Alright. Let's speak in my office.
Ma'Zulu — please bring us a drink. Scotch.
Ma'Zulu:
Right away, Baba.
Inside the Office
Zulu (closing the door):
Speak.
What happened to my daughter?
Nkaba:
That's what I came to ask you, Zulu.
Where is she?
Zulu (defensive):
She left for a girls' church trip — with Dladla's daughter, Zizipho.
Why?
Nkaba:
Wrong answer.
She's not on a church trip.
She's in Johannesburg.
Zulu:
What?!
She wouldn't dare — we agreed! She promised not to go there!
Nkaba:
I received a call.
From a man in Jozi.
He claims to have Thandeka Zulu — your daughter.
Zulu (jaw tightens):
That... doesn't make sense.
She said she was pursuing a teaching interview.
Maybe she… changed her mind.
Nkaba (leaning forward):
Do you remember our agreement?
Zulu (nods):
Yes. I do.
Nkaba:
Then fix this.
She was promised to the Nkaba house.
I expect her back by the end of the week.
Let's not allow blood to spill… unnecessarily.
(A knock at the door — Ma'Zulu enters with a tray, placing down two glasses of Scotch.)
Nkaba (lifting his glass):
Siyabonga, MaZulu.
Now Zulu — handle this.
Quickly.
Zulu:
I have someone in Jozi.
I'll get to the bottom of this.
Message Alert – Nkaba checks his phone
Nkaba (reading aloud quietly):
"Hello Nkaba,
I hope you're well.
This message is to let you know — we both need to handle this matter quietly.
I have what you want.
You have what I desire.
Call this number when you're ready to talk… business."
Nkaba (to himself):
Who the hell is this?
He gets up and leaves, walking straight to his car, now boiling with questions. The car pulls off fast
into traffic.
Back Inside — Zulu Lounge
Zulu (to Ma'Zulu):
She never went to that girls' trip…
She's in Johannesburg.
Ma'Zulu:
I told you to ease up on her.
She's not a child anymore.
Zulu (furious):
You know what Jozi is!
That place will swallow her whole.
She must return — immediately.
Ma'Zulu (defiant):
So she can marry into the Nkaba clan?
No, Baba. Not like this.
Zulu:
If we go against Nkaba —
We lose everything.
He's powerful.
We must give him what he wants.
Ma'Zulu:
You give it.
Leave me out of it.
Zulu:
Fine. I'll handle it myself.
Thandeka (Narration)
"So much for a solo mission…
Now my father knows I'm in Jozi.
I can already feel the fire from here.
Everything that felt smooth yesterday —
Now feels like it was never real.
Somebody hijacked my plan.
And now I'm being hunted."
Scene 8–8: The Father Knows
"They say when a daughter runs, a father follows.
But in this world — love is a weapon.
And I might be the bullet in someone's gun."
Back at the Ngcobo Mansion – Dining Room
Zak enters the dining room, where Bab'Ngcobo sits alone, expression unreadable.
Zakhele:
Hawu, Tyma — why you sitting alone?
Bab'Ngcobo (calmly):
Ngimele wena ndodana.
Where's Thandeka?
Zakhele:
Still bathing.
Veronica said you needed both of us?
Bab'Ngcobo:
That was a test.
Truth is — I only need to speak with you.
And what I'm about to say?
You're not going to like it.
And quite frankly — I don't care if you do.
Zakhele (tense):
Tyma… what's this about?
Bab'Ngcobo (smirking):
First — I want to thank you.
You brought us a true Zulu jewel.
A woman any man would kill for.
Well done, Mapholoba.
Zakhele:
Thank you, Tyma.
But… why the speech?
(Smanga enters the room, arms crossed — energy cold.)
Smanga:
It's about Thandeka.
Zakhele:
What about her?
Bab'Ngcobo:
You know we've long planned to return to Cape Town.
Finish what was started.
Zakhele (nods):
Yes, but what does that have to do with Thandeka?
Smanga:
She's from Bellville, Zak.
Zakhele:
I know. I picked her up myself.
Where are you going with this?
Bab'Ngcobo:
Bellville is home to Sakhile Zulu.
Yes — that Sakhile.
The same one who knew Commissioner Nkaba.
Your girlfriend?
She's the key to restoring our empire in Cape Town.
Zakhele (frozen):
You're saying… Thandeka is our pawn?
Smanga:
She's not just a pawn.
She's our checkmate.
Bab'Ngcobo:
It's time we reclaim what Ma started.
And Thandeka is our way back in.
Zakhele (shocked):
I don't believe this…
Meanwhile… Upstairs — En-Suite Bathroom
Thandeka steps out of the bathroom, towel wrapped, refreshed and unaware of the war forming
below.
Thandeka (thinking):
What a house.
Every corner has a door.
Every person has a private kingdom.
Is this wealth — or is it control?
Phone rings — CALLER: Baba
Thandeka (answers):
Sawubona Ma—
Oh… Baba?
Bab'Zulu (furious):
Thandeka, buya ekhaya. NOW.
Thandeka (nervous):
Baba…
I— I thought you—
Bab'Zulu (cuts her off):
I'm tired of the lies.
Come back home — or never call this number again.
If you choose them, forget us.
Forget being a Zulu.
Call Ends
Thandeka (stunned):
Damn it.
How did he find out?
I thought I had three days to finish the mission…
Now everything's falling apart.
Someone… someone told him.
Zizipho wouldn't.
Then who?
Inner Monologue — Thandeka's Breakdown
Do I go back home?
Or finish what I started?
This house… this man…
Zak.
He's in too deep now.
I can't just vanish.
But what if I already lost everything?
Zak Enters
Zakhele:
Babe?
You okay?
You look… stressed.
Thandeka (still processing):
My father.
He called.
He wants me home.
By tomorrow.
Zakhele:
What?
I thought your plan was airtight.
Thandeka:
So did I.
Until I got a call from my furious father.
He knows I'm here.
And I don't know who told him.
Zakhele:
What now?
Your interview's tomorrow.
Thandeka:
I don't know.
I'm stuck.
Zakhele (soft):
Can I ask you something?
Thandeka:
Of course.
Zakhele:
Is your father's name Sakhile Zulu?
Thandeka (suspicious):
Yes.
Why?
Zakhele:
Did he… ever work for a car import/export business?
Thandeka:
He did.
But I don't know the name.
Zakhele:
He worked for… Xulu Export Company.
Thandeka (fakes surprise):
Oh?
That sounds familiar…
I didn't know the name, though.
Why do you ask?
Zakhele:
No reason.
Just wanted to confirm something.
Thandeka (thinking):
Bingo.
I knew it.
The Ngcobos.
The Xulus.
The Zulus.
All connected.
This is it — my breakthrough.
My father lied.
They all did.
But I'm here now.
And I'm not leaving until I know the full truth.
End of Volume On