The NARRATOR puts on a crumpled hat, transforming herself into the benevolent old man, MKHULU, who ushers NANDI into his home, all the while glancing suspiciously over his shoulder to ensure no one is watching.

To indicate we are moving into an interior of a home, a window frame is projected on the shadow screen behind.

MKHULU [In a frightened whisper]: Woza … woza … woza … come … come in.

The old man shuts the door quietly behind him, dusting off surfaces as he goes. He places the table centre stage while untying the red sash and laying it over the table as a tablecloth. Although the room is sparse, it is clear that the old man takes enormous pride in his home. It would also seem from his enthusiasm that he has not entertained a guest here for many years.