Mr. Yardman needs casual laborers to work at his farm. He is harvesting his maize and believe you me; he would have given you some green maize for food.
Nancy: I was also not around either. I went to search for what we could eat but unfortunately, I did not succeed (The son moves closer to her, probably to “confirm” her level of intoxication. She is known for spending the little money she gets from casual work on buying alcohol and leaving the son without enough food).
Andrew: Mum …I’m …. I mean your eyes are bloodshot, you are … I am sorry, but I am convinced you have taken too alcohol again after last week’s drama (feeling upset). Where did you get all the money for alcohol and not for food?
Nancy: (Looking away). My son, are you sure you expect an answer to that question? Okay, I will answer you. My friend Caro came to this town and bought for me one bottle … err. I mean only one bottle. Don’t you see I am very stable; I’m not staggering like I did last week? Do not worry about me, I am good. Get in right there, you’ll find some food I left for you to eat (Feeling relieved, she lets out a long breath and buries her face in her hands).
Andrew: (Advances into the room, uncovers the food, takes one bite and pauses for a moment) Ugh! … Mum this food is cold and too salt. When did you cook it? (He proceeds to munch the reaming portion of boiled rice, and drinks water. Tired and feeling disenfranchised by his mother’s constant habit of alcoholism, poor hygiene and laziness, Andrew proceeds to sleep on a mat at the farthest corner of the room. Nancy joins him after about 15 minutes and starts talking to herself).
Nancy: Everything around me is thick; to others it is tick; I am tired and sick; nothing good to pick. Perhaps with my husband I would be better-off managing this boy who eats like… like ants, and needs other basic needs