Lulu : Just a minute. (glug, glug.) Who is it? (glug glug).
Mum: Did you mobile money me a quarter of the rent, Lulu? Is that where you get the right to lock doors in my house?
Lulu: Is the door locked? I have no idea how that happened. I didn’t even know it could close. Mummy, we have to have a word with the architect. (Glug, glug).
Mum : You had better have a boy in there cos if I find that you have been drinking my soda you will wish things.
Lulu : (Glug, burp) Just a minute…
Mum: You think this door will protect you from my sapatu? The sapatu is mighty. It laughs at your puny doors. Now open in two seconds.
Lulu: It wasn’t me. You have no habeas corpus. It could have been daddy.
Mum: Daddy doesn’t drink anything but Johnnie Black. Times up. Open the door or I’ll huff and I’ll puff…
Lulu finally opens door.
Mum: Breath check.
Lulu: I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have a cough. Might be ebola.
Mum: Lulu, where is my soda?
Lulu : Um… Beg your pardon?
Mum : Don’t look at me like a UPE student, you know exactly what I mean.
Lulu : Oh, that soda. Of yours. Um… Yeah. I ronno.
Mum: Well do you know where your scrawny little thieving butt is? Cos this kiboko is just about to find out…
The rest is history.