In a quiet allegory on the fragility and volatility of power, a young woman find herself on a rattling taxi to a reality in a new South Africa that is too similar to the old. "Always late" she is scolded by, presumably, her grandmother and falls right into the older woman's shoes as a domestic worker and care-giver. Slowly walking through the quiet home, she seems to imagine herself in the house but under different circumstances. But her reality awaits, so she opens the windows and tends to the old man of the house, lifting him from his slumber and assuring that he has his time in the sun. A dance of grace, restraint, helplessness and frustration to the point of rage unfolds as we watch a young woman silently buck against her job as a care taker to an old white man whose fragility illuminates her potential power at the same time as it reaffirms his own. In a moment of rage turned madness, she sinks the old man during his bath, submerging him underwater as the full might of her power descends on her, but no sooner has she realized that power that it is drained from her and she is left with nothing but panic. She quietly settles back as a caregiver and their dynamic continues seemingly unchanged in a true South African ending.
—Julie Nxadi