Miseducation

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There's Ms. Party!

- She's a legend. - She is the moment.

Look, if you are not at Mbali's 19th, then

where the fuck you at?!

Thuli.

Bitch, who still says that?

-Move on. Respect yourself. -

Yeah!

-Give it up for Costa Titch! -

-And happy Mbalichella! -

-Get into it. -Get into it.

- Girl! -Okay. So

My mom got me this Cartier bracelet for my birthday.

Wow!

And I don't know. I feel like we should eeh, bless it!

Drip drip honey!

Get the fuck out of my shot!

-Oh, sweetie! -Oh my God.

-I didn't recognize you -Babe...

without your nine inches.

Babes, you're reminding me of my ex.

-Guys, let's party. -

Yo, Mbali! Listen up.

This is for my person.

Mbali! Mbali, my first single

is dedicated to you. Let's go.

Yeah, yo!

Yeah. It's you. Let's go.

- Woah. - Bethuel, what the hell?!

Eh, yo. It's Uncle Drip.

I don't care about that

dumb stage name and I didn't invite you. So get out of here.

But I want you back.

But I don't.

Look, our brands don't align anymore.

Okay? High school's is over.

-New year, new boyfriend. -

-Yoh! ...Forget this, bro. Forget it.

Get out of here.

Ex-boyfriends? Am I right?

Let's get ready to the groove!

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Move!

Move away!

Get out of my way. Turn off the music!

Come here!

Go, get out!

-Mom? -You, come here.

Come here!

Leave right now!

My goodness. Ma'am.

Where's your passport?

- Who the fuck are they?! -

Mrs. Hadebe,

we are the Asset Forfeiture Unit.

Shit!

-Remove your filthy hands off me. - Leave her paintings alone.

No! This is a gift from the president of Ghana.

You better leave me alone.

No!

I am begging. You can't take this.

Don't take those documents.

Leave my jewelry.

That's my late husband's.

Leave madam's belongings.

I know my rights.

No.

No, not that one! No.

Wait!

The Minister of Grants just got raided.

- Let go of it. - This is crazy.

Ma'am, may I ask you to...?

Get out!

We had no idea Mbali and her mom were so dodgy.

Like, who steals grant money from the poor

and still rocks last season's Gucci boots?

Are you not embarrassed?

Mbali Hadebe is cancelled.

Please respect our privacy at this very difficult time.

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Yes?

Smarty Pants! You think you're clever.

You throwing a lavish party without my permission?

Do you know how hard it will be to spin this?

This is all your fault!

People want me dead.

My friends cancelled me. I had to delete my IG.

How the hell am I supposed to go to varsity with them next month?

Friends? Is that all you're worried about?

You'll make new friends.

Where?

Not that you care.

I mean, you didn't even remember

-that it's my birthday so... - Sister...

Listen here, my girl,

I don't have time for birthdays. I have bigger problems.

I need to find a new varsity, Mom.

-What?! -I have to!

People already hate me on campus.

Are you hearing yourself?

Stop being a drama queen!

I already paid your fees.

Where else will I get the money from?

My accounts are frozen.

And you know that.

I'll use dad's money.

You know that his money will not get you anywhere.

That won't get you through the first semester.

- I know you. -

It's enough to get me away from you.

Fine.

But don't come crying to me asking for money.

You'll eventually go hungry.

I'll give you a week, and you'll see for yourself.

Mom everybody knows that no one eats during hot girl summer.

- Whatever. -

Yes. I, I understand that applications are closed

but can you make any exceptions?

Okay, how much for a special donation?

Special donations are from 500 in cash.

Um...

Do you accept NFTs?

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Phindi. Not you abandoning me too.

I can't stay. I have to go.

What am I supposed to do now? I mean, my life is over.

Come here.

I have to find a new varsity.

Somewhere where no one knows me.

I still think you should go to Wits but...

Why don't you try and apply in small universities?

You have Bloemfontien,

Pietermaritzburg and even Makhanda.

What the hell is Makhanda?

Don't you know?

That's the new name for Grahamstown.

Oh, hell no.

I am not desperate enough for Makhanda.

Oh. My. God.

I'm gonna hate it here.

Yeah. I'm gonna love it here.

Oh woah.

Oh my God. Okay.

What did she pack in here?

What else? Food.

She's been cooking for the last few weeks for you.

Oh, y'all just stand there. I got this. Don't worry.

My boy.

-I got one thing to say to you. -Uh-huh.

Hmm! You're going out to the wide world.

Look after my car.

-Okay. Thank you. -Come here.

- Okay. -Come here.

-Okay. -Everyone, come here.

Okay. Okay, thank you. Gotta go.

-Love you. -I love you, Mom.

-Bye, Mom. -Bye.

Bye.

Oh... Jayshan!

-Jayshan. -Yes.

No distractions, huh? Focus on school.

-No girls. -Yes mom, no worries.

No girls.

Let's get this done.

I guess that was a bad joke then.

Sivu, my boy!

-How is it, homie? You're good? -Easy man.

Great. It's nice to see you.

I'm sorry. What?

I was saying that

we should swap insurance details.

-Oh, cause you just... -Um, yeah!

I see what you did there.

-Funny. -

Look, how about you make it up to me,

by voting for me as SRC president?

Isn't that a little too early to be talking about elections?

Not at GU, it isn't. It's uh... big thing.

You're...Sivu Levin?

- Yeah. -

I watched your race like a million times.

I'm a rower too.

-I'm going to be in the Olympics, -Oh!

just like you.

-Were you in the Olympics? -And he won bronze.

Can we get a picture?

-It's...That's weird -No, it's not. Never. Come on.

Yeah!

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Got it.