Thursday, June 15, 2006

Shameless Self Promotion (that has nothing to do with Africa)

LittleRedSquare.com
So thats the link to the web page for the play I'm in this summer. It has lots of cool information about show dates and times, set mockups, pretty colors and info about my writer and director (and I think my name may even me on there somewhere). AND its really well put together. I had no idea Sam had such mad HTML skillz. It's like we are actually semi legit or something.
Go, explore, sign up for the mailing list, decide which show you want to see, and maybe even donate?

Mozambique!!!

A street in Inhabane
I just got back from a trip to Mozambique. I went with 4 of the other Americans and it was very much a last minute thing. But it was a fantastic time.
There’s not actually that much to say we did. We mostly lounged around and took long walks. But it was beautiful and chill. Just the way to end the school year.
Mozambique is very beautiful and very poor. Things have improved greatly in the 10 years since the civil war ended but the roads are, how to put this nicely? utter and complete crap. When Jennifer, Josh and I rented a car we were told we could take it into Lesotho, Swaziland, Namibia, Zambia, ZIMBABWE but if we wanted to take it into Mozambique our fees would double.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I said, “if we take the car into Zimbabwe there’s a good chance that it will be LIT ON FIRE. Why not Mozambique?”
“Because, young lady,” the man said “the roads really are that bad.”
The sidewalks in the capital also have these giant holes in them that go down for about five feet, sometimes more. And because there are no street lights (and I am a giant klutz) I was in constant fear for my life. But, I made it through alive.
The girls in Inhabane. Mama always told me to wear a hat, which is my excuse for my funny expression in this photo. Me, Tina, and Meryl.

We started out in Inhabane which is in the middle of the country. Its very rural and jungley with these beautiful palm forests.
Tina and Meryl outside of the hostel we stayed at in Inhabane.

We then went to Maputo which is the capital and where every single street is named after a communist leader. We stayed on Mao Tse Tung Ave.
A typical Maputo building.

My favorite picture of Tina

A market in Maputo, selling fresh produce, and live chickens as well as really really cheap clothes.

Tina in a beautiful fabric store that I had to be forceably removed from before I bought everything.

The way people get around in Mozambique (unless you are hideously wealthy and are tooling around in an SUV) are in Minibus taxis, or shupas (I think that’s what they were saying). They are also used in South Africa but in Jo'burg every person gets there own seat. Mozambique makes an art of packing as many people into these minibuses as physically possible. There was a point where I was sitting on Tinas lap and the mother sitting next to me handed me her infant to hold. Considering how protective westerners are of their children I was too shocked to appreciate the little bundle of cuteness in my arms.
this picture does not capture the cramptness of a shupa.


Random Fact: Theresa Heinz-Kerry, former first lady candidate, who is Mozambiquean, went to the University of the Witwatersrand (aka, my school).
Random Fact #2: The former Mozambiquan President Samora Machel’s widow, Gracia Machel is now married to Nelsen Mandela, making her the only person in the world to be the first lady of two different countries.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

CHAINS

Some last Chains pics.
Our cast and director Kgafela oa Magogodi (hes the one not dressed in a jumpsuit).

The girls of Chains (and Ben)

In the back : Tembisa and Ben
In front: Meryl, Me, Ntsako, Patience, Mbali

Ben and Nick and their chains.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Happy Birthday to ME!

Guess who just turned 21!

Sunday, May 28, 2006

I think this is incredibly beautiful

Antjie Krog is an Afrikaans speaking writer who now often works in English. Her book "A change of tounge" talks about the many changes the Afrikaner comunity has had to go through since the fall of Apartheid. She deals in a lot of her writing with how one deals with the guilt that comes from being the oppressor in a way that is wonderful and moving and inspiring and heartbreaking. I highly recomend her.
In my project on Afrikaans language theatre after 94 I came across this essay on translating Nelsen Mandela's Autobiography into Afrikaans. I think it is incredibly lovely so I typed up some of it for you:

However, the biggest decision that has to be made concerns the word ‘Africa.’ Who and what is an African? Mandela uses ‘African’ quite often in his book, but in a rather haphazard way: at the beginning ‘African’ means only the Thembu, then it means the Xhosa, and theater on it refers to everybody black. She enquires about Mandela’s use of the word, and is sent the following answer by his office: he means blacks and coloreds – the Indians and the whites are from the other continents, the blacks and coloreds not.
This may be Mandela’s logical explanation, but during the Treason Trial he used ‘African’ for everyone who wasn’t white, and on Robbin Island he told one of the Afrikaner warders that he was also an African.
The most important question must therefore be answered first: should she follow Mandela’s judgment on the meaning of ‘African’, or should she interpret his use of the word in context, to say that now he means ‘black in general,’ and now he means ‘not white,’ and now he means ‘only black and not colored or Indian?” Although interpretation is part of a translators work, this would perhaps be stretching it too far. In any case, Mandela’s own emotion enlargement of the concept of ‘African’ is an important motif throughout the story itself.
Then for the second obstacle. If she does retain Mandela’s use of the word ‘African’ as it occurs, what shape should the word take in Afrikaans?

“Maybe it is time that Afrikaans eyes and ears become used to the word “Afrikaan” in all its grammatical forms, instead of it always seeming , strange, like an imported construct.”
Of course, the word “Afrikaan” is used in Afrikaans but as an adjective it causes real problems. A man from America is an ‘Amerikaanses man’ or and ‘Amerikaner’. A man from Africa ought to be and ‘Afrikaanse man’ or and ‘Afrikaner’, but white Afrikaan speakers awarded themselves these titles centuries ago. As a result, Mandela cannot now be the Afrikaans equivalent of an ‘Afrikaansche man’ or ‘afrikanische Mann’ which onw would find in the Dutch and German translations – unless a serious broadening of the term is in the cards [See appendix 3]! The alternative is to use ‘Afrikaan man’ and ‘Afrikan’, but because this sounds so incorrect grammatically, most speakers simply use the word ‘Afrika’ as in ‘Afrika man’ or ‘man van Afrika’, which in turn leads to further confusion of meaning. ‘Afrikaan nasionalisme’ and ‘Afrika nasionalisme’ are surely two different concepts. If she uses this ‘new’ word, then Fort Hare will be an ‘Afrikaan’ university but Stellenbosch an ‘Afrika’ university.
Writers like Frantz Fanon and Es’kia Mphahlele have insisted that it is important after liberation to rethink society and rename it imaginatively. So as to ensure that old concepts and ideologies do not continue in the guise of the new. SO for her it is very moving to see how the word ‘Afrikaan’ for the first time finds its balance in a paragraph and rigs its sails to the winds of change: ‘’n Afrikaan kind word gebore in ‘n Afrikaan hospital, huis tow geneem in ‘n Afrikaan bus, leef in ‘n Afrikaan woonbuurt en woon ‘n Afrikaan skool by…” [An African child will be born in an Afican hospital, will go home in an African bus, will grow up in an African township and attend an African school.]

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

We were reviewed!

And its a possitive review!
The Friday Star

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Coming soon to a Theatre in the basement of the Wits Art School

Chains directed by Kgafela oa Magogodi is the culmination of four months of poetry in perfomance class. Its a strange theatre/poetry hybrid, in which poems and scenes written by us are tied together in a loose narative structure. The narative structure mostly involves us playing with the set which is SO COOL.



Thats right, we have a truck onstage (excuse me, a "baakie"). And we rigged it with weels so we can push it around. We make music with the oil drums, turn the tires into a bus, and dismanttle various pieces of junk. Its very strange and fun.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Trying to make sense of Zuma

So yeah. According to Judge Wilhem van der Merwe (quite the name, hey?) Jacob Zuma is not a rapist. Good. I’m glad. It’s kind of a disturbing realization when you find out that you wanted someone to be convicted. Why would I wish either a rape or jail on anyone?
And I realize that the reason why I wanted him to be convicted so badly is because I wanted a symbol, some sort of blow to all the men who rape women. Something to say that no matter how powerful you are, you can not get away with rape. And the problem with this case is it became about symbols for everyone. But Zuma is just a man and his accuser is just a woman and it is not fair to anybody. Much like what is going on in the Duke lacrosse case. Its so easy to forget that these are just people. That the boys are not all evil white boys (and I have definitely read editorials about how evil all lacrosse players are) and the woman is not all underprivileged black women.
And the thing about Zuma is that it became so tied up in women’s rights, and culture and ethnicity, and power struggles within the ANC. Zuma is a Zulu and the ANC is mostly Xhosa. There were some people who said that President Thabo Mbeki was forcing Zuma out because he’s a racist. Then there were people who said that it was a conspiracy by the Zulu Inkatha Freedom party to punish Zuma and to keep Zulus from defecting to the ANC.
Honestly, the ANC does not seem that well organized. From everything I’ve read it seems like a miscommunication. Which is a weird sort of limbo area between rape and not rape. Not that I have any idea what I'm talking about. No one knows what happened except Zuma and his accuser and even then memory is so fragile…
It really goes to show that a law court is no way to find out the (capital T) Truth.
(if I knew as much as my friend Jennifer I would start talking about post modern philosophy and how there is no such thing as one capital T Truth anymore and all we have now are our own little t truths. But I don’t know that much. But the idea of TRUTH v. truth is something I would love to explore in a play someday. Stay tuned.)
Redardless Zuma is a big efing idiot who should stay far away from public office.
1. The man had unprotected sex with an HIV positive woman.
2. he then showered to reduce his chance of getting the disease.
a. granted, the chance a man has of getting HIV this way is something like 1 in 100.
b. But that’s still like playing Russian roulette.
3. He said that wearing a sarong means that a woman is asking for sex.
And he said these stupid stupid things in a country with an incredibly high HIV rate and a HUGE rape problem. We were talking in class the other day about how pretty much every play written in the past 5 years deals with rape and someone asked why it was so prevalent as a theme and the only answer was “well, because, its incredibly prevalent in the country.”
And anyway, the real reason Zuma was forced out of government was due to corruption charges that he will face in July.
So yeah, moral of the story is that I have no clue. But I do know that going to the protest on Monday morning and then spending 4 hours glued to the TV waiting for the judgment to be passed down was one of the most emotionally draining days of my life.