Nobody Told Me

Nobody Told Me

On the square to watch a Masterpiece “Nobody Told Me” , very early on and you are looking at a Production of the Year contender. A Poignant, reflective, wrenching and deeply compassionate play exploring life in the Warsaw Ghetto, Poland for Jewish residents under German occupation. Nazi’s the instigaters – Swastikas, German efficiency, in uniform, Poland, WWII, heil Hitler.

Nobody Told Me is a contemporary stage play written by Luc Albinski. It’s a dramatic theatrical work inspired by true family history and the experiences of a Jewish doctor in World War II Warsaw. It follows the emotional journey of Wanda, now in her 80s, and her son Luc (the playwright), as they explore long-buried family secrets about Wanda’s mother — Dr Halina Rotstein, a Jewish physician who worked in the Warsaw Ghetto’s Czyste Hospital during the Holocaust. The story shifts between present-day conversations and flashbacks to the 1930s–40s in Warsaw, showing how Halina and her circle of young doctors faced impossible moral choices while trying to care for others under Nazi oppression. Rather than simply recounting historical events, the play focuses on private emotional landscapes, memory, identity, survival, and silence — especially on how hidden histories shape later generations.

The play explores Dr. Halina’s relationship with her daughter. Halina’s relationship with her daughter is the emotional heart of Nobody Told Me. It is not a relationship built on warmth or easy intimacy, but on duty, silence, sacrifice, and deferred love—the kind of love that survives catastrophe by becoming disciplined, restrained, and often misunderstood.

Halina loves her daughter fiercely, but her love is filtered through survival. As a doctor in the Warsaw Ghetto, Halina lives in a world where sentimentality is a liability. Every day is an emergency. Every decision has consequences measured in lives lost or saved. In this context, motherhood cannot look like softness—it must look like control.

To her daughter, this can feel like emotional distance. Halina does not always explain herself. She does not narrate her fear. She does not confess her pain. Instead, she acts:

She chooses work over emotional presence.

She prioritizes survival over comfort.

She withholds information to protect her child from terror.

From the daughter’s perspective, this restraint can register as coldness. But from Halina’s perspective, love means keeping her child alive at all costs, even if that means being misunderstood forever.

This is one of the play’s cruelest truths:
Sometimes love survives only by disguising itself as severity.

The production blends intimate storytelling with expressionistic, post-Brechtian and physical theatre conventions, aiming to make the audience feel the moral weight and human resilience beneath historical facts. Themes include memory and secrecy, duty versus survival, humanism in inhuman conditions, and the inheritance of identity. Music by Jeanne Zaidel-Rudolph and choreography by Vicky Friedman contribute to its immersive atmosphere. Wonderful design and sets by Wilhelm Desbergen and Gwendi Gourley.

Cast Members

Liezl de Kock 

André Lötter 

Aimèe Mika Komorowsky 

Mamodibe Ramodibe 

Damon Berry 

Khuthadzo Ndou 

Dihan Keun 

Jade Scheepers 

Andile Mgeyi 

Ngwedi Ramphele 

They are all outstanding performers, never a moment out of character – moving, emotive, poignant, heavy, nonchalant, murderous, heil Hitler. Soviets in the mix too.

The play is described as a tribute to those who healed others while facing immense danger, and as an exploration of silence and revelation within families and history.

It asks broader questions about identity, inherited silence, moral choices under oppression, and how stories once hidden can shape understanding in the present.

Congratulations Ilina Perianova with assistant director Renos Spanoudes and the whole team for a great show and a deserved standing.

Fedka the convict

Fedka the convict

No good scoundrel, criminal, living through other people’s labor. Victimizing the community, mugging, stealing, we need to show unity. Bring him to his knees, corner him so he doesn’t terrorize the community. Scumiest scum of them all, resides in filth, Fedka the convict. Lurks in the shadows of the night to short change you, clean you out like an empty register. A target if you are walking alone, drunk, or can’t register. Will take all your money, clothes and knife you to death, if you can’t register. Fedka the convict, a scoundrel, a slave to his impulses. Won’t woo a woman, he’d rather take by force to quench his impulses. Men not exempted, will spike his drink to quench his impulses. Scum, low life, irredeemable, rotten to the core, got released and did as before. Fedka the convict, serial stalker, observes in the distance and not a big talker. Then pops up in your face unexpectedly and you thought you were a walker. Not fast enough for a stalker, his job is to stalk her. Fedka the convict, wifebeater and drunkard, gambled away all the family’s money, then slept in the gutters until the night became sunny. His existence, sour with no honey. Fedka the convict, no backbone like a jellyfish, to get money is his biggest wish, to get it, he will do anything, offer his virgin hole without a kiss, take out someone you wouldn’t miss. Fedka the convict, when he finally got the money, went to the tarven and pissed it away. With the same company of people who always lead him astray. The cycle continues, Fedka the convict, no good scoundrel, criminal, living through other people’s labor.

Pap & Cabbage

Pap & Cabbage

I was never chasing money, I was always chasing dreams. My soul yearned for quality stories and content. I have that, I succeeded with flying colors. When money was mixed in the equation, those above me took advantage of me and used it against me. They ruled over me like tyrants because they saw the power they had over me. So I cut the money off so I could be free. Free of tyrants who thought they could dictate my life like God. Free of restrictions and redtape of the uniform. I was rewarded with more stories and content. I fell deeper in love with performance arts. I met amazing people. I never would have achieved this had I clinged on to the little money I was getting. I would have been sluggish, I would have been a slave to my impulses. I would have been trapped, living in a cycle of fear, abiding by false narratives, pleasing people who don’t care about me and my dreams. But that’s not the case, I am hungry and relentless. I am also “dot.com” now, there’s a difference, more visibility and full functionality. I will serve millions of people around the world with quality content. I am getting the know how, I am meeting people, I am getting stronger. My game-plan is spot on, delaying gratification will give me satisfaction. Money is the end game but it alone won’t make me happy. I need quality people too and I am building a database, so I am happy with my pap and cabbage everyday, it’s an economical model and it does the job. Sure, I’d like a steak but it’s expensive and the process doesn’t call for that. It wants me to tighten up, be resourceful and pierce ahead like a spear. Pap and cabbage everyday will get me there. It will enable me to produce quality shows, it will help me serve millions of people around the world. Keep focus, pap and cabbage is the answer, never get sidetracked. Pap and cabbage will teach you about responsibility. You will get money, it’s around the corner but first pap and cabbage. You are already there, you did it, stay steady with pap and cabbage. Pap and cabbage, boil it, fry it, add some salt and be on your way. Pap and cabbage is the foundation. Pap and cabbage will keep you humble. Pap and cabbage will give you the world.

Amy Winehouse: The Diva and Her Demons

Amy Winehouse: The Diva and Her Demons

On the Square for the Amy Winehouse: The Diva and Her Demons show, I thought it was opening night. Melidah set things right. Tonight is the preview, opening night is on Friday. Finger too quick on the trigger, Friday is too far. I’ll watch the preview tonight and come back tomorrow for the opening!

I’ve been excited about the show ever since I heard it’s coming on the square. Amy Winehouse is my favorite artist of all time! Couldn’t see her live but tonight was the closest thing to a Amy Winehouse concert. Kerry Hiles was amazing on Judy Garland’s “A star is born” – Amanda Bothma duh but she really did it this time! That just might be the best tribute show of all time! Incredible show! Kerry simultaneously narrates Amy’s life, it’s informative, intimate and insightful, she talks Amy’s early days, her parents, Blake, smoking Marijuana, crack cocaine, alcoholism, Frank, fashion sense, winning 5 Grammy awards in one night, Tony Bennett, Back to Black and her ultimate demise. Songs off Frank, Back to Black and Lioness: Hidden Treasures were performed. I lost my mind when I heard “Cherry” – I didn’t expect that! I lost total control of my body when they performed “You’re Wondering Now” and “Monkey Man”.

Other songs performed were “Me and Mr. Jones”, “Addicted”, “Valerie”, “Love is a losing game”, “Rehab”, “Tears Dry on Their Own”, “Take the Box”, “Stronger Than Me”, “Our Day Will Come”, “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow” and the posthumously Grammy award winning “Body and Soul” with Tony Bennett.

A perfect way to start off the new year! What are you waiting for? Go get your tickets now! They are only here for 10 days!

Kerry Hiles is on Vocals and the Bass.
Roscoe Nefdt plays the guitar.
Kristo Zondagh is on drums and suitcase – you’ll understand when you see the show.

The music is crispy fresh and reimagined. Kerry is mesmerizing on the vocals while Kristo lends his voice to the backup. I loved “Valerie”. It’s so cool they performed all the music that I loved. I couldn’t stop singing and dancing! What an experience! The theatre is going to have a hard time keeping me out – my spirit is screaming encore! I love Kerry Hiles even more now – she could never do wrong in my eyes.

Thank you Theatre on the square for bringing Amy Winehouse to me. My favorite artist of all time!

Congratulations Misery Loves Company for a great show and a deserved standing ovation.

📸: SamSays

Lower state of development (LSD)

Lower state of development

You gotta love me or leave me alone, you gotta love me or leave me alone. I can’t believe I have to address this again but my spirit demands this. I understand why we at the bottom, it’s because of a lower state of development. It’s the inherent hate we have for ourselves, when it’s suppressed, it’s projected onto other people who look just like us. So we live with this denial oblivious to the fact that it runs our lives. We sabotage each other, we spite each other, we never rise up, we trapped in a loop, the shadow has us, all this lower state of development. You gotta love me or leave me alone, you gotta love me or leave me alone, I am bigger than all this, the passive aggressive energy, the hate, the lower state of development. I don’t owe anybody anything, this I extend to everyone, my closest family members and friends included. If you think you have an influence on me because of materials, this will disappoint you. If you think your ego is above everything else, this will disappoint you. Take it, take everything you own, set me free. Take everything away from me and I am still going to be me. Screw everything you can take away from me, screw you too if you think you can manipulate or control me. This I mean sincerely, we don’t have to like each other, you don’t have to do me any favors. If you won’t elevate me then I won’t to you. Let’s keep some distance. Wake up, wake up, wake up, I am not some Fredo, if you put a hand on me, I’ll put two on you. Will never let anybody push me around, will never let anybody eat my food. You gotta love me or leave me alone, you gotta love me or leave me alone, and if alone is what I have to be, then so be it, I accept. I worked my whole life to be in this position, nobody is stopping me. You don’t have to approve, I don’t need your validation. Don’t need your opinions, you’ll only distort and gaslight my reality. I am done with all this unnecessary energy, it’s on the spectrum of lower development. I am aiming higher, if you are not with me then you are not a factor. Do what you can, sabotage where you can, spite when you get the chance, hate how you want to hate but keep your boundary. I am not on that trip, the lower state of development vehicle. I am fine alone. You gotta love me or leave me alone, you gotta love me or leave me alone, I am high vibration, I don’t concern myself with things of a lower state of development.

SLEG

SLEG

I am sleg, shut the door on your face and put the key in the keyhole to deny you access, I am sleg, ya, sleg. Stand in your way to hinder progress, bin your papers so you don’t process, I am sleg, ya, sleg. Heart black as sin, kwaal nothing you have seen, the examiner with a red pen failing students with zeal. Will void and temper your seal, just to see you beg and kneel, then deny you access because you pathetic and weak, closing powers like nothing you have seen. I am sleg, ya, sleg. Kwaal on another level, turn my back cause your not on my level. I am sleg, ya, sleg. Everything here is mine, mine, mine and you ain’t getting anything. The perimeter is mine, mine, mine, you ain’t getting in. Keep you out even in your dreams, will never ride with me even if you had cool rims. Jealousy and envy off the charts, deny you access even with the right paperwork so you don’t enter these parts. I am sleg, ya, sleg. I enjoy seeing people suffer, see them squirm with pain from my burning sulphur, masochist, I love pain, especially when others suffer. Schadenfreude, a smile on my face thereafter, because I am sleg, ya, sleg. Close the door and reenforce it with steel, confiscate your stuff, they were basically a steal. I am sleg, ya, sleg. Would push you out a moving car on the highway, I don’t care, things must happen my way. I don’t care if your family or friend, things must happen my way, or I cut you off like a useless limb so you don’t get in my way. Cause I am sleg and competition is not my way. I am sleg, ya sleg. I don’t care what you think of me. Will leave you hungry with no food, leave you stranded like you’re no good. Cause, I am sleg, ya, sleg. Closing powers like nothing you have seen before.

Spiteful bitch

Spiteful bitch

Spiteful bitch you made me stronger. I am laughing because you thought my back was against the wall but I couldn’t be more stronger. Should have believed you when you spewed hate against me but I was younger, vulnerable, confused, looking for your validation, when your heart was on vacation. You didn’t care, left me abandoned like a building occupied by drug addicts. Maybe I was an addict, craving for your love, that was never given. Instead you played the victim, when you are the one who opened your legs for that big dick. Should have wore a condom and avoided the leak from that big prick. What dreams? Don’t make me sick. Spiteful bitch you made me stronger, overplayed your hand, using the same maneuver, you became predictable, thought you were my God, how predictable. Searching for my weaknesses with a microscope so you can use them against me, weaponizing food to get at me. The presence of mind to know what works on you like Cain when he killed Able to spite God. Will never forget the schadenfreude on your face when I lost weight, it was your doing, you caused my fate. Not anymore it ain’t, will never give you that power because you are insane. Spiteful bitch you made me stronger, because of you I stand stronger. Will never let anyone play me like a fiddle, picking sides, nah, I’d rather stay in the middle. Acting big when you really are just little. Petty, prideful, egotistical, pointing fingers and sitting on the stands but never getting physical. You are right and everybody is wrong, how’s that for nonsensical? Control freak, power hungry, always has to be the one who speaks. Spiteful bitch, I believe you, you are clearly a cunt. Staying in role, you are even spiteful as a aunt. Hateful demeanor, stirring trouble, using people as pawns for your personal amusement. Everything is just a game to you isn’t it? Some sort of entertainment. Mine, mine, mine, it’s a sign, sign, sign of your immaturity and spiteful nature. Take it all, you spiteful bitch! We done! Spiteful bitch, you made me stronger.