Happily single, unattached without staples, we act like relationships are everything, well I am turning the tables. Fixated on long held beliefs, of people living in the past who couldn’t conceive, of the 21st century and what living in this time really means. Who said life is a checklist? Ticking items down like a wishlist. Marriage, kids before 30 is that on your list? Useless if you don’t meet the list? Working hard to sustain a myth that won’t give you peace. What happens when your imagined life won’t give you peace? Divorce, custody, yea it’s hard to keep the peace. Happily single, it needs to be about me. Single-minded and selfish but I am trying to get the cream. Providing for Africa is my dream. It’s a waste of time starring in somebody else’s dream. They be trying to change me to their specifications like my reality ain’t what it seems. Happily single, we act like children can’t be the spoke on the wheel, sure you can love the kid but is there denying that it’s slowing you down? Life is a steep hill battle and you can’t make it out of town. Formula milk exorbitant, that will drop your crown. Sure you love your kid but he can be a mistake, one to make you drown. Happily single, wasting my time chasing expectations, trying to fill a role, being someone society expects just to get a vote. Validation can’t come from the outside, it needs to be about me, that’s my quote. Redefining what my life should be and it’s strictly my vote. Can’t be chasing illusions and ghosts, visiting life when I am the host. Happily single, look at me, I am vibrant, I am free, doing things that come naturally to me, splurging on materials and not having to worry about the fees. Doing what I want not having to say please. Happily single, my ambition is me, working on all the things that interest me, putting myself first because it’s all about me. Happily single, self-love, in my prime, nobody can make me happy but me, willing to branch out but it starts with me. Happily single, the world doesn’t care about you as you get older, it’s liberation, so I mingle.
Happily single, unattached without staples, we act like relationships are everything, well I am turning the tables.
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.
This was never my dream nor the plan. I have a degree, I was a teacher, I had purpose. Nowadays, not so much. It’s difficult to love myself but I do my best. I have to concede, I miss it, teaching, having a purpose, contributing something of substance to humanity. I miss being around students and how their eyes would light up after achieving a milestone. I am swerving off the road but I remember when a student of mine got his drivers license, the next day he came up to me and he shared his news, his eyes beamed with excitement, satistifation and pride, possibilities opened up for him and he couldn’t wait for the future. That’s what I miss the most, youthful exuberance. I miss teaching Shakespeare, I love Shakespeare, Othello, Macbeth, Hamlet. This was never the plan, I loved my job, I had purpose, I come from a religious background, I grew up a devot Christian, I never wanted to dance nude on camera for the internet. But life did it’s thing, I was drowning in student loans and credit card debts. The cost of living is too high and inflation a bitch, consumer products keep rising, meanwhile my salary is stagnant. I can’t do anything, I am trapped in a loop and I am also 3 months from being homeless. This was not the plan, dancing and posing on camera for the internet but I had to do it, for the money, the validation and a better life. OnlyFans was my only salvation, at first I hid my face, I tried to be anonymous but somehow it leaked on Twitter. I am guessing someone was looking me up and somehow put 2 and 2 together because next thing I knew, I was trending, I live in a small town, everybody knew. I was suspended and later fired from work, OnlyFans became the center of my universe. Digital prostitution, I am one of the lucky ones, a lot of girls are lured into this life and don’t make much money. Some of these girls end their lives after they realize it’s not as glamorous as advertised. Cause you selling your ass on the internet and sometimes you just don’t move any units but the cost of production haunts you for the rest of your life. Last year I made a cool 2 million. Maybe luck is the wrong word, you gotta invest in the platform, market yourself, produce quality content, you can’t do much with 12 pictures and 3 videos, men are visual creatures, you have to stimulate their imagination, give them something they don’t get from other creators, set yourself a part, keep them coming to see your content. Pornography is free and rife on the internet, how are you going to distinguish yourself? Just some advice, more than 200 pictures and 60 videos is good when you are starting out. Bikini shots and nudes but you have to pick your platforms, for example, you can’t post naked pictures on Instagram, that will get your account removed but you can get away with it on Twitter. Do what you can, fuck who you need to fuck, get your money and reinvest in another area. That’s what I did, I went into Real Estate and bought a farm. It’s futile to delete your account because the internet is forever so I keep it active. If simps want to give me their money, who am I to say no? I get private requests and I execute if the money is right. I never understood the pissing and shitting stuff, still don’t, but I do have the content. I do have boundaries though, like one time some sick weirdo wanted me to fuck a dog. I told him no, I don’t go out of my species. I do this for money and a bit of validation. I love it when men call me a Goddess. I remember when my mother said “it’s a good thing you have a good personality because you are not attractive”, what a horrible thing to say to your daughter. That stayed with me for life. On my OnlyFans, the men think I am attractive and they pay me a premium for proof, that’s good enough for me. I don’t have regrets, I had to and my life is better financially. As long as men keep paying me to see me naked, I am happy to keep dancing and posing for them on camera. Yes, I don’t have friends and my family disowned me but my money keeps me company. We take sex too seriously, like it’s a taboo but it isn’t because we all do it. Does it matter that you do it behind doors and me publicly for everyone in the world to see? I don’t need them in any case, they are hypocrites. I know that my pictures will be on the internet for all of humanity to jerk off to, I know that I have a lot to explain to my daughter who is currently 3 years old but the world is changing, the money is good and I am one of the lucky ones. I am up to it even though it will follow me for a lifetime. This was never my dream nor the plan. I have a degree, I was a teacher, I had purpose.
The love of fate, love life, cause life isn’t life until you live it. Be content in your own skin, cherish what you have, love your destiny, your fate. Amor Fati, the love of fate, love everything about your life, your history, heritage, your ancestors, all the circumstances that carved your destiny. Be present, do what you can with the time that you have, life is in your hands, like a sculptor you have everything you need to mould it into what you desire. Amor Fati, the love of fate, love even the bad moments in your life, they present a chance to be resilient, they offer an opportunity to learn something, to know something of substance about yourself, to grow. How can you appreciate the good times when you have never experienced the bad, life exists in dualities, polaritites, one day you are red hot and the next blue ice. This is just a state, conditions don’t last, people do. Amor Fati, the love of fate, busk in your failures, rejoice in your inadequacies, time is forever fleeting, no time to wallow or feel sorry for yourself, the world doesn’t really care about you. Amor Fati, the love of fate, take time to smell the roses, endure the stank of bullshit. You only have one life, you have the make-up that will never be replicated in all of existence, 8 billion people in existence, billions more have perished, you are unique, nothing like you will ever happen again. Don’t waste your energy comparing yourself to a fabricated standard when you are already a standard. There’s no such thing as a life that’s better than yours. No one can ever be better than you. Money and status is illusion, your soul is forever. Amor Fati, take the time to study the manipulators, they will teach you something about yourself, live in your pain, it will prepare you for an euphoric moment, crush your enemies if the moment demands, it will teach you combat, entertain your nihilistic thoughts, it will teach you about God. Amor Fati, every moment is valid, every second is an opportunity, love your life, love your fate, live in a state of creation, nourish the universe with your laughter, stretch out, reach out, help, be a blessing in somebody’s life, embody the change that you want to see. Amor Fati, the love of fate, love everything in your map of experience, even the moments that make you tremble in fear or sob in sadness. Every emotion is valid, you are blessed by the God’s. Love this very moment you are spending with me. Thank you God for the gift of life. Amor Fati, the love of fate, cause life isn’t life until you live it. Don’t waste your life living somebody’s life.
Will never understand how Bradley Cooper never got an Oscar for this film. What did he do wrong? Did he campaign too much? Was desperation reeking from his pores that it turned people off? Did he want that Oscar too much? I can’t find fault with this film, it’s a masterpiece. Bradley Cooper was excellent, he was on the form of his life, he was amazing, so talented. He did everything right with this film. The story and writing is perfect down to the beats, scenes and sequences. The tone and pacing is perfect, chronicles Leonard Bernstein’s life beautifully, the movie runs in black and white for sometime to convey and evoke that nostalgic feeling and then switches to color to indicate that time has elapsed. The artistic decisions were spot on. The acting superb. He wrote, directed and produced it. If that’s not enough, he enlisted help from Martin Scorsese and Steven Speilberg. I understand the decision to hand Oppenheimer some awards, it was a great movie and Christopher Nolan and his team deserve all the acclaim. But really? Not even one award for Bradley Cooper? Just a clean sweep for Oppenheimer? That’s not a fair representation of the year and the work that was done. 2023 was a great year for movies. Killers of the Flower Moon also didn’t win. I think it’s obsurd. Nominations are simply not enough, Cooper did everything right. Maestro is perfect. How could the Academy not even give him one award? If he doesn’t win with Maestro, what will he win with? How do you even win an Oscar? It seems impossible and untenable to me. Must be political. I am scratching my head, I just don’t understand. Nonetheless, I loved it, gets my stamp of approval and Bradley Cooper is a winner in my eyes. If he lost because he wanted it so bad then okay.
Best show ever! Honestly, it’s better than great. It is amazing story-telling. Everything tells a story, from the lights, to the sound and the effects. You don’t even have time to be bored, your mind doesn’t wander, you just hooked from the first moment the actors get on stage. Masterful story-telling, the details, the tone, everything was deliberate and meant to contribute or convey something to the story, it’s content on another level, an example of world-class theatre. It’s Sylvaine Strike, she’s the common denominator, she’s the one with the magic wand, the conductor, I got the same feeling after watching “The Promise”, the feeling of this is the greatest day of my life. Wow! That was a great show! I enjoyed every moment. Ah, It’s beautiful to be young even in Germany, I didn’t think you could do that on the stage, clears throat – Coitus, it was certainly saucy, that moment certainly got my full attention. Thoroughly satisfied, happy there was an interval for a little breather, happy with the overall length of the show, happy with everything, I am in love with theatre. The show is captivating, your eyes are locked to the stage, everything disappears, you get immersed in the story, it’s an experience. She’s the best director in the world. The actors on the stage were amazing, so talented, so in love with their craft. The singing was amazing and the cheography perfect. Everything was perfect. Again, the lighting and sound effects! Everything was on cue. The hours and practice it must have took to create that! They worked hard. It’s amazing, they created magic on the stage with a minimal set. The actors made use of the stage to perfection. It’s Sylvaine Strike, she’s the common denominator, she makes great art, a master storyteller, a theatre world champion, the greatest of all time. A deserved standing ovation and congratulations on the whole team for creating a masterpiece. Thank you Sam for yet another great pass ♥️. SamSays on the credits.
At the Teatro for the Jonathan Roxmouth My favorite Broadway show. Seats so good, you stay seated when someone ahead of you is on their feet. Literally eyeball-to-eyeball with Jonathan and you can see the Maestro’s shoes. Thank you Belinda Howard and as always SamSays on the credits.
Charisma, presence, composure, calm, warmth are adjectives to describe Roxmouth. He keeps you engaged, he is captivating and the delivery masterful. Last time I was at the Teatro, I was watching “Swinging Las Vegas” – high octane show with hits galore! Came back for the Maestro and Jonathan Roxmouth for new memories. It’s ridiculous how good Jonathan is, he commands the stage, has comedic timing and spellbinding on the mic. Songs about love and a couple of ABBA classics – thank you for the music! He sings with passion, love and attention for his craft. You are at his mercy, the world stops for him. His voice melts on the pan like butter. It is soothing like a lullaby and keeps you awake like Redbull – energizing, you can listen to him the whole day. You get lost in his voice, he has the capability of making you daydream but you are lucid so you applaud after the song.
Roxmouth is joined by Maestro Adam Howard and the Egoli Symphonic Orchestra who are too great to encapsulate with words. I need to update my music vocabulary and acclimatize myself to the jargon, then maybe I’ll have a better chance of expressing myself. Then again, you play music, it was never meant to be serious. The stage has the Egoli Symphonic Orchestra concentrated in the middle and they spread to the sides. Behind the Orchestra are screens, one in the middle and one on either side. The screens provide a backdrop and themes of the songs performed. Jonathan Roxmouth changes costumes three times, different colored suits with sequins. The part where he tap-dances with the other Jonathan’s on the screen is awesome, humorous, I enjoyed that there was female representation, perfect choreography and completely in sync. Maestro Adam Howard expertly leads procedures. He is in charge, present, perfect, there is no show without him. I am with Momo, he has Maestro Adam Howard by his side, but I do recognize Kabza’s greatness.
Great show, a privilege to behold Roxmouth’s mastery on the stage. Chicago is up next!
Congratulations Jonathan Roxmouth and the whole team for a great show and a deserved standing ovation.
Theatre is female. Daphne opened the door, Regina called me in, Sharon took me with her and Sam showed me everything. These are all my girls, I love them with impunity, they loved me and I love them forever. After I took the “Dress Code” script, I experienced some turbulence. Me and Regina were at loggerheads and she didn’t want me at the theatre anymore. I had defied, disrespected her and my time working as stage manager was done! I was tired of being bossed around, she was tyrannical and condescending. She never missed the opportunity to remind me that I owed her for the job. It was unfair and inaccurate, I landed the job myself. I talked to Daphne, I was at the theatre every week watching shows, the theatre needed help with operations and they approached me to help and I accepted. Regina switched everything around, it was I who needed the job, I was lucky to be there and she was the one who hired me not Daphne. I went with what she said because I needed to be there so I can understand the landscape and be apart of theatre. She started with that narrative very early on, one the first day and she was on top from the very first day. She dominated me, she was overbearing, she humiliated me, every time Daphne paid me, she made it a point to ask me how much she had paid me. After my response she would proceed on reminding me how lucky I was I had that job. I was doing the job, I was perfect at it, I was an asset to theatre and yet I was in bondage to her! She used to tell me every day that this was her theatre. Her demeanor was narcissistic. I hated that. I knew I wasn’t going to last from the first day she took that R100 from me, I knew I would turn on her sooner rather than later. What she didn’t understand is that I wasn’t motivated by money or fear, I was doing this for the love. That gave me the edge to be strategic because I wasn’t afraid of losing the job, I welcomed it if it meant I couldn’t work with dignity. She wanted your balls for that paycheck and my balls were mine. I dislike being micromanaged, I prefer to work with autonomy and space, I will do the job perfect if not I will take responsibility for the down fall. I don’t need to be put down and reprimanded in front of an audience, that won’t give you the best results. The truth is that me taking that script was premeditated, I was being spiteful, I wanted her to see and acknowledge me, it was my receipt for everything and my way of showing her that I was pretty narcissistic too. The script had other uses too, I took it to get close to the cast, I knew I wasn’t going to last at the theatre. I anticipated her response, she was outraged and played the victim when I was only reflecting her, I knew my position at the theatre was secured. I stayed away for a while but I’ll be back.
Now that I wasn’t working at the theatre anymore, I connected with Sharon. When we were together working on the “Dress Code”, she said she wanted to take me with her after “Dress Code”. I never forgot that. I told her the theatre didn’t have space for me anymore and reminded her of what she said. She acquiesced and stuck to her word giving me tickets to her shows. When I talked to her, she was there, responding with speed, attention and care. It would have been easy to dismiss me but she didn’t. When theatre had turned it’s back on me and I had nothing, she was there, she was theatre and she was the best. Her show with Allen Committee “Same Time, Next Year” at Montecasino was awesome, she mesmerized me, such talent, I was in awe and she took me to Montecasino, something that raised my spirits because I was not on the square anymore. I will never forget Sharon Spiegel-Wagner, she was there for me, she’s the reason I stayed with theatre and she did it alone. She did take me with her, after the square, I was at two of her shows. I got VIP treatment, I had the best seats and got to see her and hug her after the show. Only good feelings about Sharon.
I came back on the square to watch some shows and was a regular again. They had some kid who replaced me. Good kid, good energy and we connected quite well but to be honest he wasn’t better than me. I was not intimidated at all, in fact I was relieved. True, I do have a bias that makes me think I am the best but I also give credit where it’s due. I didn’t think this new kid was going to last. I thought Regina was going to eat him up! I was happy he was there because he gave me space to maneuver around. With him around I’d be at the theatre more often and have zero responsibilities whilst engaging and living with the people in the theatre. The last time I was there, I didn’t control the narrative, I worked there for a month and towards the end I was painted as an asshole. A label I welcome because I had to be one. With the new kid there, I’d paint my picture, they would see me for who I was and not through unfair projections that weighed me down. I would interact with the staff and help out where necessary whilst avoiding being micromanaged and taking orders from the boss. It was perfect, let him do the job, I’ll take the credit, my plan was long-term. It worked out pretty well, the theatre was home again, every time I showed up I was greeted with a cold beverage and the staff absolutely loved me. When the theatre was packed I assisted the staff and Daphne would give me something in terms of monetary compensation. It was part-time work but I got what I wanted, I was working with autonomy. The new kid didn’t last, he was my replacement but I was working alongside him. I was doing his job better than him. He was the second replacement who couldn’t replace me, oh well at least he worked for a couple of months. After months of labor, Regina finally let down her guard and welcomed me back to the theatre. She gave me back my R100 and I apologized for taking the script, I acknowledged it was a jerk move and we have a new relationship. The truth is that I’ve been an asshole at times, I did her and the theatre wrong, I am not perfect. Still, she forgave me multiple times and tried to show me what was right. I realize that she fought with me so much because she cared. She was the only person who cared. She wanted me to do the right thing. I love her for that even though at times I couldn’t communicate that. Yes, I was selfish and egotistical but it was a defense mechanism. The world had not been kind to me. She gave me everything, she gave me a chance, she took me me in and I will always be grateful for that. I love her the best. Love flows, we are cool.
One day I came in to watch “Vincent”, a show I knew pretty well. It was their second run, their first run was successful. The show is highly acclaimed and was always sold out. I served as a member of the production team on the first run and I was happy to be a part of the crowd for the second. That’s when I met Sam of SamSays and we connected right away, with the greatest of ease. It was so easy talking to Sam, everything flowed. She was a theatre enthusiast and knew everything and everyone. She reviewed shows and went all around the country. We talked about theatre and the Springboks, the World Cup final was playing that day All Blacks vs. Springboks, a game we won! It was a perfect day, “Vincent” was a masterpiece and we won the World Cup. I followed her on her socials and we have been close ever since. She has taken me everywhere! She recommends the best shows and she helps out in every way possible. No hyperbole, Sam is the best thing that has happened to me in the world of theatre. She expanded my horizon and I met new and awesome people because of her. Her reviews are great and I rate her very highly. I never would have met Sam if I didn’t take that “Dress Code” script, I never would have connected with Sharon Spiegel-Wagner if it weren’t for that script. Taking that script is the best thing I’ve ever done. Theatre loves me post that script.
I’ve never been attracted to you my whole life. I am flattered, but not in this life. You need to stop masquerading as my wife. Move along and find someone who will take you as a wife. You deterring the ladies who have a chance, so slanderous your stories and they starting to spread rife. Hate to be the bearer of bad news but you ain’t my type. Maybe the blade is in too deep but it’s only because it’s a knife. You don’t get this enough but I’ve never been attracted to you my whole life. I am a popular guy and I have some options, you’re the kid in the corner who never gets adopted. You’re a special kid but this ain’t a contest. You just don’t fit the requirements to take the test. What can I say? Okay fine, I’ll hear you out, give you the chance to work your magic, run the catwalk, the expedition don’t need to be tragic. But at the end of the day I have to be honest, I’ve never been attracted to you my whole life. You’re a good kid, pretty smile, find you a good guy who won’t mind walking the extra mile. I am looking the other way, it’s a bye. I’ve never been the guy to sustain a lie. You’re too mellow and yellow, can’t reach my level so a collaboration is a hello no! Good presentation, a wonderful try but I have to be honest, I’ve never been attracted to you my whole life. I walk naked in the gyms locker room to intimidate other guys with my massive cock, not just another Peacock. One night with me would surely rock, but you a nerd and I am a jock. Move over for the ladies who actually have a chance, I’ve never been attracted to you my whole life.
At the Market Theatre to watch “Graveland”. Social commentary, reflecting life back at us. Heartfeltingly moving, poignant, tragic. A story of love, hate, injustices, grudges that never get mended, characters who are bitter and unjustlyingly so. Two stories, two perspectives, you can emphatize with both scenarios, unhealed trauma, life goes on.
A story of a foreign national who one day gets a promotion at work. The natives are jealous, angry and offended. They won’t take orders from “ikwerekwere”. The disrespect is evident, so the foreign manager gets the natives axed from work and hires a brother. Chaos ensures, they stone his brother to death and made him watch, he begged, he pleaded, he was at their mercy, the damned South Africans didn’t care, they wrapped a tyre around his torso and set it alight. He burned to ashes. The broken man returned home with his dead brother for ashes, contained in a cup that looks like a flusk, it’s not even a proper urn. The family are heartbroken, they plan an excursion to get back their lost ones soul in South Africa.
In South Africa, Mahikeng, they encounter a disagreeable, xenophobic cop who arrests them. He demands R8000 for ‘tjo tjo” bribe money, R2000 per person. The foreign nationals can’t do anything, worse is that one of them left a pregnant wife at home. The Cops hate comes from his experiences as an officer of the law. He is pro South African, that’s who he regards, he calls foreign nationals cocroaches. Hillbrow Central, his sister was killed by a foreign national. She was used, she was abused and she died. His brother, the cop, couldn’t do anything, investigations with dead-ends. He hates foreign nationals, very stereotypical, the jobs, women, drugs, we suffering too, stay in your own country, solve your own problems, we suffering too. Towards the conclusion, he shoots a man wanting to go home to his wife and kid. Another African child will grow up without a father.
Graveland poster
The show stars Allen Cebekulu, Diane Maseko, Abongile Maurice, Dineo Sello, Thabiso Rammala, Confidence “Mamzo” Lokhele, Thokozani “zits” Maseko, Sinenhlanhla Mbeyi & Lunga Khuhlane.
Produced by: Relebohile Mabunda Written & Directed by: Thembeni Joni & Lunga Khuhlane Movement by: Sinenhlanhla Mgeyi Production Designer: Sinenhlanhla Q. Zwane Percussionist: Mongezi Yamba
Congratulations Lule Productions and the whole team for a great show and a deserved standing ovation.
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