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| ..........H O M E | a | .....A B O U T ..U S | a | .............N E W S | a | .......R E V I E W S | a | .........P H O T O S | a | ..C O N T A C T .U S | |||||||
| SIZWE BANSI IS DEAD | |||||||||||||||||
The play deals principally with the mind-set of styles who has just opened a photographic shop. He helps people, ‘his people’ to capture their dreams on film. In a play within the play, he act as Buntu who helps Sizwe Bansi to change his name to Robert Zwenlinzima. Sizwe Bansi’s past is expired while that of Robert is still valid. Robert has been killed and on his corpse, his valid pass was found. Sizwe thus swap identity to become Robert. The play looks at life from the point of view totally credible people and we see them attempting to laugh at themselves and the system that sets out to dehumanize them.The fascination of this play is simply the fact that for us here in Nigeria, South Africa is not too far away. We have similar instances here people especially the young ones who swap their identities to become fictitious or dead people all in an attempt to get visas to engage in voluntary migration to the metropolitan centres to become in a word itinerant photographers! We also seen such scenes in the pay offices and the pension line and recently this was also seen during census head count when people voluntarily changed their identities to become others so that they collect the allowances. We are not too far away poverty makes people do things that rational people would not do. It is our situation and it is our life we laugh at it. |
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