Secret Ballot has already been on in Joburg and Pretoria, playing “on the fringes” of the mainstream theatre scene, the cast told me after I had gone backstage to tell them how their show had thrilled and chilled me. It astonishes me that a work of this calibre, with such intensely rich, clever writing, such pertinent material, such vigour and vim in performance, could barely be noticed in the city where, during another Struggle, the voices of theatre-makers were among the boldest fighters against the apartheid regime.
Every day – yesterday, today, tomorrow and many more to come – we face an increasingly frightening world which, every day, reminds me more and more of what Germany in those chilling years must have been like. A world of hidden agenda, brewing foment, self-serving autocrats, suspicious eavesdroppers. Familiar, no?
Right now, we need the theatre-makers to stand up and fill our stages with a new kind of protest theatre for a new time. In Secret Ballot, we have a flag-bearer screaming and shouting at us to listen and take notice and prevent further calamity from befalling us. We have a fresh, bold voice with the guts to slate – destroy, annihilate – the thuggery and thievery of those with the keys to the nation’s larders.
His name, if you don’t yet know it, is J.Bobs Tshabalala.
I sat in a theatre which can hold scores of people. There were just 15 of us. I could have wept. To make matters worse, writer-director (here’s the name again) J.Bobs Tshabalala told me afterwards that the festival had messed up their dates, so that according to the official information, they don’t have a show tomorrow. Well, they frigging do: they have two shows tomorrow, and nobody knows, nobody’s booked. As a fellow playwright who has taken shows to Grahamstown, I know what it feels like to put your heart, soul and talent into something and have nobody notice. I could weep.
So let’s fill up Glennie Hall at 15:00 and 20:00 tomorrow, Saturday 1 July, and again on Sunday at 14:00. You will not be disappointed, I swear. There is also another show today (Friday 1 July) at 18:00. Get there.
But if your name is Julius Malema, or Jacob Zuma, or you’ve ever worn a red beret, worn masses of bling, or cocked a snook at The Masses, you might want to steer clear. Because this slams, thwacks and stomps on the bling brigade, the tenderpreneurs and the pocket-fillers.
Tshabalala is a brilliant writer. Truly genius. His writing makes that of his forebears in theatre, Ngema and his ilk, seem so tired and plain by comparison. I was in the opening night audience of the first ever production of Woza Albert way back when, and yes it was a joy and a thrill, but this show is in another class altogether.
Joburg, wake the hell up. If you own a theatre in Joburg, call them up and now and book it in. Ismail Mahommed, I’m talking to you. Get them onto a proper, major stage, market the hell out of them, and yes, invite the entire red beret-wearing, yellow-black-and-green rally-stomping shebang to opening night. Their faces would be a sight to see, although I suspect that some of them will have the maturity to laugh at themselves. During the pain and the shame.
A bevy of long-coated, blinged-up, red-adorned, pelvis-thrusting members of The Brotherhood strut, preen and gloat while feeding at the trough. They pillory, they mock, they connive, they taunt. It’s packed to the rafters with pithy one-liners and, undeniably, if this were on a stage in the Weimar Republic and it was the Nazis being pilloried, they’d have been detained and executed. That is the kind of theatre that is needed right now.
Tempting as it is to give you snippets of text here, I shall refrain. Save every deliciously clever morsel for the pleasure of the darkened theatre and the empty stage about to be filled with angry, ranting life. What a pleasure. Thank you guys. If I had a red beret, I’d take it off to you.
Now pick up the phone, get on your social media, and tell everyone you know who is in Grahamstown to see this goddamn fine show. Because if there are only 15 people in the rest of their shows, I’m coming after you. DM
Secret Ballot, a Kiri Pink Nob production written and directed by J.Bobs Tshabalala. With Tony Miyambo, Tsietsi Morobi, Michael Mazibuko, Lereko Mfono.
Photo by Sanmari Marais.
Want to watch Richard Poplak’s audition for SA’s Got Talent?
Who doesn’t? Alas, it was removed by the host site for prolific swearing*... Now that we’ve got your attention, we thought we’d take the opportunity to talk to you about the small matter of book burning and freedom of speech.
Since its release, Pieter-Louis Myburgh’s book Gangster State, has sparked numerous fascist-like behavior from certain members of the public (and the State). There have been planned book burnings, disrupted launches and Ace Magashule has openly called him a liar. And just to say thanks, a R10m defamation suit has been lodged against the author.
Pieter-Louis Myburgh is our latest Scorpio Investigative journalist recruit and we’re not going to let him and his crucial book be silenced. When the Cape Town launch was postponed, Maverick Insider stepped in and relocated it to a secure location so that Pieter-Louis’ revelations could be heard by the public. If we’ve learnt one thing over the past ten years it is this: when anyone tries to infringe on our constitutional rights, we have to fight back. Every day, our journalists are uncovering more details and evidence of State Capture and its various reincarnations. The rot is deep and the threats, like this recent one to freedom of speech, are real. You can support the cause by becoming an Insider and help free the speech that can make a difference.
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