Nomvula.....(an extract from the play Nomvula)

ELVIS      : They say the love of money is the root of all evil, be careful my friend.

RODNEY: They say poverty kills more people in Africa than malaria, be warned my friend.
(All laugh)

ELVIS       : Poverty the root and cause of Africa’s problems. I have but it’s so little to last me  the night. I hear my neighbour approach the front door. We hide our plates and wipe our mouths. ”hello my friend “he says “my family is hungry please borrow me some  bread” .I look down open my mouth and tell a lie. He goes back home I wonder what  he will say to his wife and more of, his children.

RODNEY: Poverty has made us forget ubuntu. A man and a cow both fall into a pit. A priest                  stands by and prays; a sangoma also stands and throws his bones. Eventually  the Good Samaritan comes. He rescues the cow and leaves the man.
 
ELVIS    : The greatest fight should not be between man and his kind. It should be against man  and his poverty mindset. Hopefully one day we will fight as brother to win this war. 

RODNEY: Wipe out the greediness amongst man. Who knows how the world will look like after                  that?


An extract from the play Nomvula written by Hawulethu Patrice Dube.

written and posted by Hawulethu Patrice Dube
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"no woman no cry''

His story was that of the beginning
He claims he was there when the creator made all.
He says he saw the red sea being filled,the mountains being lifted,
and the lion being crowned the king of the jungle.
Though the king of the jungle was there, he owned everything. The creator gave him power,
authority and dominion.
He had all,enjoyed but was not satisfied. Only one creation could fill up the void.
Bone of my bones ,flesh of  my flesh, rib of my rib.
For a while joy filled his heart but forever he lost everything.
He called her Eve and his name was Adam.

A man once i knew, five times i have heard of
He fought many battles and won many wars.
Through the strength of his hands, the town was full of cripples and widows
No spear could pierce him,no sword could break his shield
He had the strength of many bears and roared louder than a lion.
No weapon fashioned against him could prosper except for one
fashioned by him.
His name was Samson and her name; Delilah..

He was black but he remained first for a long time.
White people wished he was white.
He was so skilled ,with his hands he made a fortune.
He was named after an animal but himself, was sweet as a bird.
He never roared, no lived in the Woods ..
It was until Tiger met a Cheetah.
His name was Tiger Woods

Written by Hawulethu Dube
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