Shell: Revealing the inner murmur

“We won’t cut coal,” Australian prime minister Scott Morrison was reported as saying to The Australian last week. Or something to that effect. In typical Oz style, The Australian has a hard paywall. I somehow slipped behind it on the first link-click, but now can’t go back and double check. They not gonna get any

In Her Shoes: Stepping through the pain

The haunting strains of Bra Hugh Masekela’s Stimela playing through the sound system as we gathered to watch In Her Shoes at the Market Theatre seemed a strange choice for a dance performance inspired by the horrific murder of Karabo Mokoena at the hands of her lover Sandile Mantsoe. But the choice was, on reflection,

Angola: Skeletons in the spotlight

The torture and murder of Umkhonto we Sizwe soldiers, carried out by their own ANC comrades in Angolan training camps, and particularly the infamous Quadro rehabilitation camp during the anti-apartheid struggle, is well documented. Shocking and disturbing facts have been brought to light by the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, as well as internal ANC inquiries.

Scars: Gender, bashed

Lead dancer Tsulile Binda enters upstage right with slow magnificence, dressed in a glittering silver gown, distored by cords trailing from her waist. It emerges the cords are attached to bodies who emerge as she drags them on behind her. And so, in Scars, produced by Durban’s The Playhouse Dance Residency, we see the stereotype

Till Death: Tell it on the mountain

The tradition of male circumcison within South African cultures has come under a lot of scrutiny of late. Every July and December season the media report on injuries, amputations, and deaths that occur ‘on the mountain’, and a number of theatre productions and movies are interrogating the issue, as well as the expectations of being

Confined: Irrevocably shifted

For those fortunate to have never experienced it (which is far too few of us), it is difficult to imagine the horror of domestic abuse. What it must be like when the home, which we are wired to view – which we need – as a place of safety, the secure base from which we