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It’s collective chaos up at the Monument. Crowds occupy the stairs leading down to the Sundowner stage where a team of Darkroom Contemporary dancers do their thing. Behind us, individuals … Read More
It’s collective chaos up at the Monument. Crowds occupy the stairs leading down to the Sundowner stage where a team of Darkroom Contemporary dancers do their thing. Behind us, individuals … Read More
What makes or breaks a home? And how can the act of remembering be a means of healing rather than a form of bondage? In Phinda Ubuyele, two siblings attempt … Read More
It may seem trite to state that realising you’re gay is not easy. Sexual attraction begins to bloom in preadolescence, which is fraught enough for the most heterosexual person, as … Read More
The electric crackle of telephone lines and the click-clacking of typewriters activate the stage. It’s the 1960s and in Harlem, New York, the poet Langston Hughes is seated in his … Read More
Down the stairs shouting their war cries, brandishing hockey sticks, they enter the arena psyched for the battle. The arena in this case is the floodlit stage where our five … Read More