Time Multiplied – excerpts of the play TA O’REVA by Thokozani Kapiri

Time Multiplied – excerpts of the play TA O’REVA by Thokozani Kapiri 

Setting

The family witnessed the time of Johannesburg becoming apocalyptic to the point that people became more like shadows, faceless, identyless, shadow images. The sun is not clear, blurred … climate change, polluted air … its smoggy … not easy to breath … . time looks the same, day and night are the same. They have escaped to the north towards central Africa to a place called Nyasaland (where the environment has not yet become destructive). They are epidemic, violence, war and climate change refugees. In this night of the theatre as installation we get to hear and witness part of their memory in fragmented scenes.


One at a time…

Mother: “Time is confusing…”
Grandmother: “Time does not change ….People change”
Girl: “Time is what you make it….”
Grandfather: “There is no Time….Things happen, the distance in between ….Slaves of Time”
Girl: “I exist in Time”
Youngman: “Time will tell…Time is a voice”


Fragment 5

The Youngman: 2014 – Race riots spiral out of control across South Africa;
Girl: 2017- A cargo of hazardous bio-chemicals disappears from Port of Durban.
Girl: 2018- South Africans start dying from an unknown disease; Number of reported deaths: 832
Mother: 2019- The unknown disease is discovered to be an engineered airbor bio-agent;
It is named after patient-zero, Johnnie de Villiers – a white far Parts of South Africa are quarantined; Number of fatalities: 9264.
Grandmother: 2021- WHO declares the Villiers Contagion “incurable”. Military–enforced quarantine remains in force; Number of fatalities: 133,887.
Grandfather: 2023 -First case outside quarantine zones reported at OR Tambo Air WHO initiates the ‘Jié lǐ kē’ cordon to prevent global spread; Over one million SA refugees migrate to neighboring countries The remnant start a new civilization in the city sewers; Number of fatalities: Data Collection Discontinued;
The Youngman: 2024- South Africa is cordoned off indefinitely.
Girl: 2029- Growing anti-South African pressure forces hosting countries initiate ‘The Deportation’ program; Remaining South African refugees go into hiding; Human consciousness is digitized and touted the greatest achievement in Science;
Girl: 2045- The Singularity has occurred. Man and technology have become one;
Digitized human consciousness can now be uploaded into clones called Incarnates;
Man can now live forever;
Mother: 2052 – 2101 Time travel is invented and is an instrument of South African refugee-resistance army; The first time traveler is sent back to change the past; he disappears without a trace.

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Fragment 8

Oldman: “What are you?! What’s going on?”
Stranger: “I mean you no harm.”
Oldman: “Why do you look like me?”
Stranger: “I can help you, but I need you to calm down…I am an Incarnate. A clone synthesized off your likeness. We are currently in a virtual reality designed to help your imprint – you – merge with my operating system.”
Oldman: “Imprint?”
Stranger: “You are an imprint of your former self. Your consciousness has been uploaded in this virtual reality we are in now. For you to exist outside of this world, you must merge with my operating system so you inhabit my body.”
Oldman: “But….. I remember dying.”
Stranger: “Your body died, but your mind, your consciousness, lives forever.”
Oldman: “Why? What is it you want with me?”
Stranger: “Do you know who you are? (silence)…That’s a result of your fragmented imprint. You will remember everything eventually. But I need you to focus.”
Oldman: “On what? …Is that me?”
Stranger: “Yes.”
Oldman: “What is that chant? What does it mean?”
Stranger: “Language has deteriorated so much here we can’t decipher what it means.”
Oldman: “What are they doing?”
Stranger: “Focus. Try to remember. Concentrate. It will come to you.”
Oldman: “I remember this place. What happened here?”
Stranger: “The bodies you see are the infected who succumbed to the contagion,”
Oldman: “Infected?”
Stranger: “A disease called the Villiers Contagion will wipe out most of South Africa. Many will seek refuge in neighboring countries because of it. The remnant within the cities lives in the sewers.”
Oldman: “Why are you showing me this?”
Stranger: “All I am allowed to tell you is that only you can change this.”
Oldman: “Me? Why me?”
Stranger: “That is for you to find out. Will you merge with me?”
Oldman: “What if I refuse?”
Stranger: “Then I will leave you here where you will always be reminded of what you could have changed.”
Oldman: “Take me away from here. Please.”

Grandmother: Merging initiated.

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Travelling through Time – excerpt of the play Mister Time by Noël Minoungou

Aboubacar Traore

Travelling through Time – excerpt of the play  Mister Time by Noël Minoungou

Scène 7

Time :
Il pleut, la pluie.
Elle tombe de la terre.
Elle s’affaisse sur le ciel.
La lune apparait le jour.
Le soleil se balade la nuit.
La mort est amour.
La vie est détestable.
La paix est d’une monotonie suicidaire.
La guerre est bandante.
Le monde énerve.
L’actuel.
Il m’énerve.
Le vide est bourré de vie.
Le monde ne tourne pas.
Il marche, marche sur la tête.
Il a rangé ces pieds.
Le juste, l’injuste.
Je me pers.
Je n’aime pas le jazz, son jazz.
(Un temps).

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TIME WHICH DOES NOT PASS – excerpts of the play Point Zero by Claudia Munyengabe

Sarah Waiswa

Time which does not pass – excerpts of the play Point Zero by Claudia Munyengabe

 

Avertissement
Ceci est un extrait d’une très longue pièce de théâtre, écrite depuis l’existence du premier burundais sur le territoire jusqu’à nos jours.
Aucune mise en scène n’est exigée. Aucun comédien. Aucun costume. Aucune scène. Pas de lumière, ni de décor, pas de rideaux ni d’accessoires. Pas de date de représentation puisqu’elle n’est pas finie. Pas de lecture publique non plus.
Elle ne pourra être jouée que par le concerné : le public
Le nombre de personnages peut aller jusqu’à 12 119 000 dans un espace de jeu de 27 834 km⸊ à condition qu’ils prestent Avec un masque pour casher leurs vrais visages, il ne faut surtout pas qu’un vrai visage soit confondu avec une vrai parole.
Elle reste une pièce de théâtre malgré tout, elle ne fait que sublimer la réalité.


SCENE 1
Des miroirs partout
X : Regarde-moi
Me reconnais-tu ?
Regarde-moi
Touche-moi
A quoi je ressemble ?
A qui je ressemble ?
Qui est ce que je te rappelle ?
Aucun souvenir ?
Regarde-moi
Scrute-moi détail par détail
Orteil par orteil
A qui je ressemble ?
A quoi je ressemble ?
A rien dis- tu ?
A tout dis-tu ?
Regarde-moi
Touche-moi
Dis-moi que toi au moins tu me reconnais
Pas nécessairement mon nom
Juste l’espèce
Regarde-moi
Touche-moi
Me reconnais tu ?
Non ?
Regarde-moi
Me reconnais-tu ?
Regarde-moi
N’aie pas peur
Y : regarde-moi
Touche-moi
Me reconnais- tu ?
Regarde
X : regarde
Y : regarde
X : je ne regarde plus
Je vois
Y : je ne sens plus
Je vois
X : je vois le temps passer
Y : je laisse passer le temps
X : je regarde les poubelles se vider
Y : je vide les poubelles
X : je vois et je ne dénonce pas
Y : je suis l’observateur
X : l’observateur
Y : sur la chaine de quotidien

Dans un style d’animateur de radio
Mesdames et messieurs bienvenu dans notre talk
Vous devez répondre à la question suivante en toute simplicité et d’une façon claire

Et si la guerre éclatait ?
Nous attendons la guerre, mentale, physique ou commerciale
Une guerre qui ne tue pas.
Celle qui décime avec tendresse, une magnificence d’une guerre de paix et de repos
Mourir c’est aussi se reposer.
C’est l’âme qui se repose.
L’âme dit au corps, assez tu t’es assez reposé laisse-moi en profiter aussi.
Sauf qu’avec l’âme c’est un repos éternel
Pour ceux qui croient bien sûr.
Encore faut-il croire ! !
Nous attendons donc
Paisiblement cette paix qu’on appelle guerre.

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