Audition - Monologue 4

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A piece of theatre originally performed for grade 11 workshop theatre examination. Idea by the learner, edit by her teacher

Submitted: September 20, 2016

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Submitted: September 20, 2016



Topic: Apathy

I woke up late. It took too much energy to get out of bed when the alarm went off, so I hit the snooze button 3 times. When I eventually got to the taxi rank, I saw the taxi there, I could’ve flagged it down, but I didn’t have the energy or the money, because I spent it on airtime. Then I was so busy watching the taxi go and checking my phone to see how late I was that I tripped over a homeless guy’s legs, and he jumped up to pansa me, so I yelled at him: “Veyi! Get away from me man, you S’hlafunapopo!” Eish, these beggars, who do they think they are, seriously? If I’d had the energy I would have thrown those naartjies and apples at him from the seller a few metres away, but I didn’t. It wasn’t a train-smash though, I was only another 10 minute walk away from my temporary job, and I was only an hour late, so I started walking. My mother got me the job, bandla, she works so hard, shame, I don’t care myself.  She thinks that working will get me energized, give me something to do, whatever, I’d rather be at home on my phone, the internet is so awesome. Anyway, when I was about 5 minutes away from the little job my phone rang. The boss was mad! But I told him that I was nearly there, that I was almost at the door, so he swore at me and fired me over the phone! How rude can you be? Ja, so I lost the job. Now I’m sitting here waiting for time to pass so I can go home and pretend that I still have a job. I can’t handle her nagging at me that I’m useless. I when I left school I knew I wasn’t going to be anyone’s worker slave.  People who work are so annoying. Besides my mother earns enough to take care of us; Mrs Moloi, the best cleaner in the world, not like her daughter. Sorry, that’s my phone. “Hello?” (pause) “Yes, I’m Mrs Moloi’s daughter. (pause)  Sorry, the morgue? … (pause) Identify her body? … But I don’t even have the money to get to you…”

Original actress: Sabusiswa Radebe

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