Monologue 3 African Government Corruption

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Examination monologue for original theatre in South Africa, grade 11 16-17 year olds

Submitted: November 14, 2017

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Submitted: November 14, 2017



Edited by Miss Lea, Original Idea and Performance: Londa Mkhize

My children are my greatest blessing. They are the ones who give me love and purpose and joy; and as we sit here in this clinic waiting for hours for their injections, it gives me time to think. I’m asking myself: “Where are all the nurses?” Why are all the public service providers so slow and so understaffed? Would a government official ever have to sit in a queue like this for hours? I don’t think so.

As I look ahead of me the man just a few people up looks like he is dying and there is no one here to help him. I think that the staff are so overworked and underappreciated that they don’t even care anymore. But what must I do? My children need their injections.

It’s not like I am asking for a luxurious life, or an expensive car or food. I grow my own food. I take care of my family even though my income is small and we hardly ever have water, and our paraffin lamps are so dangerous. I don’t think the people in government have their water stopped, or their homes lit by paraffin.

As I look at all the poor people waiting for their basic human right to medicine, I think of the government officials and how greed and power have taken over their souls. I ask myself, what has happened to humanity? There is enough on earth for everyone, so why do such a few have it all? Why are those few so selfish and ruthless? How did they manage to lose their conscience? How do they manage to sleep at night, knowing how little we have?

These politicians have their posters up in here, because they want us to vote for them. What will voting for them get us? Change? It’s the fourth local government elections and we still haven’t seen change. Most black people still live below the poverty line. We were promised a better way of living. Where is it? We were promised better infrastructures, with better services, better education for our children, but none of this has happened. More and more people are losing their jobs too.

I look at my children, and I know they deserve so much more than this. I don’t want them to have my life, my struggles. They are part of me, but no part of me wants them to be like me, stuck in a queue, waiting for my basic rights. I want my children to have a better life, but as I wait in this queue, I ask myself: “How?”


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