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Jabulani lay awake in bed. He was lonely, scared and tired. There had been no warning, no indication that being free of the institution would be this hard. A month ago he had it all: love, respect, purpose. Now, he had only faith and hope that soon things would be as they were meant to be. He sat, cross-legged, and closed his eyes. "Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy. Oh divine master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console. To be understood, as to understand. To be loved, as to love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life." He repeated the words of St France's prayer over and over again. He felt the words resonating through his body, which felt to be float

Another Day at Work (Adapted from Charles Bukowski’s “The Hitman”) Lebogang Tlou CHARACTERS Ronnie:           Ronnie is a coloured man in his mid-thirties. He wears black tracksuit pants, a brown leather jacket and athletic trainer sneakers. Curt:                Curt sniffs a lot. He wears tight jeans and a faded sweater. Bill:                 Bill is anxious. He walks with a stick and wears a monocle. Katie:              a Blonde waitress Blonde:           a young blonde teenager.                         SETTING The play takes place in a Pub and Grill at 07:15 pm. It takes place in the space of approximately thirty minutes from when Ronnie first sees that his clients are fifteen minutes late. Scene 1 The stage is turned into a large pub, with five tables spread out (Front-stage right, centre-stage, back-stage right, back-stage left, front-stage left). There is a soft score playing in the background. Samuel Barber’s “Adagio for strings”. The giant

Luvuyo sat in his car and waited. As much as he loved his wife and daughter, he had always hated the way in which they took forever to get ready. Impatiently, he hooted once. “I’m coming, dad!” came a voice from the doorway. He watched as his daughter kissed her mother goodbye and smiled. They were really beautiful, he thought, as he patted himself on the back for a job well-done in life. He started the car and they drove off. He remembered the first time he had made this journey. He always reminded himself of the time he saw Grahamstown for the very first time ever two years earlier when he drove his daughter to varsity for the first time. That was the proudest day of his life. He had worn his best jacket for the occasion, and the beret his older brother had bought for him from Johannesburg when they were younger. He looked over to his daughter sitting in the front seat beside him as he drove. She had on her earphones. The car was quiet, so Luvuyo switched on the radio. Kentuc