(knocking) Cell number six! For people like us, to be locked here like this is just rubbish. But why do they give us your book to read, Morena? They must be bladdy mad, Morena. Hey bayasiteya labedana oamabhunu man! Morena, I sit here just like you with this one light bulb and only the Bible to read! Ja! And the New Testament tells me about you, and your family, and your thoughts. From Sun City to Robben Island! (Laughs ruefully) You’ve made us famous, Morena. They tell me you’re in solitary confinement just like us. MBONGENI: (knocking) Cell number six! Morena! (knocking)Ĭell number six! Morena! Bad luck, hey! I hear they got you again. Written by: Percy Mtwa, Mbongeni Ngema, & Barney Simon (to audience) In my case, it was very important that Funeka prays just so she could fill up quicker before finishing our food at home.īheki Mkhwane and Hamilton Dlamini ‘Woza Albert’ at the Soweto Theatre.
#1 minute monologue for teenage girl how to#
(sits on chair to eat) Well I have my father to thank for that, oh okay my grandfather because he was the one who taught me how to pray and anyway at last week’s sermon at Church the pastor highly advised us to pray for or meals so that we could be filled up. (Nobuhle prays) Just close your eyes friend….God please bless this food that we are about to eat in Jesus’ name, Amen. (to a seated Funeka whom she was platting) chomi before you eat can we at least pray….what do you mean pray for what….pray for the food that you are about to eat….really don’t get how you are eating away with hair potentially falling on your food…. I mean, she scores a meal here at my home and will still have her supper at her home too afterwards. (starts whispering) I am not gossiping, but my friend is greedy no wonder she is so fat. She is the one friend I can really share my problems with. Wonder if she came to plait her hair or score herself a plate of my grandmother’s best beef stew. It made it difficult for me to avoid sharing my plate of food with her made me even She would come every seven o’clock every evening, knowing very well we had our supper at that time…what?….who? she really didn’t care. NOBUHLE: There was this best friend of mine, Funeka. Because suddenly I knew she was dead, and what it meant, being dead. He took off his hat and stood there watching me until I shouted, “Voetsek!” and chased him away – and sat down and cried and cried. ‘Dead.’ I just said, ‘Dead’, and started to cry.
“Girlie, where’s your Mommie?” then I told him. I opened it and it was that coolie who always sold the vegetables, “Where’s your Mommie?” he asked. I hated it! I hated Mommie for being dead. The whole mob of them, all in black, the little girls in pretty dresses, looking at everything in the house and us looking like poor whites because there wasn’t enough cups to give everybody coffee at the same time. It was those cousins of his from Despatch, who never ever came to visit us. And all the uncles and aunties kissing him and patting him on the back and saying “Shame!” every time they saw you.
#1 minute monologue for teenage girl cracked#
Of him, Daddy, his face cracked like one of our old plates, saying things he never said when she was alive. Of her, Mommie, for being dead and causing all the fuss. “Say goodbye to your Mommie, Hester.” I said it – but I couldn’t cry. ) is a type of monologue that exhibits the thoughts, feelings, and associations passing through a character’s mind. In fictional literature, an interior monologue ( q.v. ) is a type of monologue in which a character directly addresses an audience or speaks his thoughts aloud while alone or while the other actors keep silent. ) is any speech of some duration addressed by a character to a second person. The term has several closely related meanings. Monologue, in literature and drama, an extended speech by one person. Here are 5 South African Monologues (mostly extracted from plays). Performing a monologue is an important acting skill and it should be practiced often.
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