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The Driver

Music, Dance, Storytelling, and Drama! This is what Nhlanhla John Lata's Musical Play, The Driver had to offer. A play set in a bus destined for Durban, centred around the life stories of three womxn  from different but similar backgrounds. 

With an energetic yet sloppy (in the handling of props) musical opening, the three womxn played by Busisiwe Tsoaledi, Lindokuhle Ngomane, and Khabonina Magasela were able to capture the attention of the audience. Song and dance were the crux of all the experiences the womxn had been through, lightening the seriousness and easing the mind of the audience as these womxn's issues layered up. The play still needs to grow, delve into the realities of what womxn go through and maybe change the focal point of Adam and Eve wherein men are the crux of these womxn's stories, and in that, the actors need to be one with the characters. In as much as they are representing womxn out there, we need to see them drive the womxn in this play and give them life. Khabonina's sense of humour seasoned the seriousness of the play and she sure won't be forgotten with her husky voice. I am looking forward to seeing a tight-knit ensemble between the three ladies next time as we go on a bus ride with them hoping The Driver (Busisiwe) won't make a wrong turn and Lindokuhle's singing will pick up the two ladies.

One thing's for sure, whoever we are, wherever we come from, all our stories matter; stART sharing.

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