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Yellow Man

When two impeccable actors are able to set the stage alight, all you see is yellow Or is it orange? Hell, it's colour!  Yellow Man; acted by Jacques de Silva and Mmathabo Tlali, under the direction of Tshego Khutsoane is nothing short of beautYful, great acting and characterisation. With a smart (and dangerous) stage that had the audience's imagination working full time and holding their breaths hoping nobody falls or trips. The lighting a bit confusing here and there.

The play delves deep into lines that some of us want to grow blind to - colour. Can we ignore it? Should we ignore it? Is ignorance bliss when it comes to colour? Whatever your colour is, fact about it is that it shapes your future. Just as colour is genetically passed on through reproduction, so are the misfortunes or fortunes that come with it; wealth (or not), dreams (that are sometimes shattered), hope, a sense of believe, trust, confidence, a pinch of love to season it up. These are the things that make Yellow Man so colourful and we had the two actors showing us how our friends, families, and society make us who we are. Nothing was lost in narration as they shared their stories of childhood, going through their becomings and unbecomings, and into adulthood. Serious was mixed with humour, lightening the atmosphere.

Lest we forget, in the words of Ayana V Jackson, we need to "...address the past as a way of bringing attention to the things we need to avoid bringing into the future...using art to take back our identity, tell our stories."

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