Monologue by Freddy Nyezi

Today I brought something really personal. You can’t see it, actually you can. No, you can’t. But I can. It’s not imaginary, though. It’s invisible, but you can see it. Well, at least, I can. Does that make sense? Okay.

Today I brought God. You’re probably gonna think that it’s weird, or that I’m some “voodoo witch doctor” ‘cause I see God. I don’t really see him, I feel him. Does that make sense? Okay.

When you tell your friend something big He tells his best friends, and his best friend tells her best friend and her best friend tells her best friend But with God the secret is safe. Does that make sense? Okay.

He helps me when others can’t anymore. I talk to him all the time, but people think I am crazy for talking to myself. But they don’t get it. I am not mad. I am talking to God. And He hears me. And I sometimes hear Him. Does that make sense? Okay. In 2013 my father left us. Don’t worry, he’s not dead. So you can drop the “Ag shame”-act. He walked out on us. That hit us really hard. But God was there, as usual. God can never replace my father. But at least he is a father figure. Does that make sense? Okay. I don’t have a picture of God. And I don’t know how he looks. I know that I said I see him, and I do.

God is love. But if God had to be human he would not be black, white, or coloured - I am not saying he would be green, okay? I don’t know how he would look. I admit it. I don’t know. I don’t. I don’t. But I do know. Does that make sense? Okay.

- - This text is created from improvisation in rehearsal. The text was part of the VIPs performance in Observatory and in Langa - South Africa, 2015. - -