Rafiek Mammon

I was at the Wynberg Court just now. Although, by the time you read this, it would have been last week…is it even called the Wynberg Court, or does it have a fancy name? I hope not. It needs a good clean up, if you ask me afore we can...

So it is almost the silly season again. So called because we get silly, right? Perhaps then it might be more appropriate to just call the whole year that then? “‘Cause people can be so silly if you give them time…” Case in point: we have a show running at...

If I have said it once I have said it a thousand times – theatre is indeed magical. I sit there before a show, in anticipation, and when the lights go down, I am still invigorated by the thought of where the “players” will be taking me this time. And,...

I am at the age where it feels as though I am attending more funerals than parties. Close friends are losing their battles with cancer, or something equally destructive and invasive. And as one sits at these funerals, one can’t help but (selfishly) consider one’s own fragility. And, in doing...

There is a saying that speaks to there being no limits to what someone can do if he or she does not care who gets the credit. This message has been haunting me of late. It has been haunting me mainly because I realised just how much we are living...

Two weeks ago it was “on the road again” for us – the life of migrant labourers; driving on the N7 towards Springbok. Fields of green galore but, alas, no red roses yet. In fact, no flowers yet. But, give it a month or two and it’s a whole different...

“Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky; little boxes, little boxes, all the same. There’s a red one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one…and they’re all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same…” Friends and I were...

As a theatre critic and a person who has, through the years, contributed to the creation of new work (and work opportunities) for young thespians in the city it is interesting to see where our young talents’ minds are at. A few weeks ago I wrote about the very young...