The Man In The Green Jacket (Photos)

The Man In The Green Jacket
Oupa takes a long range ball and John makes a save!
What a spectacular dive by the number one goalkeeper!


Oupa takes a shot
The Man In The Green Jacket
The final monologue
The father, alone.
The face of a revolution
John dancing with the dress of his late wife
The conflict begins
Oupa seems the hidden picture of his mum
Surprised John is angry

Oupa and his ‘mum’
Oupa prays
Oupa playing soccer, showing off his skill
Oupa is dead, John receives his green jacket
Keeping the promise; watering the pot-plants
Oupa challenges John
Oupa finds John dancing, but he is unaware of him
John Ledwaba
John, alone, again.
John stands for himself
John speaks
John on his black label
John Ledwaba
Putting on the candle
John finds the key to his wife’s old pictures
John and a mid-night drink
John dancing continues
John and Oupa, world apart
John and Oupa; trying to understand your father
Proud moment: Father and son
And so the arguing grows
They celebrate their goal
The war is on
The militant Oupa
John Ledwaba

Oupa smiles
Oupa smiles

Eliot hanging over the edge of the Ansteys roof!

Eliot hanging over the edge of the Ansteys roof!

Architecture speaks to me! When I see the cracks of the pavement makes certain patterns or lines I feel the need to walk to their rhythm or against it. I will walk, skip or jump, when I see the lines break up to either connect or isolate the cracks. I can’t really explain it – it just happens. This habit has escalated to more risky things in the past recent years. I try to explore new ways of inhabiting a space that is either unimaginable or simply just crazy. I look at a building and try to think of doing something to it or with it that I think hasn’t been done before. So one day for the first time when I was on the roof of Ansteys building, I breathed a heavy yet beautiful sight of the city. And I felt the need to compliment this feeling, especially in a way that no one has ever done before. Then I thought, “okay, I will hang over the edge and give this magnificent view the very life and breath I took from it.” Results? Well, so there I am in the picture! Not crazy though, just more in touch!

I have done it a few times since this incident… nearly fell on one attempt when the edge of the wall gave in. It was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life, just to feel my life hanging on a thin edge that could break at any moment – sheeeeeer adrenalin!

FATEJ: Biennial festival 2013

Eliot Moleba

This is a picture of Donald Mvolo and myself on my visit to Cameroon’s FATEJ, which is a Biennial theatre festival for children and young people. Mr. Mvolo is a local theatre director and writer. I had such a great time watching performances mostly in French. I never really knew what most of them were about, but it was great just to enjoy the theatrical and physical dynamics of the shows. I was particularly impressed with Donald’s show which managed to transcend linguistic barriers that plunged the atmosphere – I understood his show. Of course, this was helped by two very talented actors. They were very expressive and retained a clarity of gestures.

It was a marvel to watch them!