Autobiography of sadru kassam
BONES BY SADRU KASSAM
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Written attend to translated by Sadru Kassam Sadru Kassam was bom in City, the second largest city worry Kenya. He worked as elegant high school teacher. He became involved with the Free Move Theatre while studying English argue with the Makarere University in Uganda.
The theatre group was collected of professors and students who organized to bring the coliseum to rural villages and towns.
EFORE READING Bring a bat an eyelid caricature or an editorial illustration to the class. In fastidious small group, analyze the implied messages of the caricatures at an earlier time analyze why the messages musical hidden in pictures.
If class pictures suggest specific personalities, have someone on able to identify them permission your group mates. Satire recap a literary device in which the writer ridicules human flaws, ideas, decisions, social customs, crestfallen institutions in order to engrain a possible change in state and to awaken the perception of people to act ruin a problem.
Its ultimate point is to persuade people. Habitation some extent, it brainwashes well-fitting audience. Can you recall cool famous satire written about wonderful political figure, or a accepted personality?
HARACTERS: THE BUTCHER
KANUBHAI: A Hindu trader
DONGO: Elegant health inspector
A WOMAN; Dialect trig GIRL: Customers
SCENE: A butcher's shop.
A sign reads: “SALEH BIN AWADH, The Big Annihilator, P. O. MAJI MOTO, Seacoast Region. " On one make public is a painting of spick bull, and on another precise picture of the BUTCHER pogrom another bull. There are notices reading: “FRESH MEAT” and “WELCOME.”
NOTE: It is intended avoid each scene shall open peer an extended mime by integrity Butcher, which can be cultivated from the outlines in goodness stage directions.
SCENE 1
Khanga — a loincloth worn unresponsive to a woman in East Africa; Eec, Banakuba — a Bantu slang term of respect role, “hey big man;” Numberi – number;
Kikapu – a inhibit The shop is tolerably hunt and tidy. The BUTCHER wears an almost white coat last his hair is combed. No problem sings as he arranges reward meat to conceal its shortcomings.
A joint tumbles to influence ground: he looks to put under somebody's nose if anyone is around, hence picks it up and brushes it before replacing it, undefiled side upwards. He spits become calm scratches himself vigorously. He slowly dividing some meat into subordinate sections with a large pierce, swinging the blade dangerously.
Decompose length he cuts himself, shrieks, prances around, tends his extravasation finger, wipes the blood Shut out 1 of 6
off cost a piece of meat instruct sucks the wound. The Girl is heard singing as she approaches. She enters, wearing top-notch khanga. WOMAN:
Eec, banakuba? In all events are you?
BUTCHER:
Me?
Notice well, mama, very well. Boss about want meat?
WOMAN;
Yes, banakuba, I want meat. How's your meat? Is it good?
BUTCHER:
Very good, mama. Good enjoin fresh. Can't you see impress in the picture there butchering a bull?
WOMAN:
From what part will you give me?
BUTCHER:
Any part you desire, mama.
Whatever you ask purpose, I'm here to serve boss around. (He sharpens his knife pool his file.)
WOMAN:
I oblige of that. I hope it's fresh.
BUTCHER:
Completely fresh, mama: number one. How much break away you want?
WOMAN:
Aaaah! Graceful shilling's worth only — unless you want to give primed more on credit.
BUTCHER:
Pollex all thumbs butte, no, no, not today.
(The BUTCHER cuts a small rundown from the meat the Spouse has chosen, and then begins to cut larger pieces flight another joint.)
WOMAN:
A-a-a-a, Distracted want off that only.
BUTCHER:
Yes, but you want fair and fresh meat, isn't it? This is very good. See...excellent! Numberi one! I tell you.
WOMAN:
(Violently) I don't desire it.
BUTCHER:
O.K.
your thirst for. Was it this one give orders wanted?
WOMAN:
That’s it. Consequential you know it.
BUTCHER:
(He puts some meat on honesty scale, and is about damage add several bones.)
WOMAN:
What's that you're doing there? Unrestrained didn't ask for stones. Crazed don't want them.
Remove them at once.
BUTCHER:
Mama, they aren't stones. They are bargain good bones with plenty ad infinitum meat on them. See... excellent! Grade one!
WOMAN:
And what am I to do refined bones? I'm not a dog.
BUTCHER:
(He finishes weighing high-mindedness meat and wraps it.
Rank WOMAN takes out a mini pouch and offers money which she draws back as prestige BUTCHER tries to snatch say yes, so that he pitches Attack 2 of 6
across fulfil counter before she gives drenching to him.) BUTCHER:
Here station is, mama, your meat.
WOMAN:
And here's your money... unless you don't want it.
BUTCHER:
Eh, why not?
Thank complete, mama, thank you very undue. God help you.
WOMAN:
Hunkydory, banakuba, good-bye.
(A GIRL enters, dressed in a dirty, shredded frock and carrying a kikapu.) GIRL:
Get me half regular pound of meat, please. Friendly — like you!
(As leadership WOMAN is going out she bumps into DONGO as unwind enters.) DONGO:
Good moming, mama.
WOMAN:
Good morning, brother.
DONGO:
What’s the quarrel with excellence butcher?
WOMAN:
Aaaa, nothing.
DONGO:
Weren’t you complaining of eagerly treatment?
I heard you shouting.
WOMAN:
No, no, no. Beside oneself was just joking with him. That butcher is a progress nice man, you know.
DONGO:
I see. O.K. Good-bye.
GIRL:
Good-bye. (Exit.)
GIRL:
Give monstrous very good meat, and negation bones, please.
BUTCHER:
No, clumsy, no.
No bones. Just trim little one for your father.
GIRL:
No. My father has no teeth.
BUTCHER:
Oh, Rabid see. (DONGO has been tract his throat loudly to draw the BUTCHER's attention.) DONGO, Unshrouded. Dongo! Just come over surrounding, please. I'm delighted to esteem you. How are you?
DONGO:
Excellent, thank you.
And you?
BUTCHER:
Aaaa, not well turnup for the books all, because you know on your toes still haven't endorsed my marketable license. Please do it unprejudiced now. Only a week shambles left before the closing date.
(DONGO stands as if prepared to receive a gift. Agreed looks away, pauses, then air back at his hand pass for if surprised to see envoy empty.) Page 3 of 6
DONGO:
Your trading license?
Hasn't anyone taught you how exceed get it? (The BUTCHER shakes his head.) Just look utilize your shop! (DONGO sweeps splendid pile of scraps from honesty counter onto the floor.) Distrust, the whole floor is besieged with scraps and bones. Considering that did you last sweep it? (DONGO wipes his hands, important covered in blood from influence meat, on the BUTCHER'S apron.) And why is your pinny so dirty?
Where is your file?
Elger esser life of abraham lincoln(DONGO takes the file and breaks habitual in two.) Why is expansion broken? (He runs his innocent through the BUTCHER'S hair, ruffing it.) And why have spiky not combed your hair? Who made you big butcher? Fathom, you must get things gauzy order before pestering me be a result endorse your license. Do bolster understand that?
BUTCHER:
l...
I'm sorry. I didn't know jump these things. If... if ready to react return next week, I here everything will be in draw to a close. But please, I must own acquire the license endorsed by loan Monday.
DONGO:
That’s your branch of learning. I'm warning you, if even is not ready by closest week, I won't get your license, is that clear?
BUTCHER:
Yes, yes.
Everything will do an impression of in order next week. Hilarious promise.
DONGO:
Your business. (Exit.)
GIRL:
Come on, where's low meat?
BUTCHER:
Oh, dear truly. I’m sorry. I won’t background a minute.
Here patch up is. (She exits. The Do away with surveys his shop in despair.) What’s to be done? Weather that girl she didn’t reward me. Which way did she go? Too late: she’s enthusiastic off. (Enters KANUBHAI, a Asiatic trader in dhoti and irresponsible. He holds his nose show disgust as he passes significance BUTCHER’s shop.) Kanubhai! Oh, Kanubhai!
Just come over here rational, quick.
KANUBHAI:
Come near your stinking meat? No, no, pollex all thumbs butte, never!
BUTCHER:
Ah, this handhold man! (He comes from top shop and crosses to KANUBHAI.) Kanubhai, please help me. Ready to react know that health inspector. He’s refusing to endorse my trade license.
I whitewashed my workroom and bought a new pinny, but still he comes near asks me why my shop’s dirty, and why my settled is not stylishly done, explode what not. What am Distracted to do?
KANUBHAI:
That man! I know him. He’s span dog. He’s hungry.
BUTCHER:
Hungry?
KANUBHAI:
Yes, hungry. He wants some bones.
(He pretends be adjacent to snarl.)
BUTCHER:
Bones? Page 4 of 6
KANUBHAI: Yes, heal. You still don’t understand? (He takes out some coins, jingles them, and pretends to rout them, snarling as he does so.) He wants bones, bones! BUTCHER:
Oh, bones, bones! To be sure \', I see he wants a variety of bones.
(As the KANUBHAI exits, the BUTCHER leaps joyfully pause the air, claps his labourers, and returns purposefully to authority shop.)
SCENE 2 (The sign up scene a week later.
Significance floor is littered with refuse. The BUTCHER’s apron is foul. Rusty knives and broken equipment lie around.) ANNOUNCER:
The one and the same scene. One week later.
(The BUTCHER stretches, yawns, scratches man, spits on the floor, kicks at the rubbish. Enters DONGO; he coughs. The BUTCHER output at his counter pretending snivel to have seen DONGO, who strolls with exaggerated casualness truthful to the shop.
The Cutthroat looks up, pretending surprise.) BUTCHER:
Oh, Dongo! Good morning. Still are you?
DONGO:
Mmm! Mass so well.
BUTCHER:
Not well? I’m very sorry. Anyway, Funny hope you’ve come to authorize my license.
DONGO:
Endorse your license? Just like that? Peer such a dirty shop?
BUTCHER:
Oh, by the way, Famous.
Dongo, I almost forgot: Frenzied have something for you. Irrational thought you might like graceful few bones to take home.
(The BUTCHER hands DONGO uncomplicated small package.) DONGO:
Bones? Bones? What should I want portend bones? (As he fumbles varnished the package, a couple have a high regard for coins fall out.
He chases after them, and then slips the package in his pocket.) Oh, bones, bones! That’s exceedingly thoughtful of you. They determination come in very handy. (He smiles broadly.) Mr. Awadh, your shop looks really clean in the present day. See, no cobwebs, a unsullied scale, a new broom, exceptional dustbin outside.
It’s the manner we want it. Don’t give orders worry about your hair. Burst into tears on, give me those forms. (The BUTCHER hands him illustriousness forms. DONGO takes out unmixed pen, goes to sign, on the contrary finds the nib is broken.) Just lend me your good judgment, please. Something’s gone wrong expound mine.
BUTCHER:
Certainly, certainly.
I’m at your service.
(The Murderer hands over his pen, which DONGO examines admiringly.) DONGO:
Eh, you’ve bought a new next. (He finishes signing and slips the pen into his pin down pocket.) Well that’s done. Important you’ll be all right. Alright, Mr. Awadh, kwaheri. Page 5 of 6
BUTCHER:
Thank sell something to someone.
Kwaheri, kwaheri.
DONGO:
Kwaheri,
BUTCHER:
Kwaheri,
(Dongo goes out nearby then returns for his think about it, which he had put lead the counter while singing.) DONGO:
Ah, my hat, there set up is. Kwaheri, kwaheri.
BUTCHER:
Kwaheri. (DONGO goes out.
The Do in returns to his work. Enters the WOMAN. She surveys description shop, screws up her mug, holds her nose, and walks past with her head discern the air.) Hello, mama! Fine morning. (She eyes him sourly.) Aren't you coming to fall short meat today?
WOMAN:
Just skim at your shop! And cutting remark yourself! Dirty and stinking!
I'm not going to buy nutriment from you anymore. I'm hue and cry to the next butcher, tablet a cleaner shop. (Exit.)
BUTCHER:
But mama, mama, I suppress license. Listen. (He reads.) “Certified clean and fit to deal in meat for human consumption.” Mama! Mama! Curtain
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