So I've been helping out at the Karibu Trade Fair for the last few days. Don't ask how I got roped into that, I just did. Most probably for free since I'm crap at negotiating payment for my time. Ah well. There were three good things about being at the Fair.
Thing one: I met loads of new people
Thing two: I got to practise my Swahili
Thing three: I got to put up those red and white tape thingies that block off contruction sites and crime scenes. You know the tape I mean? Very exciting! I get a barely repressed thrill from of that kind of thing. Like seeing people changing lightbulbs on street lights, or putting up posters (especially the news posters on lampposts in South Africa) that kind of thing. I always feel like I’m catching them out doing something they shouldn’t be caught doing. Haha! Does that make me sound like a really sad person?!
I wrote a 'test blog' the other day (told you I was toe dipping and not plunging. I've cut the first bit out coz it was painfully self depreciating and riddled with excuses as to why I'd be crap at this - "all my friends have such fabulously hilarious and profound blogs that I’m not sure I should place myself alongside them (fleeingmuses.blogspot.com, ngorobobhillhouse.blogspot.com)" That kinda thing. Anyway, now I'm just going in, arms flailing. (Oh shut up with the swimming theme already. Sigh. There I go again...) Here's what I wrote a few days ago.
So today I took the plunge into work. Well, into starting the process of thinking maybe I should get some work. Haha. Just moved to Tanzania from Zambia. Well I say just – it was actually six months ago. (I get a little lost in time. I always say ‘the other day’ when it was actually as long as 5 years ago. ‘Oh I saw so and so the other day’ Really? When. 'Oh um, when was it now. Umm it was 2000 and SOMEthing I know that much'). So I’ve been a bit slack on the work front but have lots of things in the pipeline I hope. Setting up company, drumming up interest, bla bla. Anyway, went to go and see a group of actors – 30 of them, my goodness. Sat in the lovely warm winter sun in a field behind a church in town and saw what they have to offer. They’re great. Need some direction (and a good scriptwriter!) but I think they have potential. And that’s where I come in. Three of the women are damn good criers. Bloody hell, they went on and on and on for AGES. Weeping away. It’s a great talent to have but after about 17 minutes of it I could feel the corners of my mouth twitching. Laughter, not tears. No tears from me, oh no. There were plenty enough around without me adding to them. They were sprouting tears like….well…a water sprouty thing (a watering can?). Anyway, they showed me about 6 different skits and some songs. Some of them were hilarious. And they were meant to be, I think! So hopefully I’ll be able to work with them soon, once permits and such have come through.
Also saw three of the street kids from Mk who I’ve been working with a bit. They are acrobats. Very cool. They’re great, especially Jm – he has got so much potential, that kid. He’s always popping up everywhere. Stuck in the Arusha traffic (as one does) and Jm walks past ‘Hi Miranda’ through my car window. Going out to the shops 'Hi Miranda' and today watching the other actors 'Hi Miranda' I feel like I’m back in Mfuwe. Zambia. My hometown. A very small place where, as the only theatre person for miles around, you become something of a celebrity. Ish! If you’re even vaguely interested (and have actually even got this far in this post!) have a look at our website www.seka-educational-theatre.com to see the kind of work I do.
They say you learn something new every day. I plan to put this to the test in this blog and keep a record. New something I've learned today: it gets bloody cold in Arusha.
There. My first blog. How’d I do?
Over and out