The Durban University of Technology (DUT) Drama department recently presentedÂ a production of the House of Hunger, an adaptation of Dambudzo Marecheraâ€™s prodigious short story collection, directed by Roel Twijnstra. TINY MUNGWE went to check it out.Â
House of Hunger recently had a three-day run on an outdoor stage at the Courtyard at Ritson Campus, but because of a light shower on the day I attended, the show I saw was performed in a rehearsal room, on an improvised set.
The performance, by students clad in neon spandex, nets and woolen get-ups, electronic ciggies hanging from faces blinking with outrageous make-up, consisted of more than an hour of skits adapted from several of Marecheraâ€™s short stories.
Even in his time, Marechera was a controversial figure in African literature. His biography and his oeuvre are often connected, so that sometimes it is difficult to speak about his work and not his life,and vice-versa.
Marechera was non-conformist who, unlike most authors of the time, refused to write along nationalist lines, yet his work gives a far more accurate reading of the times and the nature of the postcolonial state. Although not as prophetic as, say, Franz Fanon, Marechera forces the African reader to see the African state as it is and not as we wish it to be, pointing at our complicity in our own oppression and other vices.
The playâ€™s reworking of the material was true to the madness of Marecheraâ€™s metasymbolic, biographical work. The performance of several of the stories based in the sheebeens, whore-houses and the streets of Harare, was a stirring rendering of postcoloniality and dreams that played out scenes of ritual nihilism.
The students critiqued masculinity and gendered roles in the capitalist, postcolonial reality, delivering a multi-layered analysis of exploitation and violence on the personal and public level as performed by the citizen and the state.
Ever present and highlighted in several skits was the theme of redemption, explored through the tropes of spirituality and religion, particularly exposing Christianity as a postcolonial hangover that controls much of daily life in Africa.
Of the myriad brightly hued, black players on the stage, lurked a lone white-clad actress covered in white paint and donning a blonde wig, perhaps symbolic of Maracheraâ€™s often-reported obsession with whiteness and Eurocentricity. This character floated about the stage, being scolded from time to time, but mostly ignored, echoing Marecheraâ€™s famous quip that: â€œThereâ€™s white shit in our leaders and white shit in our dreams and white shit in our history and white shit on our hands in anything we build or pray for.â€
Twijnstra says he plans to stage the adaptation in Zimbabwe in a yearâ€™s time. Weather permitting and given a yearâ€™s worth of marinating, I am sure that performance will take on a different shape. This debut, nevertheless, was a fine effort.