BROKEN WATERPOT

BROKEN WATERPOT X8

PRECIOUS: In the language of a youth…

Now we speak and we shall speak, eeh, in the language of a youth. x 2

HARRIET: I am a very dead person, now dead for quite some time now.
When I was alive in the twilight of my youth, I was quite fat and brown, small and
pointed breasts mounted my chest. I was beautiful then I stayed at home admiring
my beauty but the devil was not to leave me alone for long. How many times do
we blame the devil? Oh, I will speak, speak and speak!

PRECIOUS: Broken waterpot, Broken waterpot, Broken waterpot

ALL: Like a waterpot that is broken, we are left!

THREAZER: In the language of a youth…

ALL: Now we speak and we shall speak, eeeh, in the language of a youth.

PRECIOUS: In the language of a youth…

ALL: Now we speak and we shall speak, eeeh, in the language of a youth.

HARRIET: A man who seemed to be responsible, very stout and bald-headed,

raped me more than once and left me in agony. I started sweating at night, I lost
appetite, slimming, purging and eventually my beauty diminished. I wilted like a
flower that is left in sunlight for long, till I passed on.

GRACE: Broken waterpot, Broken waterpot, Broken waterpot!

ALL: Like a waterpot that is broken, we are left, in a pandemonium state.

Meandering, murmering and wondering as to why life is so misery.

PRECIOUS: I was not born a street kid, but the circumstance has made me to be.
My reckless and undevoted father divorced my mother who died of stress barely
two months after I was born. In a confusion state I was left, just a young child
without motherly and fatherly care. Father must be alive but he is nowhere to be
seen.

ALL: He is like a ghost that disappears in the morning mist, a shadow, a dark
shadow of a person that no man can imagine.

PRECIOUS: He has forsaken me like a thing that is not a being. Like a paper that
is thrown into a rubbish pit.

ALL: Oh, what an obstinate father!

PRECIOUS: Here I am, begging, bowing and scrambling for dumped left over
foods. Though I sleep and spend cold and wet nights in the streets, I still want to
become a lawyer. Yet, no one comes to my rescue. I smoke marijuana, I sniff
boastic, I sniff petrol just to keep courage and cope with life in this way. It is not
my wish, I am in a dilemma. Like a waterpot that is broken, I am dumped.
 HARRIET: Broken waterpot, Broken waterpot, Broken waterpot!

ALL: Like a waterpot that is broken, we are left, in a pandemonium state.

Meandering, murmering and wondering as to why life is so misery.

GRACE: Slowly but sure the mind of man is now perverted. He who used to be
compassionate is now complacent. The complaints of a child to them is like a tiled
floor that compliments the divine furniture. He has forgotten and forsaken his
compatriots. He has turned his back against his children. His mercy and care is just
an illusion. He has reached a point beyond man’s description. Oh, I wonder where
we are heading to; I wonder who will shield a young child.

ALL: We are tired; we are weary on this restless journey which seems to be
endless. Meditating from time to time, when we shall be free and indeed have a
rest.

THREAZER: Oh, don’t worry my sister don’t worry my sister! You have gone
through pain, yes, it pains. You have been neglected, you have been forsaken, You
have been abused, called by names, don’t worry. These people are here, she is
here, he is here, and you are there! Look at what you have done! Like a waterpot
that is forsaken for leaking, you let young people cry. You let innocent beings
perish…

(Comforting song)

HARRIET: Ndabula mababa, Ndabula mababa, Ndabula mababa…

 ALL: Oh, had we wings, wings, wings of a dove, wings of an eagle, wings of a
golden plover, we could have flown, flown to the highest, the highest where there’s
no pain, leaving behind afflictions and frictions, calamities and abnormalities. In
reality, we can’t stand this anymore. Maweee…! Twacula,
But soon and very soon we shall be transformed. In the twinkling of an eye, our
mortality shall be immortality, our tears shall be dried. Our sorrows shall be turned
into joy. We shall sing songs. Songs of jubilation, for our hope is in Jesus.

Presenters:
Harriet Mwansa
Grace Chiluba
Precious Kasanda
Threazer Kabesha

Author: Ryan Mutanti