photo taken from http://www.armsoflove.org/A monologue is a dramatic performance with one actor. A monologue usually allows the audience to see inside the mind and feelings of a character rather than being driven by action. Your task is to create a monologue performance as a street child. Use your monologue to give us a taste of what your life is like on the streets. It's up to you how much or how little information you give us about your past, about why you are on the streets. Your monologue must, however, show evidence that you have undertaken research into the lives of street children, so that although it is obviously a creative work of the imagination, it is grounded in fact. Use the assessment rubric to help you structure your monologue. There are plenty of resources in the drama room, plus many websites with information. You will perform your monologues on Thursday January 17th. Dont forget that if you want to perform in your first language you must provide an English translation to Ms T before you perform.
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Monologue
“Oh my God, why me, why her, I have to escape from this evil place, well, people like me make it evil… I broke my promise…”
That’s what I thought about, when I first robbed a store, for surviving… I was an 11 years old boy, and I have been living in Zimbabwe… A very poor country that I hate, I hate everything that is related to it… Even the government did not take care of us, it even made our life, the life of street children worse. But how did I become a street child? Well that’s a very long story, my mom was a prostitute, and she was the only one who brought money to our family, my dad died because of the cheap alcohol addiction right before I was born… My dad, oh no, I have got no father… He was a rapist; he was the one, who made my mom become the one, whom she was… He even did not marry my mom after he realized that she is pregnant. He was an awful man, no; I do not want to talk about him. On my eleventh birthday, I finally realized what the real life is; it is hard to survive in this world of dangers… That terrible evening, when I and my mom were celebrating this day in our hut, made out of cupboards… It was raining that night, and my mom was not in a very good mood. Suddenly I noticed that she was crying, I did not understand why, maybe she was happy, and those were the tears of happiness? No, she is crying because of her being worried of something… Hmmm, suddenly she hugged me, and told me that I have to be strong, starting from this day, I have to find money and live on my own… I started crying, I did not know why, maybe my mom found a boyfriend and she is leaving me? But why? Doesn’t she love me anymore? Oh, I do not care about what is going to happen to me, the only thing that I want, is my mom being happy… My dear, my mom said, I am going away, and I have to leave you here, but you have to promise me that you won’t give up, that you will survive in any kind of situation, and please, I beg you, never do anything bad to people, never become a criminal… These were her last words to me, and I still remember them. The next day, because of being hungry, I robbed the store and broke my promise… The police was searching for me, and they finally found me, beat me up, and left me there, dying, in the middle of nowhere… I was bleeding; I had cuts and bruises all over my body… But as you see, I survived. Years past, I became tough; the streets make you tough, even if you don’t want to… I became a real criminal… I had a very bad reputation, and there were pictures all over the town, with a word that is killing me every time I see it –Wanted-. And now, I am sitting in a jail, waiting until the policeman is going to call me, to get out of this cage, and breathe easily… Well, these are my wonders, my dreams… I am here, and I am going to get executed in a moment… Yeah, that how unjust this world is… And I come out, and the sunlight strikes into my eyes… And in a second… It switches to the silence and darkness…
Well i enjoyed the monologues that everyone did but i think i could have improved my own. Firstly, i think i repeated some of the things i said, which took away from the performance. To improve this next time i think i should practice more. I didn't really practice with the time we were given which was a mistake. I think that the research on the monologues was an extremely important part of it. I enjoyed reading the articles from The New Internationalist and after finishing my research of street children i went on to looking at other articles about children. So I think i had enough research for my monlogue, but another thing i could have improved was my tone of voice. My partner said i should have been more expressive, but i think when i did it I was quite nervous. I tihnk i'm much more nervous doing a practiced performance but much calmer when i improvise something. For example when i played my sax in assembly I ot extremely nervous, and didn't play as well. This was the same for the monologue.
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