18/10/2024
Baksteen Opens the Clarens Theatre of Tragedy and Comedy
For her grand opening night, Baksteen, in her infinite wisdom, selected what she called “A Comedy of Tragedies” – none other than ESKOM. It was a masterpiece of modern farce, with everyone’s favourite Herculean leading lady, Baksteen, playing herself.
The Dominee made a fine appearance as an Eskom official, though a little too convincing at times. Tant Sarie, bless her heart, took to her role with terrifying zeal – you could tell she found unnatural joy in playing the part. She claimed she was born to it.
Then there was Wagter as head of security, growling in the doorway like a dog with something to prove. Pieter, ever the optimist, was our trusty stagehand – his job was to keep the lights on, a task that seemed ambitious from the start. And as for me, I took up the noble post of official press reporter, though I spent most of my evening in the smoking area nursing a sentimental reunion with an old flame, Klippies and Coke.
The whole of Clarens was summoned for this night of comedy, and they arrived eager, though mostly for the snacks. Wagter stood at the door, tongue hanging out, teeth bared, barking at anyone who didn’t toss a coin or a crumpled note into the improbably tall hat. A clever tactic, to be sure. After all, what’s culture without a bit of funding?
Baksteen, the woman of the hour, stormed onto centre stage, wasting no time. With all the fire and brimstone of a veld thunderstorm, she lit into Tant Sarie. The Dominee, bless his misguided soul, got flustered and forgot his lines. Instead of sticking to the script, he started defending Tant Sarie, all gallant-like, as if she were some fragile blossom in need of rescuing.
Tant Sarie shrieked, "This isn’t the bloody script! I'm supposed to tell them about the new 40% tariff increase and all the benefits – benefits, I tell you!”
Well, that set Baksteen off like a veld fire. “Dis nonsense!” she bellowed, “Who the hell wrote this rubbish?” Pieter, hoping to calm things down, ventured onto the stage. But Baksteen turned on him like a rabid dassie, demanding he fix the only flickering lamp on the stage, which was now dancing between on and off like it was at a disco.
By this point, the mood in the room was decidedly "electric," in that way Eskom likes to promise but seldom delivers. Folks started wandering back to the hat by the door – not to put in more money, mind you, but to see if they could get some of their contributions back. Some took a little extra while they were at it.
Ja-nee, it was a right moerse mess, and all over in under 20 minutes. The audience dispersed quicker than a flock of startled guinea fowl. Pieter caught a hard klap from Baksteen on his way out – I think it was for artistic effect, though it landed with quite some realism. And Wagter, not one to miss his moment, lifted his leg on the door just as I was closing it.
And that, dear reader, was the opening night of the Clarens Theatre of Tragedy and Comedy. A spectacular 20-minute take-away!
Speckled Bean.
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