Rita(49)Owner of a spice shop in Grey Street and highly regarded by her neighbouring vendors. She gave up her job as a teacher to assist her husband in the store. Despite his demise and the practical adversities facing the store, particularly from a strange spice thief, Rita tries to keep it open.
Vijay(29)A candidate attorney who is nearing the last days of his training but is uncertain whether he will be retained as a qualified attorney. He is Rita’s only child and they share a deeply respectful relationship that has survived many emotional and practical challenges.
Thulani(28)A hawker who has creative talent in making ornaments and toys and sells his goods on the streets of the city. He is a good friend to Rita and Vijay and has an awareness of the buzz of the city. He is eagerly trying to save money so that he can further his studies part-time and take up a position as a clerk.
Shahid(41)A skilful trader who has travelled from Pakistan to South Africa with his family in the hope of improving his financial circumstances. He seems to be disliked by many members of the local trading community but he himself has some prejudicial views.
Rani(30)A vibrant young woman who runs a catering business but whose main dream has been to become a dancer. She finally gets an opportunity to realise her ambition. She is Rita’s closest friend and tries to help her.
Ajith(30)A department store employee who is solely caring for his ailing mother. He is Rita’s nephew and Rita and his mother once worked in the spice store together. He is particularly bitter because of a family secret which he has recently discovered.
Sagren(35)A hawker who is experiencing increasing financial challenges. He uses a variety of eccentric methods to sell some dubious products. He is a deep admirer of Rita’s culinary skills and enjoys reminiscing with her.
Tiny’s mother(62)An old shoe store owner in Grey Street. One of the matriarchs in the area and who is considered to be a snob by many of the traders.
Grey Street, a trading district in the city of Durban.
Spice ’n Stuff is set in Grey Street (now called Yusuf Dadoo Street), which was the designated trading area for people of Indian origin during Apartheid. The area evolved to become a bustling precinct frequented by South Africans of all racial classifications and some international tourists too. There were a variety of small businesses in the district offering reasonably priced goods to cater for all tastes. Products included eastern spices, eastern and western fabric and formal wear, Indian music and movies and a variety of eateries offering mouth-watering Durban cuisine.
During the 1990s Durban experienced a surge in mall culture as numerous retail complexes, incorporating entertainment zones, were constructed in Durban’s plusher suburbs. There was also an increase in violent crime in the city centre due to the changing of Apartheid legislation to now permit freedom of movement and also due to the increasing number of international crime syndicates operating in South Africa.
Grey Street was hugely affected by the aforementioned factors and traders also began experiencing major competition from Chinese and Pakistani storekeepers who moved into the now racially declassified district and serviced a market demand for cheap but reliable products. Many of the old Indian families who had previously dominated the precinct now also had a new generation of professionals in their clans. This generation was not interested in continuing the trading legacy and so most of these families simply shut up shop whilst some formed partnerships with black African traders who had previously been their employees.
Spice ’n Stuff is set in the time of this major change during the early years of the new millennium. However, the work is also about the complex private lives of the traders and hawkers as the playwright attempts to break the stereotypes about the Indian community and present the multi-dimensional people behind the renowned products.
The title Spice ’n Stuff refers to two important aspects – on one level it is simply the name of the main character’s spice shop, which stocks spices but also incense, herbal teas, sweetmeats and savoury treats (hence “stuff”); on a more complex level it refers to the “spiciness” and the depth of drama as an art form and this story in particular.
The play takes place in a small spice shop and in the immediate vicinity outside the shop. The spice shop should be placed centrally, with the street action taking place on left stage and right stage. The lead character, Rita interacts with most of the characters in the spice shop. The character Shahid most often appears on right stage as his store is to the right of the spice shop, although it is not revealed to the audience. The character Thulani most often appears on left stage because this is his main trading area. The character Sagren straddles between left and right as he tries to locate any potential customers.
The spice shop has a small counter with two old fashioned chairs on either side of the counter. A few typical items are on display but there is no need for extravagant design. Incense must always be burning and a few colourful types of spices and herbs could be displayed.
The street sections do not require a definitive design but must simply be distinguished from the shop. The design could include the street name, a bus stop sign, a rubbish bin, some litter, and a small bench.
An alternative design would be to keep the shop and street quite bare and use two big screens to distinguish the locales. A picture of a variety of spices on the one screen could characterize the shop and the other screen could reflect the diverse features of Grey Street through changing pictures from its early days to current day. These pictures are widely available on the internet and create something of the atmosphere of Grey Street.
This is merely a basic sketch of the layout. No flatage is depicted.
Lights come up on Rita, Vijay, Shahid, Sagren and Thulani in frozen position. Rita and Vijay are in the spice shop. Shahid and Sagren are on right stage. Thulani is on left stage. Theme music plays for a few seconds. As the music fades, Vijay kisses Rita on her cheek and then exits. Rita then does her monologue and Shahid, Sagren and Thulani remain frozen.
May is the most beautiful month in Durban. In Grey Street, people always seemed to walk more briskly and smile more broadly in May. I had first started business here in the month of May. Fifteen years ago. I had given up teaching primary school English to help my husband run a spice shop. And even after he had passed on, after so many of the old storekeepers had left, after this place had changed so much, there still seemed to be some magic in May. (Pause) But in the May of 2006, the month just seemed like any other. And as the days passed, my neighbouring vendors and I talked more and more about a time gone by. (Pause. Rita walks toward the door and looks out.)
Still, as I stood in my store one more time, I heard the various sounds of Grey Street shouting out to the world.
We hear the sounds of people shouting; buses hooting and police sirens wailing. Then the various characters come to life.
Hey my friends, come see my nice toys.
Buy some for your little boys
I’ve got cars, trains and planes
No more sad when it rains.
Hey madame, come see. I’ll make you a nice price. Please sir, put a smile on your son’s face. (Freezes)
How’s it, lahnee. I got a genuine Rolex, for you here. No fakes, bru. This is the real thing. (Pause) Two clips. No, no, wait man. I got a lovely necklace here for your cherry. Put a smile on her face. She’ll think you’re the ace. Invite you to her place. 100 bucks, bru. (Freezes)
Jaldi karo, Fareida. Jaldi karo. Don’t worry about that rude man. You know there’s so many like that who hate us. Just serve the other customer. (Freezes)
What about these special ornaments I make, people? I got dogs. I got cats. I got dolphins. I got vases for your flowers. What about these beautiful beads? I make it all myself. (Freezes)
No, no. I’m not gonna buy whiskey, bru. You can’t even buy good whiskey for R100. I’m just joking, lahnee. What’s that? Hey, I’m not a thief. My cousin owns a jewellery store. He felt sorry for me. You know, because I lost my job. I got a family to feed, bru. (Pause) Hey, you don’t wanna buy, vie. Don’t give me a sermon. My father-in-law’s a preacher. And my aunty’s a teacher. (Freezes)
Come on. Come on. Walk inside. Walk inside. Have a look. Come on ladies. Buy one cell phone. Get two, three free. The best deals in town. Our special today – buy this Nokia phone, and we’ll give you for free, one hands free kit, one pouch, and two tickets to Salman Khan’s new movie. Back isle seats. (Freezes)
What’s that, madame? Ja, it’s R10 for the lion and the elephant. Together. Ai, it’s cheap. In the flea market, it’s double. I’ll give you the leopard for free. (Pause) Not today, hey? (Freezes)
Hey aunty. (He shows his overcoat)
See what I got inside for you. (Pause) No, not like that aunty. You’re not understanding me. I got some lovely DVDs here. Twelve films on one disc aunty. Oh okay, no lucker. Go buy the new DVDs from the white shops. (Pause) How’s it, bra. Hell, don’t turn away. Open your eyes.
He exits left stage, calling after the man.
Hello. Shahid here. Oh, hello Inspector Naidoo. Ja, I got ‘Black’ here. Plus two more movies on the same disc. For fifty bucks. (Pause) No, Amitabh’s new movie is coming to the cinema next month. But I got it on DVD already. (Pause) Forty bucks. When you coming? This afternoon. No problem. (Freezes)
What’s that, sir? You’re looking for Singh’s Spice Shop? Just down the road sir. Go see Rita. Say Thulani sent you. Masala tea is on special today, sir. Hey people. For all the best spices. At the best prices. Go to Singh’s Spice ’n Stuff. Your curry will be so hot, there’ll be nothing left in your pot. (Turns around to point out shop.) Singh’s Spice ’n Stuff. 121 Grey Street.
Hey! My bag! My bag! My God. Indian boys are stealing now. Help me. Catch him. Someone please help me.
He runs after the boy, exiting right stage.
Inspector Naidoo, I got a ticket the other day for speeding. 150 on a eighty zone. You think you can sort it out? (Pause) Hey, thanks man. I’m looking forward to see you, my friend. I’ll give you for free Tanzen Nepaul’s new CD. He is about to exit, but then Sagren comes hurrying past.
Shahid, I have to return some of your DVDs. Nobody wants to buy these. (He hands a few DVDs to Shahid.)
How many did you sell?
I sold about a dozen this week.
Okay, that’s not bad. Here. (He hands Sagren some money.)
Shahid, I think you must be careful about selling pirated DVDs over the next couple of weeks. One of my contacts told me that the ‘copyright cops’ are planning a raid.
What contacts do you have?
I know what’s happening on the street, Shahid. Even Thulani’s friend told him about the raid.
I’ve got police contacts too. You don’t worry about all this Sagren. You just do your thing.
Shot lahnee. You handle it your way. But I won’t take any more DVDs from you right now. I’ll see you Shahid.
Sagren exits right stage. Rita enters left stage, carrying some packets of tea, and is about to enter her shop when she sees Shahid.
Morning Shahid.
Morning Rita. You drinking green tea now.
I like trying some of Mr. Chang’s tea.
Fareida told me you give him some of your masala tea and he gives you some green tea.
Yes. An old fashioned exchange of products. You don’t approve?
No, I’m not saying that. It’s just that these Chinese traders are so cold to us.
Just like some Pakistani traders are to me.
My family and I are not like that to you Rita.
I know Shahid. Just like Mr. Chang and his family are decent to me.
Okay Rita. I suppose just like us they are just trying to make a good living. Er… did the… er… spice thief come again last night?
Yes.
I’m sorry Rita. Did he take only a few spices again?
Yes. I don’t understand what’s going on.
You must tell the police Rita.
It’s okay Shahid. Vijay is handling it.
Oh, okay. Er… are you still thinking about my offer to take over your store?
Shahid, I told you, I’m not interested in your offer.
I thought you might think about it some more.
There’s nothing to think about Shahid. I’m keeping my store.
Okay. Okay Rita. I don’t want to push things. I admire your courage.
Thank you Shahid. See you later.
Have a good day Rita.
Rita enters her store and Shahid exits. Rita lights some incense and says a silent prayer. She clasps her hands above her head to a frame. Then she sits behind the counter and looks out into the street.
Come on. Somebody please come. (A few seconds pass as Rita nervously fiddles around the counter. Then she notices someone coming in.) Oh no. Not Tiny’s mother. She thinks she shits chocolate fudge ice cream with hazelnuts and raisins. (Tiny’s mother enters with a scowl on her face.) Hello Aunty. How are you?
I’m fine. It’s my daughter-in-law who’s sick. She’s been having stomach problems since last week because of the gharam masala I bought from you.
I think you’re mistaken aunty. You never buy anything from me. You just poke around, complain about everything and leave.
You calling me a liar? I came on Saturday morning. You were not here at that time. I bought from your son.
Well it can’t be my masala. Nobody else complains.
Who can complain? I don’t think anybody buys from you anymore.
I’m doing alright aunty. Not all of us storekeepers are as lucky as you and your son.
We work very hard. That’s why God blesses us.
We all work hard aunty. But some of us don’t go around to other vendors’ stores to look down on them.
What are you talking about Rita?
On the few occasions I have come to your shoe store aunty, I haven’t snooped around and made sarcastic comments. I just bought a pair of shoes and left.
Oh, what you saying Rita? You think I don’t feel sorry for the struggling shopkeepers here in Grey Street. My son and I support the Grey Street Traders’ Association. We helped lot of people here. Even Africans too. I don’t think you can accept criticism of your spices.
There’s nothing wrong with my spices. You know there’s a bug going around. Maybe that’s why your daughter-in-law is sick.
She don’t get bugs. She’s a P.E. teacher. (Illustrate following movements.) And when she comes home she cooks, cleans, waters the garden, feeds the dog, and looks after her husband and me. She’s very fit.
I see you are very complimentary of your daughter-in-law but I heard that she and your son wanted to put you in an old age home. (Tiny’s mother is shocked. She takes some tablets and steadies herself.)
All lies. Devi must have told you that. She’s very jealous. Because her daughter-in-law still makes her do all the housework while she goes and gambles at Suncoast.
Do you want a refund aunty?
Maybe you can give me a discount. How much is this figs?
Two rand a packet.
So expensive. I can get it for R1,50 in the market.
Then why don’t you go there?
It’s too far to walk. My son can’t drive me there now. He’s gone to the BMW dealers. He’s buying a four times four.
That’s very nice. Look, you can have the figs for free.
I don’t want anything for free.
Well then if there’s nothing that I can do for you aunty, please excuse me. I’d rather sew some blouses while I’m waiting for customers.
In fact that’s why I really came. My daughter is getting married next month. Found herself a nice doctor. He got his own practice in Tong… er… Ballito. Myself and some relatives need sari blouses. Savi told me you sew nicely. And you are very cheap.
But aunty, you’re not worried my blouses will give you a skin rash, like my masala gave your daughter-in-law a stomach ache.
Don’t give me buck. I’m trying to help you.
You’re trying to help yourself. The only reason you want to hire me is that I’m the cheapest.
Hey, I’m not a cheapskate.
Anyway, I’m very busy right now.
You don’t want to do it Rita? I have twelve people for you. Plus my two nieces want Punjabis made. (Rita is very tempted and looks awkwardly at Tiny’s mother.) That’s a lot of business. I don’t think you can afford to say no. (Awkward pause.)
Is your sister Shanta one of the twelve?
Yes.
Then I’ll deal with her. Only her. (Tiny’s mother smiles as if she has gained a victory.)
That’s fine. But you deal with me now. Take my measurements. (Rita hesitates for a second, then submits.)
Come to the back. (The two ladies move towards the back, but then Tiny’s mother notices something.)
I see you got no chicken tikka spices left. What happened? Did people complain about that too?
Rita sighs and pushes Tiny’s mother into the back. Thulani enters right stage, in a hurry followed by Shahid. Thulani sees that his bag has been dropped.
Hey! What are you doing? Just leave him, boy.
I am not a boy! That is a boy. He stole my bag.
Ja, so you got it back now. He dropped it down. Why do you want to catch him? To hit him? (Thulani wriggles out of Shahid’s grasp.)
I don’t hit little boys.
Good. You must report it to the police.
Ja, the policeman saw me chasing after him, and he carried on eating his ice cream.
Well, it doesn’t matter. You got your bag back.
Yes. If I lost this bag I would starve today. Would you have given me some chicken tikka? (Pause) You know Shahid, the other day I saw you and your brother chasing after a black boy, who stole a cell phone… And after you slapped him, you took him to the police station. But today it’s different.
That black boy has been stealing all over the place. Lucky I caught him. This boy – it’s first time.
And now you let him go, soon it’ll be 100 times.
Vijay enters from left stage, carrying a rose.
Don’t debate criminal justice with shallow Shahid, my friend.
Vijay.
What happened man? Another girl returned your rose.
He knows nothing about romance either. He would never buy flowers for his wife. In fact, all our local merchant king can talk about is Tikka Masala, pirated DVDs and the Brown Man’s Wish.
Brown Man’s Wish?
The BMW. (Thulani laughs.)
You don’t know what I can talk about.
Well let’s see then. Can you comment on the government’s proposed new legislation for small business enterprises? Can you analyse the burdensome taxation laws applicable to close corporations? Do you even understand the distinction between a private company and a close corporation? Hmm?
No. I don’t know your big words.
Yes. But you’re making big money, hey?
Yes. I’m making big money. Much more than you.
Yes. That’s Shahid’s great triumph over me. He doesn’t understand anything I say, but he makes a lot more money than me or my mum. And he loves to shove it down my throat. Hey Shahid? You like to make fun of me with your Pakistani brothers.
I don’t make fun of you. You make fun of me. But what do you know of me? (Vijay removes his arm from around Shahid.)
Go back to the shithole you came from. You know nothing of our struggle.
I know struggle. When I come here three years ago, I stay in one room with ten of my family and friends. But I hurt no one to make money.
You hurt people every day.
Lies. I even try to help your mummy. She can’t pay rent. My brother will take over her store. Make it a tikka place. And she can work for him.
And what about our legacy? Give up our store so she can slave for you!
Spice ’n Stuff is there for over fifteen years.
But she can’t pay rent. Mr. Maharaj will throw her out.
And then Tariq’s Terrific Tikka will spring up. But we still have one more day to pay. So tell your wife to put away mummy’s recipes for a while. Now why don’t you go back and sell your shit to your cop friends.
Shahid exits dejectedly.
I think maybe you hurt him, Vijay. Sometimes you are too hard man.
Why do you care about his feelings, Thulani? He treats you like shit.
No he doesn’t. I think, maybe he’s just frightened of black people.
He doesn’t seem frightened when black businessmen come to buy his cell phones.
I don’t know Vijay. I’ve got other concerns.
No sales today?
Nothing. Nothing this whole week. I saw Mr. Dlamini yesterday. He said he can’t give me the clerk’s job unless I register to do the Business Management Course at college. I told him that I have three years experience doing that job, but he says no. But I still need another R1000 to pay registration fees.
He can’t loan you the money?
No. He’s already funding two employees.
I wish I could help you brother. But I have to help my mum right now.
No, it’s okay Vijay. Just as long as you can help me with my studies.
Of course.
It’s not all bad. Because I’ll tell you why. There’s a guy – I think he’s from, er, Norway or somewhere – he was at Victoria Market last week. And he saw some of my things and liked them. He said if I can make him a special big five, he will pay me six hundred rand.
Really?
Ja. He said he was coming again this week, but I didn’t see him yet.
Did you make it?
I’m nearly finished. Hey Vijay, Uyabona umfana. You must see it. Ngiyakutshela. It’s going to be beautiful.
Bring it to the store tomorrow afternoon.
I will. (Pause) Anyway, I must go. Where are you taking that rose?
It’s where I’m coming from with it.
Where?
From Mr. Pillay’s store. I wanted to give it to his beautiful daughter, Samantha. But she refused to accept it.
Oh, you know why Vijay? She likes that bus driver, Tony.
So she said. What is it about young Indian women’s attraction to the purveyors of public transport?
Ai wena. What’s that?
Never mind. I think they’re attracted to the vehicle, not the driver. There’s something powerful about sitting in the hotseat. Next to the driver. While everybody else fights for a seat… you’re the belle of the bus. (Thulani is bemused.)
Didn’t that other girl you liked, what’s her name, er, Leela, also like a bus driver?
No, no Thulani. She liked a taxi driver. Give her credit. She had more ambition. A faster vehicle to romantic bliss.
(Thulani laughs.)
You should just forget about these girls and concentrate on Rani.
Rani? What are you talking about?
Oh, come on Vijay. I see how you act around her when she visits your ma’s store.
Shit. I hope it’s not so obvious to her.
I think she knows. (Vijay looks pensive.)
It’s just a crush. She’s a beautiful woman, just out of reach. It’s a common story.
Don’t worry Vijay. You’re the man. I know there’ll be someone special for you.
You know, I said to myself as I was walking around serving these notices, I said I hope I see Thulani. Because he always makes me feel better. Even on the days I wish I had stuck to lecturing. Not tried to become a lawyer. (Thulani smiles.)
Ai, you had to become a lawyer. To be part of the big bad world, hey. Anyway it’s only your last two days as a trainee lawyer now. After that the big boss will pay you the big bucks.
Maybe. (Pause)
You going back to the office now?
Not just yet. I’m going to grab a bunny chow. And see if any girls will accept my rose. Today is one day I don’t have to fight to find time to have a piss. The boss is on a trial in Joburg.
Hey, mncwa mfanaman, that’s good. Enjoy it.
See you later, my friend.
Moja Vijay.
Turns to exit. Suddenly Rita comes rushing towards them, carrying a packet.
Thulani. Thulani. (He turns around.)
Ma. What’s going on?
Thulani, there was a guy from Norway who came to the store to look for you. He said you told him he might find you there.
Yes. He wants to buy something from me.
Yes. He told me that if I see you I must tell you that he’s going to the flea market. You can find him there.
Oh, thank you Rita. Thank you.
Good luck Thulani.
Sharp.
Thulani exits.
Ma, I met my police contact, Inspector Moolla at court today. He’s going to send a constable to the shop tomorrow to check if the spice thief left any fingerprints.
Okay son. (Pause) Who is that rose for?
For you Ma. I was just bringing it to the store. (He gives it to her. She smiles broadly.)
Thank you son. (Vijay points to the packet.)
What’s that?
It’s samoosas. Summaya ran out. So she wanted to buy some from me. Why don’t you come with me? Say hello to Uncle Ismail.
I have to serve these notices to storekeepers. Pay up or receive summons in two weeks.
Next week it might be my turn.
It’s Thursday, Ma. That’s your lucky day, isn’t it? You always have good things happening on Thursdays.
Maybe it’ll be your lucky day today, son. The boss will fly back later and tell you that you are the new associate attorney.
And then I’ll take you to Gateway to India to celebrate. We’ll have rhogan josht, sweet larsee and ghoolab jamun.
Wow! For once I won’t have to cook. (Pause. Rita strokes Vijay’s face.) My beautiful Vijay. You are my light. (Vijay holds her.)
Lights fade to blackout.
Lights come up on Rita and Rani. They are seated in the shop, having tea and chatting. Rita is seated behind the counter and Rani seated opposite her.
So who said that Rekha mustn’t marry Raj?
Pat.
Which Pat? Thin Pat or Fat Pat?
Fat Pat.
Right. Fat Pat doesn’t like Raj because he didn’t want to go out with his daughter.
Yes. Anyway Cookie jumped in and said that–
Which Cookie? Big Cookie or small Cookie?
Er, small Cookie. She said that she saw Raj with another girl at Suncoast.
What a place to take her. Where all the Indians hang out.
It’s all lies. So Harry said–
Rich Harry or dirty Harry?
Oh! I’m not carrying on with the story. I can hardly finish a sentence with your–
I’m sorry Rani. But your family is complex. And they have similar nicknames.
Well, all Indian families are complex Rita. Anyway, the short version is that Rekha has postponed the wedding. She wants some time to think.
Well that’s good for you. Your family will be focused on your cousin, so they won’t put pressure on you to get married.
I don’t care about their pressure. I’ll get married when I’m ready.
The theatre producer is going to ask you very soon.
Nonsense. It’s early days in our relationship. And now we’ve got the show to put on… look, right now we’re enjoying being best friends.
I married my best friend. (Pause as both women reflect.) But maybe that was…I was so young… never mind. (Awkward pause.)
But come on now Rita. It’s been nearly five years since Sanjeev passed away. What about a new man for you? Hey? I see how Mr. Gobind looks at you when he comes in here. He’s coming for another kind of spice.
Oh, be quiet you. I thought when Nalini emigrated last year that sort of taunting would stop. But I see you’ve taken my baby sister’s place.
You’re a beautiful woman, Rita.
Rani, I haven’t met someone with whom I want to share my life story. (Pause) Anyway, I’m interested in your wedding. I’ll be taking care of all the little details.
Of course.
And I’ll be sewing your sari blouse.
Oh, speaking about blouses. I nearly forgot. My friend Shamilla needs a sari blouse for her brother’s wedding. Can you come take her measurements on Saturday afternoon?
Definitely. Thank you Rani.
It’s a pleasure, my friend.
So how’s rehearsals going?
Tiring, but it’s going very well.
I read an article about the show in last night’s paper. It’s going to be huge.
Spectacular.
The article said that some of the big TV producers from Joburg are coming to see it.
And a director from India. I met him last week. Oh Rita, if it goes well, then anything is possible.
I’m so happy for you Rani.
I guess I should just be grateful that my boyfriend is a big producer.
You got the part because of your talent Rani.
But I haven’t danced professionally for three years Rita.
You’re going to be great.
You know I spent my young life trying desperately for a breakthrough in theatre, and had to settle for a small catering business. And now at thirty this happens.
You’re still a baby Rani.
Not as a dancer Rita.
Well, I can’t wait to see you perform. How about some more tea?
I can never say no to your tea Rita. (As Rita pours, she notices someone outside and looks toward the door.) Who’s that?
It’s Mr. Dookie. I thought he was coming in. He used to come every week, but now…
How many customers have you had this week?
About half a dozen. And only two bought something substantial.
Was it Fathima and Andrew again?
Yes. Bless them. Fathima’s been my best customer for over five years. And Andrew still drives all the way from Umhlanga to buy spices from me once a week.
Ja, he’s willing to take that risk, hey? You know on my way here, I went past Gopal’s Gift Shop. He says the A Team robbed his store again on Tuesday. The old man says he’s going to close up.
Yes. Next month. Even if he wasn’t robbed, he can’t compete with the Chinese Gift Shops.
Rita, it’s only a matter of time before…
Before they rob me again.
Yes. And I’m sorry to say, but this time they might hurt you.
It’s not just the A Team. There are different criminals here every week.
Exactly. Every two weeks I come here I hear about at least two or three tragic stories. I don’t want to hear yours.
I’ll survive.
For how long Rita? You might pay this month’s rent. But what about next month? It doesn’t matter how good your spices are, no one wants to come here. Maybe if some of the other old stores were still here, they might still come. But they’re not going to come for one spice shop. People would rather go to the malls.
Malls. Ja, where there are so many exploiters.
And many decent people just trying to earn a living.
Hmm. You go to these people, buy a month’s supply and then get hijacked on your way out of the mall.
You know that seldom happens.
What do you want me to do? (Pause)
Rita, you’re a dear friend to me. And I’ve admired you for a long time. So let me come clean now. I didn’t come here to buy spices from you today.
Oh.
I came to ask you for permission to talk to Anand about you. You know he has many business contacts. And I told you that his brother wants to open an Eastern fashion store at the Pavilion.
I don’t want Mr. Bollywood’s help. Look, don’t get me wrong. I like Anand. I want you to marry him. But I don’t want him involved in this.
He is involved. His uncle owns most of the property on this street, including yours.
Yes, his uncle. Who he hardly speaks to–
Rita, he can–
No Rani. Look, Vijay is definitely going to be an associate attorney in his firm next month. That will ease my burden.
Rani stands up and looks out into the street. There is silence for a few seconds.
You know when I used to come here a few years ago, I would look forward to each trip. I would lose myself in the bazaars. Let my nose lead me to all the little eateries. Be enchanted by the unique little shops in the arcades. (Short pause.) And I used to see many hopeful faces. The old storekeepers, just like you and Sanjeev. I don’t see that now. I see more and more Pakistani cell phone shops and take-aways. More black hawkers every week. Old family stores closing because of crime or because there are no customers coming…
But still you come. And you buy the spices for your catering business from Singh’s Spice ’n Stuff.
Not for much longer.
What? What do you mean?
I’ve been thinking Rita. My catering business has no long term potential. Since Mr. Naidoo went into partnership with Mr. Maharaj, I’ve been unable to compete. They get all the big clients.
So what will you do? Are you going into the arts full time?
I would like to. We’ll have to see how it goes. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll have to apply to the catering school to lecture.
I’m sorry that your business is not working out Rani. But you still have choices hey.
So do you Rita. You can let your life drift away here, or you can be part of a business which will reward your special skills. And let you and Vijay breathe again.
We started Singh’s Spice ’n Stuff in the last days of Apartheid. We’ve endured discrimination, crime, depression. We’ve lived in uncertainty. (Pause) I’m going to be fifty next year Rani. In a few months, Vijay will be thirty. I know these are urgent times.
Suddenly there is a loud sound of people chanting.
What the hell is that? (Rita looks out.)
It’s a group of security guards. They’re on strike. I think they’re marching to West Street.
I’ll bet they’ll start looting soon.
No, they won’t.
Another loud noise.
Oh my God! Rita, one of them is throwing boulders at shop windows.
Come away from there Rani. (Rani moves behind the counter. Rita remains, looking out.)
Come here Rita. It’s not safe.
Rita hesitates, and then she and Rani move to the back of the store. Vijay enters right stage, watching the security guards’ protest.
Shit! There’s always one idiot who mucks it up for everyone.
Suddenly Ajith enters right stage and rushes past Vijay.
Ajith! How’s it cousin?
Hello Vijay.
Why are you running?
That mob has gone wild.
It’s just one guy who’s out of control. (Vijay looks into the distance.) There. The police have caught him.
Good. Bloody security guards behave like criminals.
They’re protesting Ajith. They get paid peanuts.
So do I. But I don’t damage innocent people’s property because of that.
Your views are too simplistic.
Oh, of course! You’re the intellectual. The lawyer.
There’s no need for this Ajith. We can be civil to each other. After all, we’re cousins.
Some cousin.
What’s that supposed to mean? (Pause)
You’ve never even visited my mum even though you know she’s on her death bed.
Hey, we ask Aunty Sheila about her every day. And you know that my mum sends food for her regularly.
Food! Ja, she drops it off at our neighbour’s flat. She can’t even face my mum!
Look Ajith, I know things ended badly between our families. And I don’t know the whole story–
No, you don’t.
Yes. But we’ve prayed for your mum. What else do you want me to do? I’m not a doctor.
No. You’re a lawyer. You only help scum. (Ajith turns to leave.)
You’re not the only one feeling pain, cousin. I’ve seen you at Game. You turn away and act like you didn’t see me. When have you asked about our lives? (Ajith turns around.)
How’s your spice shop Vijay? Paying the rent?
We’ll manage.
I hear someone’s been stealing your spices every day. (Sarcastically) How you gonna manage that? (Vijay looks sadly at Ajith.)
Give my aunty my regards, Ajith. (Ajith turns away slowly and then exits left stage. Vijay looks at his watch, then out into the distance. He begins walking down right stage. His cell phone rings. He stops and answers.) Hello Candice. (Pause) What? The boss is back from Joburg. (Pause) He wants to see me urgently. Did he say why? (Pause) About the associate’s position. (Excited) Okay. I’m coming right now. Hold thumbs Candice. This could be my big day.
Vijay exits. Rita and Rani emerge from the back of the store.
I think they’ve stopped Rani. (Rita moves forward and looks out.) Yes. It’s safe. (Rani stares ahead.)
I hope they haven’t damaged much property.
It doesn’t seem like there’s much damage.
I parked my car just down the road. I hope they didn’t scratch it or anything.
Your car seems fine Rani. Don’t worry now. Everything is quiet.
Sagren enters and walks into the store.
Hello Rita. Hello Rani. Nice to see you.
How are you Sagren?
Well thanks Rani. Er, Rita, here’s the money for the blouses you sewed. From big aunty’s small sister.
Thanks Sagren. And here’s the blouses for small kaki’s big daughter-in-law.
What? Okay, never mind. How’s your lovely daughter Sagren?
Oh, she’s growing up so fast. You know I was taking her to visit sister-in-law the other day… it’s funny, we still say sister-in-law. I know her for twenty years and I still don’t know her name.
That’s the case in many Indian families Sagren. You know, every Indian family will call some senior member of the family by their title or by how they are related to someone in the family. And not by their name.
Ja, I know. People used to call my mother – Saggie’s Ma.
That’s right. People used to call my elder brother Dolly’s son.
Ja, you know we used to call my favourite cousin sister, Darling Aka.
My favourite aunty used to just be called Sister. And when her smaller sister came to stay with us, we called her Sister’s Sister. (Rita and Sagren laugh.)
What was I telling you about Rita?
Er, I can’t remember, Sagren.
Why am I not surprised?
Er, well, may I have half a dozen sweet corn samoosas for my daughter please?
Of course, my friend. What happened about that job in the factory you were telling me about?
No, it didn’t work out. The conditions were terrible.
But you should have tried it for a little longer Sagren. These are heavy times.
No, you see I’m waiting for word from my neighbour’s friend’s uncle, about a new shoe factory that he is opening in Phoenix. Near my house.
Do you still try to sell some of your interesting gadgets to make extra money Sagren?
Every now and then. I’ve got a new product now called ‘The Miracle Cutter’. You must check it out Rani. I’m going to do a special presentation tomorrow outside Mr. Pillay’s store. You know why – cos all the ladies take the taxi near his store.
I look forward to that Sagren. I remember that you’ve come up with some very unusual products in the past.
Our friend is very creative Rani. Don’t you remember his clever sale’s pitch at the shoe store?
He always got my attention.
That was a long time ago.
It was not so long ago.
It seems like a long time.
I hardly go to the store now. Your old boss lady has all her creepy relatives working there now. (Pause. Sagren deep in thought.)
I remember the day she fired me. I woke up with a terrific bablaas. I had to have a quick brandy cure. I remember staring at that bottle. And I said to myself – don’t drink any more Sagren. Not today. Or you going to get fired. And I put it away. I went to work sober. You know, even when I drank sometimes in the day, I did my job. But of course, just on that day I had to meet the most horrible customer of my life. I said to myself – be calm Sagren. The boss lady is after you. And then that customer started insulting me. And I lost it. I could see that she was happy. The boss lady was smiling. Now she could fire me without any legal problems. (Pause) Maybe I should have had that shot after all.
It’s alright Sagren. That’s finished now.
Ja, I’m better off not working for her.
Here’s your daughter’s samoosas. I put in a few extra. It’s my new recipe. Tell me what she thinks.
Oh, thank you Rita. She loves your samoosas. I told her, don’t worry, Singh’s Spice ’n Stuff will always be around so you can always have Aunty Rita’s samoosas.
I don’t know about that.
I have a good feeling Rita. Anyway, I must go now.
Bye Sagren.
Bye Rita. Lovely to see you Rani.
Take care Sagren.
Sagren exits.
He’s a lovely man. I hope his luck changes. (Rita’s cell phone rings.) Hello Niren. (Awkward) Er, I, er don’t have any chicken tikka spices right now. Er, I’ll get more next week. (Pause) Yes, I know. Try me next week please. Okay. Bye. (Hangs up.)
You don’t have any chicken tikka spices?
No.
Why not?
I’ve been the victim of a spice thief.
A spice thief.
Yes. For the last three days. (Concerned) It’s the weirdest thing. This thief has been taking spices on each of the three days which actually are the spices I use for my home menu on each of those days.
What?
You know how it is with us Hindi women, Rani. It’s fish on Mondays, veg on Tuesdays, chicken on Wednesdays, mutton on Thursdays and sugar beans and roti on Fridays.
So you are saying that he stole spices on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday which correlate with your menu on those days. (Rita nods.) Look, it’s probably just coincidence.
It’s strange.
That’s not the point, Rita. The point is that you can illafford to lose any spices, whatever the pattern. How is he getting in?
I don’t know. There’s no sign of forced entry.
I know you take your cash away on Fridays, but did he steal any other valuables?
Nothing. Thulani keeps his goods here overnight, but he didn’t touch that either.
It seems like he has a key to your store.
I don’t know Rani. Some of the thieves we get here nowadays are very sophisticated. They use all kinds of methods. Mrs. Reddy was cleaned out last week and there was no sign of forced entry.
Did you report it to the police?
They have their hands full with the A Team and other violent criminals. They’re not gonna pay attention to this.
Why does he steal a few spices each day?
Exactly.
You don’t think it’s Thulani, do you?
Absolutely not. Straight away you point fingers at the black man.
Come on Rita. You know I’m not racist, but–
That’s the most overused line in South Africa. And usually after the ‘but’ comes the most racist remark.
I’m just saying, Rita, that Thulani is struggling. Didn’t Vijay say that he’s battling to raise money for registration. People are capable of anything when they’re desperate.
We know Thulani for two years now. He’s one of us. (Uneasy pause.)
It couldn’t be an angry relative, could it?
Vijay has entered through the back door and now appears.
Which one from the long list, Detective Govender?
Vijay.
You see Ma pissed off a lot of relatives after she refused to take care of her mother-in-law when dad passed away.
She was a witch. She used to spit all over the house. And swear me.
Oh, there’s no need to explain Ma.
How are you Vijay?
I’m just great. Sold any spices today Ma? From the few you have left.
What’s wrong Vijay?
Oh, just another day at the office. How are you Rani? How’s rehearsals?
It’s going very well.
Hmm. Everybody at work can’t stop talking about the show. Should be another spectacular Bollywood musical from Mr. Anand Maharaj. And all the young girls and boys will think you’re the local Aishwariya Rai. And their parents won’t complain about paying R300 to see people shake their arses and sing other people’s songs.
Dance is an art form Vijay.
Not with Mr. Bollywood it’s not.
You know nothing about him. If you knew anything about theatre you’d be aware of the dance innovations he’s introduced. And the fact that he trains poor young girls for free every week. He’s not who you think he is.
He’s not the rich kid who grew up into a cheap entertainer?
No. He stayed in Reservoir Hills whilst the rest of his family moved to Umhlanga. He drives a Ford Fiesta. Without personalised number plates. And if he wasn’t choreographing this musical then it would be frivolous shit! (Awkward pause.) I should go Rita. It’s closing time.
I’m sorry Rani. I know you wouldn’t choose to do this unless it meant something. I’m sure you’ll be terrific. Especially if you dance the way you did at Grazers.
You saw me dance there?
Every Tuesday night.
Hardly anyone knows that I did those gigs. We seldom got more than a handful of people.
I always sat in the corner. And I clapped the loudest. (Rani is moved.)
Thanks Vijay. (Pause) This time you and your mum will sit upfront. I’ll see you soon Rita.
Okay Rani. Be careful now. There’s lots of pickpockets at this time.
I’ll be fine. Bye.
She exits.
Thank God you eventually showed some respect. Why were you talking to her like that? She’s our dear friend.
I don’t know. I’m just tired.
What’s wrong?
Nothing some of your lovely tea can’t fix. (He grabs Rita and starts tickling her. She giggles.) And how about some puri patha?
Stop tickling me.
Let’s pretend we’re in a Bollywood musical.
Vijay puts on some music and tries to do a quick little jig with Rita. Rita pulls away and Vijay continues in an eccentric manner for thirty seconds. Rita turns off the music.
Stop being silly Vijay. You are just like your father. He used to do the same tricks just before he gave me bad news. So what’s wrong?
The boss came back a little early from Joburg. He settled his matter. So he wanted to see me today about the associate position. (Rita looks very concerned.) The new associate attorney at Harrilall Incorporated will be the young hotshot Shaun Muthu.
Oh no. But he gave you so many signs that it would be you.
Nothing contractually binding. Look, if the only thing that mattered to me was my car and swimming pool, then I would choose Shaun Muthu too. He comes with his own clientele. He has an exuberant personality which everyone is attracted to. And most importantly, his father is a director of a JSE listed company.
Rita pours some tea and sips slowly.
What are we gonna do?
Oh, it’s not like I’m going to be unemployed Ma. Mr. Harrilall has asked me to stay on until I find another job. At my princely trainee lawyer’s salary. (Long pause. Vijay walks to the door and looks out sadly.) You didn’t hear from Mr Sewlal about his offer to bulk buy?
No. I’m wondering if he was serious. He often talks big.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter. It wasn’t necessarily going to be long-term.
We’ll find a way son. Maybe next month things will get better.
Maybe I can try to do some lecturing part-time. In the evenings.
Then you won’t have a life son.
You don’t have a life now Ma.
I think I should talk to Uncle Rajoo.
For a loan?
Yes. It’s the only thing to do.
No. You can’t do that. He’ll gloat about it to everyone for the rest of his days. ‘I got a Standard 4 education and I’m keeping the lawyer’s family afloat. That fella is an academic but you see my sons joined the family business and look at them now. One drives an M3, the other one a Z4 and the other one an X5. In a couple of years they’ll go through the whole alphabet of cars’.
Vijay, you don’t have to do everything for yourself and your mum. You’re just starting out. I know how the world works. Sometimes you have to ask for help. (Vijay looks outside again philosophically.)
Help. Just like most of these people, hey? Help me, they say. To their customers. To their relatives. To the government. But is anybody listening? I wish those white and black businessmen who think all Indians live in big white houses and drive BMWs would come to Grey Street. And see poor Indians. Alongside poor black people.
But Indians are survivors son.
How are you going to survive in two months Ma? (Pause.)
Let’s just go home Vijay.
I thought I might stay. Catch me a spice thief.
No Vijay. You can’t be here at night. Come now. We must go. (Starts packing.) Stop at Victoria Street please. You must run up with some food for Aunty Charmaine before it gets dark.
Why must you keep sending food to her? I know she’s dying of cancer now, but you haven’t even spoken to her for the last few years. I mean, she left our house six years ago. Dad fired her from the store. I know she’s family, but do you really think you’re helping?
She’s got no husband. Her daughter is stuck in Joburg. There’s only Ajith to take care of her. And he works horrible hours.
I met Ajith today. He’s become very bitter.
What do you mean?
I don’t think he even gives her your food.
Why would he do that?
Look Ma, your food is not going to cure her cancer. She’s going to die soon anyway.
Let her die with some dignity. (Suddenly there is a sound of loud gunshots.) Oh my God. Vijay, come away from the door.
A few seconds later, Shahid enters right stage screaming.
Rita! They shot my Fareida! They shot my Fareida! Please help me. (He starts crying. Vijay and Rita look at him in shock.)
Phone the ambulance Vijay. (Vijay telephones and Rita goes to Shahid.)
We just closed the shop, Rita. We came to the car. And they came for it. I gave up my keys but they still shot her.
It will be alright Shahid. The ambulance will be here now.
Lights fade to blackout.
Sagren and Thulani are on stage. Lights come up first on Sagren on right stage.
Come on ladies. It’s Friday, the last day of May. And today is your lucky day. Take a look at this. My new ‘miracle cutter’. Slices, dices, peels, shreds. All in one. No longer will you have to slave in the kitchen and miss the answers to those all important questions on the Bold and Beautiful – will Thorn prick Ridge? Why is Ridge so rigid? Is Stephanie really frigid? And what’s up with Brigit? When hubby comes home, he’ll be thrilled! Because now you’re a miracle worker – with the ‘miracle cutter’. (Pause) What’s that boss? Hey! At least I’m not walking the streets trying to pretend like I’m the local Al Capone. I’m trying to earn a living. (Pause) Check that ou, aunty. I’m trying to feed my little daughter. You know I got retrenched. My wife left me for a bus conductor. Not even a bus driver aunty. I can’t get another job because of affirmative action. That ou will go to a white store and pay three times the price for something of far less quality. But he won’t buy from his Indian brother. Because I must be scamming him. (Pause) Hey aunty, why you leaving? Come on ladies, where you going? Oh right. You see, when I try to sell a good product, nobody is interested. Fine. Bugger you. Vie by all the Wit ous in West Street and get swindled. (Sagren exits right stage.)
Lights come up on Thulani on left stage.
Hey people, I’m selling my toys at next to nothing today. Twenty rand for any three toys. Ja. It’s true. I’m happy today. (Pause) Yes sir, I’m happy. I’m sorry if you are not, but I’m still going to smile. (Pause) Hey ladies, I’ve got these beautiful beads. I’m going to give it to you as a gift.
Rita enters en-route to her store.
Hi Thulani. You’re in a good mood.
I am Rita. I finally met up with my overseas friend. He wants to see my big five.
That’s great.
And you know what else? He wants to see my other things. He might buy more.
Fantastic.
I was just waiting for you to come so I can pick up my things.
Yes, of course. Sorry I’m a bit late. We had some car trouble today and I had to give Vijay a lift to court. He’s got a big case on. (Rita begins opening her store.)
Aw, he couldn’t have a quiet last day as a trainee, hey?
It’s always hectic at that firm. Come. (She motions to Thulani to enter. He holds her arm.)
Rita, I hope the spice thief didn’t come last night.
They enter. Rita looks around quickly and examines the spice bowls.
All the spices are here. The thief didn’t come last night.
Oh, thank God Rita. I think our luck is going to change.
Let me get your things. (She goes to the back and returns with a box.) Here you go.
Thank you Rita. Thank you for everything.
What have I done Thulani?
You and Vijay have helped me so much. Encouraged me. And you never complain to keep my things. I could never keep it at the hostel. My new roommate is a bigger thief than the old one. And a bigger size.
And does Phineas still prowl around?
Oh yes. Looking for anything to take. People are still so scared of him.
Well I hope this Norwegian buys many things from you.
Thank you my friend.
So then you can study, hey?
Ja. I need to do that. Matric is nothing. That’s why it was easy for them to retrench me last time. (He turns to go but then stops.) Hey Rita. If I sell well I’m going to buy you a gift.
No Thulani. Don’t be silly.
I’m going to do it. It will be beautiful.
Don’t buy me something. Make me something beautiful. (Thulani smiles.)
Okay. I will.
See you later Thulani.
Sharp Rita.
Thulani exits. Rita lights some incense, says a silent prayer and raises her hands to a frame. She begins tidying the store and then suddenly finds a necklace below a sheet of paper. She is immediately startled. She recognises the necklace and slowly reacts to the revelation. A look of profound sadness crosses her face. She picks up her cell phone slowly. It rings, startling her.
Hello Vijay. What’s that son? (Pause) The boss is going to give you a party tonight? Ja, it’s nice of him. It’s your last day as a trainee. So you’ll be there this evening. (Pause) No, take your time son. Enjoy it. (Pause. Awkward.) No, my spice thief didn’t come last night. So tell your friend, Inspector Moolla, not to worry to come for fingerprints and things. (Pause) No Vijay. Just leave it for now. (Pause. Awkward.) Yes, it’s strange. Okay then. I’ll see you at home tonight. Bye son. (She hangs up and looks at the necklace again. She picks up her phone again, hesitates, then begins to dial a number.) Hello Ajith. It’s Rita. (Uneasy pause.) So did your mum ask you to send the necklace or are you acting alone? (Pause) It’s just you. I thought so. So what’s your game? (Pause) Why should I meet you? Why don’t I just report this? (Pause) Yes, it’s back, but it’s still… (Pause) No, you don’t know the whole story! (Pause) How could you know the whole story? I’m not going to… listen… Alright, alright, look, I’ll meet you.
Pause. Shahid enters.
No, I’m not coming there. Meet me at the store at 7pm. (She hangs up and tries to be friendly with Shahid, but she is still thinking about the phone call.) Hello Shahid.
Hello Rita.
How is Farieda feeling today?
She’s stable. They say she’ll be okay.
Thank God.
Praise Allah. And thank you Rita. And Vijay too.
We just did what anybody else would have done.
I don’t think so. Because when the shots were fired, Ranjith was just closing his store. I called to him when Farieda got shot but he ran away.
He must have been scared of the robbers.
No but when I called to him, the robbers were in my car, driving away.
I don’t know what to say Shahid.
No you don’t have to say nothing. I know many people don’t like me here because I’m Pakistani. Not just Hindus and blacks. But Muslims too. They think I mustn’t come to their country. But you know when my uncle came here seven years ago he said to me – Shahid, you work so hard in Pakistan but you are still poor. If you come here and work hard you will make money. And you will make friends. He was right about the money. But not about the friends.
It’s not you Shahid. There’s a lot going on here now. People are distracted by all the challenges.
No, but I know that you are my friend. You didn’t just phone the ambulance. You waited with me the whole evening in the hospital. And you told Vijay to ask his doctor friend to check in on Farieda. (Pause) You know when I said my brother can take your space and you can work in his tikka place, I said that because I know you’ll be a good worker. And I will make sure he pays you well. But now I know he must make his tikka somewhere else. I must help you to keep this store.
No Shahid, you don’t have–
No Rita. What Allah gives me is not just for me and my family. It’s for my friends too.
That’s not necessary Shahid. You must take care of Farieda and your children.
But Rita, I want–
No Shahid. It’s fine. I’ll be alright. (Pause)
Okay Rita. But whatever you need–
Thank you. (Pause) Are you going back to your store now?
I didn’t want to come today. I don’t want to go into the shop. But there’s a big client coming, and Farieda said you must go in Shahid. (Rita nods.) But first, I want to buy some of your masala tea. Everyone says it’s so nice but I never taste yet.
Of course. Come I’ll show you. She motions to the back.)
Oh, I forgot. Was there any spice stolen last night?
No.
Oh, Allah has blessed you.
Suddenly Thulani comes barging into the store.
Rita. Is Shahid here?
Yes, he’s here Thulani. (Rita and Shahid come to the front of the store.) What’s wrong?
Shahid, quickly. You have to get rid of your pirated DVDs. The police are coming to raid your store. They have a warrant.
Calm down, Thulani. What are you saying?
He says the police are coming to check your store for illegal DVDs.
How do you know the police are coming, Thulani?
My informer friend overheard one of the inspectors talking about it when he was at the police station. He just found out that they are coming now.
Can we trust him? Is he sure they are coming now?
Yes Shahid. He is very reliable.
Okay, thank you, Thulani.
You should go now and start packing the DVDs, and you can think of some place to keep them for now.
Why are you telling me Thulani? I thought you didn’t like me.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s because… I mean… your wife is in hospital. She was shot, but our police are coming here to find pirated DVDs.
Go and remove your stuff quickly Shahid.
But Rita, why must the police worry about this? So many people are selling these DVDs. What is so bad about this?
It’s illegal Shahid.
Then why they make the real DVDs so expensive? Those cops got time for these things. Who’ll find who shot my wife?
Don’t worry about that now Shahid. Sort yourself out or you’ll be in serious trouble. Go through the back of your store. Okay?
Okay.
He exits.
Thank you for that Thulani.
Do you think he’ll be able to quickly get rid of those DVDs? Sagren told me he has quite a lot.
I don’t know. It’s all happening at once for him. (Pause) Thulani, didn’t you tell me that you know someone from Overport or somewhere who buys pirated DVDs?
Yes, my friend Jabu knows him.
Help Shahid out Thulani. Just this one time.
Er, Rita, I don’t think… I mean…
It’s just the timing of this Thulani.
Okay Rita. If you think I should.
Lights fade to blackout.
Lights come up on Sagren on right stage who is still trying to hustle his way into selling jewellery.
Hey, how’s it boss. I got a lucker pocket chain for you. Put it on and your luck will change with the ladies bra. You can write her name here and you’ll have her in your back pocket. (Pause) Hey, hold on boss. What about this diamond ring I got on special? Put it on her and you got her wrapped around your finger. (Pause) Hell I scheme you not a romantic like me. (Pause) Hello aunty. How about a gold chain to match your gold watch, your gold slit and the gold tissue box in your new Yaris T3 spirit? (Pause) No. I don’t drink aunty. I got a family to feed. (Pause) No genuine. Vie by all the lahnee jewellers. They’ll take you for a ride which will make you dizzier than your new car.
Tiny’s mother enters right stage.
Hello Sagren.
Hello Aunty.
What happened? I heard you had a job in a factory?
No, that didn’t work out.
So you hustling people in Grey Street again?
Don’t worry, I’m not outside your store, so I won’t frighten your customers away. What you doing this side anyway? I heard you can hardly move now cos you got stiff neck, sore back and dead leg.
All lies! Sheila must have told you that. She’s very jealous of my health because she had to have hip replacement surgery so she can’t shake her hips and walk anymore.
I must be on my way Aunty. (Sarcastically) Say hello to Tiny and the family for me.
You carrying any pirated DVDs for Shahid?
How do you know what I do for Shahid?
I know everything that’s happening in Grey Street.
There are things you don’t know Aunty. Things you’ll never understand.
Are you insulting me now?
Aunty, I’m not going to have this conversation with you.
You still bear a grudge, hey Sagren? That was a long time ago. I was right to fire you.
Don’t you talk to me about what is right.
Fine. I was asking about the DVDs to warn you. You better not go near Shahid’s store. The police are here to raid his store for pirated copies.
The police? Here now?
Yes.
Shew! I didn’t think they’d come right now. I better check on Shahid.
You can’t help him. They’re going to arrest him.
Ja, and then after that, maybe they’ll arrest Baboo for buying some pirated copies from Shahid. And then they can arrest Rita because she knew Shahid had pirated copies. And so on, until they arrest everyone. And then you’ll have Grey Street all to yourself.
Why you talking like that Sagren? Like I got something against the people here. You know my family started small here too. We came up through hard work.
Aunty, when your late husband was working hard here so he could build your house in Reservoir Hills, my father was selling newspapers opposite your shoe store. Sometimes I stood with him and I always saw your husband look at him like he was a rabid dog. Yet my father still asked you to give me a job. You don’t know what small is aunty.
Sagren exits left stage.
Hmmph. Such ill-breeding. There are no gentlemen left in Grey Street.
Tiny’s mother exits right stage.
Lights fade to blackout.
Lights come up on Shahid, who moves forward slowly, carefully looking around.
Thulani. Thulani. Where are you?
Thulani enters left stage and walks to Shahid.
Hello Shahid.
Rita phoned me and said I must meet you here. What’s going on?
My friend Jabu knows this guy, Mr. Naicker from Overport, who will be willing to buy all your DVDs.
Really? Can I trust him?
You can trust him. His brother is a police captain.
I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Thulani.
Rita asked me to see if I can help. Where is your stuff now?
It’s at my brother’s place. Because I knew after the police search my store they’ll come to my house. But shame, they couldn’t find anything. (Shahid giggles. Thulani hands him a slip of paper.)
Phone this guy on that number and he’ll come pick it up from your brother’s place.
Thanks. (He takes out some cash.) Here Thulani.
I don’t want your money.
No, please take it.
I made good money today. I sold most of my things. (Shahid puts the cash away.)
Maybe I can repay you some other way in the future.
You can repay me tomorrow. When Hlengiwe comes to clean for you, don’t call her ‘hey’. Call her gogo. She is a grandmother. And let her go early on Fridays. She goes by train to see her grandchildren. Their father was shot by robbers, like your wife. But he died.
I will do that.
Thank you.
Shahid and Thulani exit left stage. Rita and Rani enter right stage and go into the store.
Are you okay Rani? Is it bleeding?
I’m okay. It’s just a scratch. You know, it used to be that coming to Grey Street and getting stoned meant something very different from this. (She points to her face. Rita giggles.)
You just got caught in the middle.
What are those woman fighting about?
Er, they say that Thembi is cutting their business because she’s selling mangoes too cheaply. It’s Two rand for four mangoes in Grey Street. She’s selling even bigger mangoes at one and a half rand for four.
So they have to assault her now. This is what happens when you let riff raff come here.
They’re not riff raff Rani. They’re single mothers with little babies to feed. (Rani looks out into the street.)
Mothers! Mothers don’t poke each other with sticks. And pelt each other with stones. I can’t stand this! (She moves towards the door.)
Don’t go out there Rani. Just leave it be. Okay, hold on. There comes Thulani. They’ll listen to him. (Rani walks away. Rita watches for a few seconds.) There. They’ve stopped.
For today.
I don’t know why they were drawing attention to themselves. Some of them don’t have licences and the police have been on the beat this week.
Rita, I don’t want you to see these things anymore. Let me tell you why I came here today. (Pause) Yesterday evening, after you phoned me, I went for dinner with Anand. I told him what happened to Fareida and about your situation.
Why did you do that?
Because you are my friend! Anand has a wonderful offer for you. He wanted to come with me today, but he’s caught up in meetings. So he suggested we all go for dinner tonight. To discuss it. But I said I will tell you about it first.
Tell me what.
As I told you, Anand and his brother have some big contacts here and in India for Eastern fashion wear. In a month’s time his brother is opening a store at the Pavilion for his mother to run. She always wanted a store like this. But lately she’s been sick. She needs help to manage the place. Anand says you’ll be the perfect person. (Rita turns away and shakes her head.)
What a Bollywood solution.
Some stories can have happy endings Rita. Look, you’ll also have a bigger market for your blouses. Anand says his mother will be happy for you to stock them in the store.
I don’t even know his mother.
She’s a lovely lady.
I don’t feel–
Rita, you are not dishonouring your late husband by closing up. You are doing what’s best for you and your son. Whatever this store once was, it isn’t anymore.
This is all too much right now, Rani. I need some time.
I spoke to Vijay about it. I phoned him before I came here. I wanted to make sure that he approved of my telling you.
What did he say?
He thanked me. He said it was your decision. (Pause)
I can’t decide now. (Contemplating.) There’s… there’s something I have to do tonight. I can’t think about…
What is it Rita?
I can’t talk about it now.
Okay. (Pause) I also have a big decision to make. Anand asked me to marry him last night. He said he couldn’t wait any longer to ask.
And?
I said I needed time to think about it.
Just like your cousin.
My cousin is just stalling, hoping that if she waits she might meet someone better.
What are you waiting for?
To see if my dream comes true. On stage. Then I’ll have the space to consider the challenges of marriage.
It’s good that you have dreams Rani.
I know you have dreams too Rita. Just think about the offer. (Silence for a few seconds.) I have to go.
Do you have time for a quick cup of tea?
I can never say no to your tea Rita. (Rita makes some tea.)
You know if all goes well for you in the show, and I’m sure it will, then you won’t need to come here to buy stuff from me anymore. This might be our last cup of tea here.
I will still see you Rita. I’ll visit you at home.
You will be very busy.
There’s always time, my friend. We’ll always have tea together.
Blackout.
Lights come up on Ajith as he opens the door to Rita’s store. He goes inside and sits down. Rita enters a few seconds later.
Hello, aunty Rita. (Rita ignores him and goes to the back. She comes back with a packet of tea and puts the kettle on.)
Tea?
No. (Rita places the necklace on the counter.)
My mother-in-law gave me this necklace you know. I despised that woman. I cleaned after her, cooked whatever she wanted. I was like a full-time nurse for her when she was recovering from a heart attack. But she always bad-mouthed me to our relatives. Told Sanjeev that I neglected her. He didn’t believe her. But he did nothing. She was his mother. So when I saved her life by knocking out that burglar with a cricket bat, I couldn’t accept the necklace as a gift from her. But she left it in my drawer and never said a word. It was the only way she could say thank you. And then one day it was gone. Sanjeev told me he gave it back to her. But later he told me about the–
My mother apologised to you about the affair, but you had to–
She loved your mother. Sometimes it just happens like that. Two people just click. Even if they’re very different to each other. She was very confused when Sanjeev told her Charmaine was leaving the house.
Leaving the house… you removed–
Sanjeev told me about the affair, you know. I didn’t walk in on them in our bed. I didn’t overhear them chatting one evening when they thought I had gone out. He told me what happened. He said he was sorry. That they had made a mistake. That it was a silly fling and it was over. I made some tea. (Rita makes a cup of tea.) I sat down and recalled that I was brought up in Tongaat, where they teach you that you must try to make your marriage work even if your husband makes a big mistake. And then I remember thinking I’m not surprised at this. He hasn’t touched you in months. You’ve seen them flirt sometimes. She has an infectious laugh. They always talk about football, which you know nothing about. He always felt responsible for her after his brother walked out. And I said to myself – it went through your mind, didn’t it, that something might be going on between them.
My mother said she was sorry. She begged you for forgiveness.
Yes. She had to beg! Just like Sanjeev did. And I forgave him. Because he was the father of my precious son. My son who took the bus every day after school to help his mummy in the shop… (Pause) Did your mother tell you about the pact we made after your father left? How we said we’d be sisters. How it didn’t matter that you didn’t have a father anymore. Because now you had two mothers. But mothers don’t sleep with each other’s husbands. (Pause) Did your mother tell you that when she told you her version of this story?
My mother didn’t tell me anything by choice. I forced her. (Pause) I was looking for jewellery to pawn because we desperately needed money. And I found the necklace and the letter.
Of course. The necklace and the letter. It sounds like a movie, hey? I know why he gave her the necklace. It was his way of saying thank you. Telling her that his mother would happily have passed it on to her if circumstances were a little different. If she had married the big son. As she should have done. (Pause) But the letter. I didn’t want her to have the letter. Even though he told me about it. He should have just said it to her – I’m sorry. It wasn’t just a fling. I wish it could have worked out differently for all of us.
Look, my mother–
I know she had a more interesting personality. I know she was more sensual. But the magazine writers who write about ways to keep your man interested, don’t know about the roles most Indian wives have to play. They don’t know about sacrifice. About family rituals, and how it drains you. About your in-law’s demands. About how you sometimes lose parts of your womanhood.
My mother wronged you. But so did your husband. Yet you hurt her so much more. You are a thief!
You accuse me of theft! You stole my spices.
It’s my mother’s property.
Yes, your mother developed these spices. But I made contributions too. And Sanjeev and I kept this shop going.
You would have been nothing without her skills.
Hey, I have my own skills. When your mother was gone, I experimented. Tried new fusions.
No wonder nobody buys from this store anymore.
That’s not the reason why nobody buys. And what about the other products here, which always sold well. I made the samoosas. I made the puri-pathas. Your mother’s puris were as hard as ginger biscuits.
You took the products my mother created and acted as if they were yours. People talked about Rita’s great spices. But this store really started picking up eight years ago when my mother joined you. In the two years she was here she did something unique. But who would remember that? When you got rid of her you took all the credit. I was just a boy. I thought you and Sanjeev didn’t need her. She was just an assistant I thought. I said I wish my mother had Aunty Rita’s talent. (He walks towards Rita.) But Aunty Rita’s talent is stealing!
Vijay enters angrily from the back of the store.
Enough! You take one step closer to her and you won’t walk again, cousin Ajith.
Vijay! What are you doing here?
Thulani fetched me from the party to open the store for him. He needed his stuff because he had another buyer. When I came here I saw that all the spices were back. I phoned home. No answer. Your cell phone was off. You were not at Aunty Usha’s place. So I went back to the car and was about to get in. But then I noticed Ajith go into the store. So I slipped in through the back. I thought – is he the spice thief? And then you came in. So I hid. And listened. (Rita closes her eyes.)
So you know everything.
I know my father betrayed my mother. But my mother is not a thief! You are the thief! And you’re going to be punished.
Go to the police Vijay. I opened the door with my mother’s key. Which your father never took away from her. I used gloves. Nobody saw me come here. I haven’t committed theft. I returned the spices. At worst, it’s unauthorised borrowing. You see. I’ve been reading up on the law. I’m not dumb just because I’m a sales assistant. If I had money, I would study too, lawyer.
Hey, I paid my varsity fees with student loans.
But you were always supposed to be the smart cousin. Never mind you didn’t get the chics. It didn’t matter that you weren’t the heart of the party. The whole family thought you’d go far. And that I would work in department stores.
Listen, I never put you down. When we lived together, we fought like boys fight. But I never hurt you. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Accept that your mother was not the only star of this store. And that she betrayed her sister-in-law’s trust.
Her sister-in-law had her cast out for an act of love. And robbed her of her legacy.
Don’t you dare! (He rushes at Ajith and grabs his neck. Rita gets between them and pulls them apart.)
Stop it! Stop it! I cheated her. (Pause) After I made Sanjeev send her away, she came to see me one day. She asked that if I used her spices, could I just acknowledge her contribution. She didn’t want money. She carried on working in Rajen’s café like a dog. She just wanted some credit. But I told her they were my spices now. And I warned her that if she ever came near the store again I would tell the whole family about the affair.
Long pause.
Why Ma? You didn’t need her stuff. You did your own thing at home. You shouldn’t have done this. You’re the spice thief. You are weak!
Vijay begins to exit.
Vijay. Please. Don’t go.
I need to walk. (Turns around.) Ajith, you be careful what you say. And what you do. Or…
He breaks off and turns away and exits. Rita goes after him and Ajith holds her arm.
Let him go. He’ll be alright. He’s strong. (Rita yanks her arm free and walks away from Ajith. Long pause.)
What do you want Ajith? You want money? I have no money. I can’t even pay rent. The little bit of insurance my husband had, I used to pay for the house.
I don’t want money.
Why did you do it like this? Why the game? Why didn’t you just confront me when you found out?
When my mother told me, I came here to clean you out. I wanted to sell everything. Somehow. And give the money to my Ma. But she suspected. So she sent our neighbour Farouk to stop me. He dragged me away from here. That was last Friday. (Pause) My Ma told me she didn’t want money. She just wanted to come into the store one more time. (Pause. Rita looks down, with tears in her eyes.) But she can’t move now. And I still wanted to hurt you. So I played this game. I wanted you to worry every day this week. To feel the pain of not knowing what would happen the next day. I wanted it to eat into you as Friday came closer and the rent was due. (Pause)
Do you want me to say sorry to her.
She said sorry to you. (Pause) I come home, to that shithole two-room flat every day, so tired after slaving all day. I try to attend to all my mother’s needs. But I can’t. She’s going to die. That’s nobody’s fault.
People try to help in little ways. Friends. Relatives. But soon she’ll be gone. (Pause) I wanted her to spend her last days in the place she once knew as home. Not in a rundown Victoria Street apartment. And to be free of the past. To feel closure.
There is silence for a while. Rita pours some tea. She offers Ajith some. He accepts. They sip slowly.
If your mummy was still with me in the shop, she would have been sad now. For over four years now she would have seen so much change. So many friends gone. So few of her spices sold.
Maybe if she had been with you it could have been… no, that’s not true. These things happening here are out of your control. (Pause)
But we must still bring her here. One more time. Somehow. Maybe tomorrow. I’ll ask her tonight.
Long pause – there are tears on Ajith’s cheeks. He brushes them away.
You are not weak, Aunty Rita. Thank you.
Blackout.
Lights come up on Vijay and Thulani on left stage. Vijay is sitting tentatively, contemplating. Thulani looks at him sympathetically and then tries to cheer him up.
Hey Vijay. Take a look at my rickshaw.
It’s beautiful Thulani. It’s a perfect Durban memento.
That’s what my buyer said.
Who? The Norwegian?
No, the other guy from UK.
It’s strange, isn’t it? Your biggest buyers are from overseas. Our locals would rather go to the Chinese stores.
It doesn’t matter Vijay. I have my registration fees.
Yes. Thulani the scholar. Grey Street will be much quieter now that you won’t be around so much.
Ai, there’ll always be noise makers on Grey Street.
Vijay contemplates.
Ja, this street is never boring. But maybe it’s time to move on now. (There is silence for a few seconds as both men contemplate.)
Are you sure your ma will be alright? You don’t want to check?
She’ll be alright.
You know your ma is just like how my ma was. She was my mother and my father. We were eight children, not like you, just one. But each one was special to her. She would work till six o’clock, then take two buses to come home. But before that, she would stop to buy each one the sweet he liked. Your ma is special like that.
I know. (Pause. Then suddenly Thulani jumps up as he hears something.) What’s that?
Hey Sibeko! You trying to break into Mr. Chang’s store again?
Thulani. Be careful.
Ai, I’m sick of these thieves. (Suddenly we hear police sirens.)
Wohh! The police is here tonight.
Ja, run Sibeko! Come on, chase after him officer! (Pause as they observe.) Eish. I don’t think that fat one will catch him. He had too many samoosas.
Hey, but check that other one move. He got it all this morning.
You’re right. He’s going to catch him. Aw, the fat one fell down.
It’s funny. Suddenly the police appear tonight. When there are dangerous criminals like the A Team here during the day, there’s no police.
Hey! Good! He caught him. Sharp officer! You’re going to jail Sibeko.
Let’s hope he doesn’t escape before his trial. And that the prosecution actually gives a shit.
Ai Vijay. At least tomorrow morning Mr. Chang will be smiling.
Ja. That’s a good enough reason for a drink, don’t you think?
Sure.
Let’s see if Selvin’s bar is still open.
They exit.
Blackout.
Lights come up on Sagren selling newspapers.
It’s Saturday morning. The weekend is here. Come get your morning newspaper. For just three rand. That’s only three rand. (Vijay enters and passes Sagren.) Hey Vijay, howzit bru. Come on man, buy one newspaper from me. Special price for you bru, only three rand.
Okay Sagren, I’ll take one. (Vijay takes a paper and goes into the store. Sagren exits right stage, continuing to hail customers.)
Meanwhile, Rita has entered her store. She lights some incense, says a silent prayer, is about to raise her clasped hands to a frame, but then hesitates. Finally, she raises her hands.
Is that Sagren selling newspapers?
Yes.
That’s what his father used to do. (Pause)
You didn’t wake me up this morning.
What time did you come home?
Late. (Pause) Thulani and I were talking. He sold his stuff. He has the money for his registration fees now.
I know. I’m so happy for him. (Pause)
You went to see Aunty Charmaine last night, didn’t you?
Yes. She’s very sick. She can hardly speak. I asked her to come and live with us again. She thanked me, but she said she wanted to stay in the flat. So I will go there sometimes and help Ajith. (Pause)
You are not a cheat Ma. Dad was a cheat. (Pause) But I remember after Dad’s first heart attack, while he was lying on that hospital bed, he squeezed your hand and looked deeply into your eyes. I don’t know much about these things, but I felt that was real. (Rita closes her eyes. Then she pours some tea.)
Tea?
Yes. (Rita hands him a cup.) Thank you. (They sip slowly.)
Mr. Maharaj’s secretary phoned this morning, to say we have not paid rent again. They’re instructing your firm to send summons next week.
It’ll still take two months to evict you. That’s due legal process.
Two months or two weeks. The sheriff will still throw me out in the same way.
Don’t give them the chance. End it now Ma. Look, it doesn’t matter whose spices you were selling. The customers were buying Rita Singh. If you didn’t put those hours each day and dealt with them the way you did, the store would have failed long ago. Dad knew that. (Pause) You helped him to realise his dream of owning his own store. He died young, but for a while he had his own little place. Now it’s time for your dreams.
I can’t remember what my dreams were.
Nobody sews blouses better than you, Ma. But you can’t sell them from here. You should take up Anand’s offer.
I just feel he’s doing this because he’s feeling sorry for me. Because Rani is my friend.
He is feeling sorry for you. But he’s also an astute businessman. He knows his mother needs help. That you would manage the store well. And that your blouses will sell. Maybe it will only be for a short while Ma. If you get a reasonable clientele, then maybe you can operate from home.
It is very tempting.
It doesn’t matter that you won’t be in Grey Street Ma. That you’ll be in a mall in the suburbs. People will still know Rita. (Pause)
What about you son? When will the world know Vijay? (Pause)
You know when Mr. Harilal first hired me, he said he wanted a good draftsman. I was happy to hear that. I thought I could lose myself in pleadings and contracts. Hide away for a while. But I’m glad he made me the run-around boy. It made me appreciate the contradictions of my world. (Pause) It doesn’t matter that the world doesn’t really know me Ma. We both have important things to do in it.
Yes… and I suppose it doesn’t all have to be here, in this place. At this time. (Vijay looks closely at Rita and she smiles tenderly at him. Long pause as both contemplate. Then Rita takes out her cell phone and dials Rani.) Hello Rani. Are you busy right now? (Pause) How about a cup of tea?
Slow fade to blackout.
Theme music plays.
Lights come up on Rita, Shahid, Sagren, Thulani in their first positions. Rita is closing her store. She addresses the audience as the others remain frozen.
And so we closed Singh’s Spice ’n Stuff. And I said goodbye to Grey Street, the place where I had spent so many years of my young life. We brought Charmaine down to the store one last time. And Shahid said that he would use some of her spices in his brother’s new take-away. I looked ahead to long hours at a giant mall and the promise of realising my dream – a decent life for my son and I and happy customers who remembered my name. As I walked down that dangerous, crazy, beautiful street one last time, I heard its familiar sounds shouting out to the world. And I saw the faces of the characters I would never forget.
Sound recording of people shouting, buses hooting and police sirens wailing.
Then Shahid, Sagren and Thulani become animated creating a cacophony. This slowly fades. Thulani and Rita exit. Sagren and Shahid remain.
Get your morning newspaper. For just three rand. (He notices someone and takes out a pair of sunglasses from behind a newspaper.) Hey lahnee, you look like you need a pair of sunglasses. (Pause) Oh you got a pair of sunglasses. (Pause) But have you got Police sunglasses? (Pause) Oh, you are the police. Genuine. I didn’t steal it sir. Hey, howzit Shahid?
Morning Sagren.
Where you taking flowers?
To the hospital. It’s for my wife.
Ja, I heard Glenda got roses on special today. I think I’ll go buy some for Rita. It’s her last day today.
Ja, she’ll appreciate that my friend.
Shot Shahid! You know, I used to think that you were a bit of a heavy character, but now I’m beginning to think you’re a lukker ou.
Ja, there’s lukker ous from Pakistan too.
Slow fade to blackout.