Play No(12) R3 by Ras babi

Ladies and Gentlemen welcome again, this is Radio Reggae Rasta, for free every thing here is for free, music, songs and dance, all for free....
Music and dancers covers the place, and then our story starts like this:
The Rastaman is chanting:

They say...
when the three of them meet
something great will happen
I will say
they want to kill the peace...
I am not trying to scare you
I just want to draw your attention
now listen to me
listen carefully to what I am trying to tell you
do not take me like a teacher
or a prophet
one of you
I am...
like all of you
the revolution is not going to happen
only if....
it is not going to happen...
because
we misunderstand the meaning of it
a group of you follows Rambo
and Rambo promises you...
fitness for your bodies
and he is the one who sells you his rubbish....
food...
(Rambo laughs and his crowd does the same thing, The Rasta continue: )
The Radical is a hypocrite...
he asks his people to fight the system
and he himself can not survive without it
(The Radical makes a noise, and his people does the same, The Rastaman carries on:)
both...
both of them are dangerous
both...
both of them work together...

( the crowd became nervous, some of them throw papers at him, he says:)

did I just said it...
keep an eye on them....

( The Peace keepers clean the air around, and one man from the crowd shouts:)

one man:
you talk to much...
you talk too much
we are here to work together
we believe in the prophecy...

Rastman:
what prophecy, you believe in my dear friend?

one man:
end of the world...
The Messiah...
the coming of the Superman
we respect you man...
why do you have to criticize our leaders?

The Rasta:
No my friend this world is not ending, a new page is just opened
be a soul rebel
forget about saving the others or fighting the system
fight the ugly side in your soul
your greed
be peaceful...
(a shoot is heard, music stops, silence and crying)

Play No (11) For the Fringe2007- Wake up/ a play by Ras Babi

Radio: [to be repeated as audience enter]

In dreaming...
in your dream
you can have what you want
every thing is possible....
[strong drumming and smoke, radio stops]

Crowd: [shouting and moving their hands up and down]
[All] Hallelujah
[All] Hallelujah

[1] Hera
[2] hora
[3] Aura
[4] hols
[5] mullah

[All] Media is around

[Chant]
here
here
blah
blah
blah [Quieting down as clown enters...]

[Clown enters the place riding his feet, when the crowd sees him, they keep calm, he moves around the place, sniffing it, then, suddenly he says. Crowd position behind clown and freeze-frame]


Clown:
[Crowd gesture together]
seekers
sect
scat
sec ta


[Crowd freeze-frame]
what is your story ugly ones?
what kind of conspiracy is going on here?

[Crowd individual gestures]
aha
yum
bum
cum

[Crowd freeze-frame]
tell me, what is going on?
I know you do not know..., till I teach you...

Crowd: [Reanimated, whilst gathering around the clown]

[Chanting...]
[1] teach us
[2] educate us
[3] tell us who is our new master?
[4] can we buy our freedom?
[5] how much does it cost?

Clown:
peace talk
[Crowd quieten down to listen to Clown]
make peace
[Crowd start touching each other, lovingly]
why do you fukkk?
[Crowd stop, startled, and listen again]

if you want to fart....
use condoms...
[Crowd amused, but attentive... note-taking, embarrassed, etc.]

do as your Mamie tells you
and this place will smell excellent, excellencies!!!

[Crowd confused, looking about...]

do not you understand?
if you do not...
ask for help
we are here to help you...
we love smooth stuff
now...
I forgot
any volunteer
ask me again,you will find your answers...
[Crowd looking at Clown attentively...]

Crowd:
[Pushing one forward, who says] who is our new master?
[Clown stares at him/her]
[All – repeatedly – directed to Clown and Audience] who bought us?

Clown:
sorry!!! [Crowd disperse and quieten down]
I did not mean U.G.L.Y. [Directed at one crowd member]
I wanted to ask...
are you angry? [To another]

Crowd: [Chanting, turning around to freeze]
blah
blah
blah

Clown: [To Audience, with radio music in background. Repeated.]
freedom of speech...
...it is your right
enjoy it...
you have no chains
you can leave if you want...

[Turning to look at Crowd]
stupid ones...,bye...
take care...
they never let me finish...
free information
for free...
newspapers for free
latest news...
the death of Babylon
who bought the forest cafe?
end of peace talk in Darfur...

Radio: [As Clown manipulates the Crowd]
sleep...
sleep...
your feet are cold
come closer...

[Crowd reanimating, slowly – as Clown cuts their strings]
let me heat you up
dream with me
dream for me
and sing

All: [Chanting whilst Radio continues. All move towards each other to hold hands in a circle]
my sweet dream
my sweat dream

Radio: in my dream
[All turn to face out, still turning in a circle, but stopping as each Crowd member speaks]
Crowd: [1] we built a new free space for art
Radio: for free
Crowd: [2] we fathered the forest Drama
Radio: for free
Crowd: [3] we cleaned the dishes

Radio: for free

dream with me
never let go
beautiful
what a dream

All: [Individually, slowly – continuing as a whisper while radio speaks] I must wake my self

Radio:
up
up
dreamers
that's it.
Hasta manana

All: [getting louder, to a shout, then stop - Boom] I must wake my self.
[Lights out, the radio farts, laughs, he leaves the Forest Cafe]