Staffrider Vol.3 No.4 Dec-Jan 1980 - DISA

NO AMEN: Aai. You are mad.JOB: Get out! Get out! (JOB hits her, she runs out. Havinggot rid of NO AMEN, he walks up and down, looking at thesky. Agitatedly, he talks half to himself, half to the audience.)Look at the stars. What does it mean, eh? All thoselittle fires up there in the dark? Let's see. Southern Cross.Orion. Zachobe. You know what everbody wants me to say,don't you? They want me to say, 'Blessed be the Lord.'Ha! (He walks about gesturing, hugging himself) Blessed bethe Lord of Rubbish!Job returns to the ashes. He looks at the coffee and theblanket but doesn 't touch either. He sits in the ashes, rockingto and fro, singing a hunting song.Enter REVEREND MABANDLA. He is head of Job'schurch, an important, shrewd, worldly man. He has grownfat on the cream of religion, yet he has warmth and sympathy.He wears an overcoat and scarf. He does not like thecold. At first MABANDLA looks at JOB, but JOB ignoreshim. Then he walks around him to try to get his attention.Finally he sits on the box, next to JOB.MABANDLA: Aah! Job, my son! You are still grieving. Whywon't you let us help you? (No reply from JOB) Do youknow what time it is? After midnight. Your wife came andgot me out of bed. She was crying. Why do you sit here inthe cold? It's freezing. Do you know there is already ice onmy water bucket?(MABANDLA is conscious he is getting nowhere with JOB.)Aai, Job! You know me! Reverend Mabandla. I know youare sore at heart. But you must speak out about what isworrying you. There is no other way to be happy.JOB: Happiness is for the pigs!MABANDLA: Of course, of course. But if you do not comeinside you will catch your death of cold. Here, put this roundyour shoulders. (He puts the blanket round JOB's shoulders,but JOB shakes it off angrily.)JOB: Don't make me laugh!MABANDLA: Look, Job. I know you. You have been in mychurch for many years. I know you believe God helps thosethat help themselves. So do I. But sometimes we need help tohelp ourselves.JOB: Are you speaking to a man or a child?MABANDLA: A man, Job.JOB: Then you too, speak like a man.MABANDLA: All right. I will. You remember your Bible?Remember those three men, Shadrak, Meshak and Abednegowho were put into the fiery furnace? What saved them, Job?What stopped them from being burned to ashes? Their faith,Job, only their faith.JOB: Their faith in what?MABANDLA: In God, Job.JOB: Which God? Tixo or Qhamata?MABANDLA: Tixo.JOB: You don't answer me properly. In the old days we believedin Qhamata. Then it was Mtsikano who said to us,'Take the white man's Bible. Take his God. But do not takehis money.'MABANDLA: That's true. That's how it was. He was aprophet.JOB: Then he told lies. Because we took the white man'sGod and we have been in trouble ever since. Tixo was calleda god of love, but he was brought to us with guns and spears.MABANDLA: No. You are wrong. He came with themissionaries.JOB: I am right. The missionaries just softened us up beforethe guns arrived. The missionaries made it easier for thewhites to beat us. Our God was Qhamata.MABANDLA: What are you saying, Job? Have you lost yourfaith in Tixo?JOB: Open your ears. I am burning in my own fiery furnace,here, here!MABANDLA: But you are still alive.JOB: Eoaagh! What do you think I am doing? If Tixo wantsme to suffer, that's his business, is it? I am his rubbish. Hisservant. He does with me just what he wants. I curse Tixo formaking me suffer.MABANDLA: Aai, aai. You are very bitter. Here, drink thiscoffee.JOB: Don't make me laugh!MABANDLA: Well, if you don't want it I will drink it myself.I feel the cold, even if you don't, Job. I was fast asleep,you know.JOB: I'm not stopping you. Go back to your bed.MABANDLA: You should drink this coffee. It will help you.(JOB turns his shoulder in disgust. MABANDLA drinks thecoffee with pleasure, and thinks.) Job, you know perfectlywell your children are in heaven.JOB: (quietly) Eei, mfundis. Do you know? Do you know?MABANDLA: You are my blood, Job. I have your suffering.I know. I believe it. The Bible tells us that.JOB: Can the Bible bring my house and my children back tome?MABANDLA: (Standing up, rubbing his hands, gettingsteamed up) Job! Listen to me! I know what you are suffering.I buried your sons, didn't I? I helped put them back intothe ground. I know what you are feeling. And I also knowthat you are a good man. (JOB gets up, offended, mutteringunder his breath. Moves about like a caged leopard.) No!Don't get offended just because I speak the truth. You are agood man. You have helped many people and you have askedno favours. And now you are in trouble. But you must thinkof this before you can get anywhere — you must smell it outinside yourself — that nobody who is truly innocent everperished.JOB: How can you say that to me?MABANDLA: Don't get angry, Job. Anger will get you nowhere.Look at the stars. All of them, God made them! Can aman be greater than God? God does marvellous things, Job.He give us rain and makes our food grow. He sends us thesun, bright and warm and life-giving.JOB: No, mfundisi. You talk. You love talking.MABANDLA: Well, if you want me to go. I was only tryingto help.JOB: You do not answer my question.MABANDLA: What question?JOB: Look. Here is a stone. (He finds one in the rubbish.) Iam not like this. You cannot destroy this stone. But I amweak as water, yet God has filled me up with pain. Whydoesn't he just let me die? He could finish me off like youkill a fly, and I would be glad.MABANDLA: When a man does wrong, then he is destroyed.JOB: What wrong had my children done? If they were badthat is no reason for killing them. And don't say there wassome secret sin they had. I have known worse people thanthem, much worse, and God let them die of old age in theirbeds..MABANDLA: What do you mean?JOB: That I have done no wrong. I have not offended God.Yet I am being tortured alive.MABANDLA: Aai, you are far gone.JOB: I will go further.MABANDLA: I came out of pity for you and your wife.Why won't you listen to my words of comfort?JOB: Are you a man, or a mouth without a body, that youspeak empty words from the Bible?MABANDLA: I am a man.JOB: You have a wife?MABANDLA: You know that perfectly well.JOB: And children?MABANDLA: Anyone would think you had never met mebefore.