Synopsis

This is a monologue by a coloured woman sitting in a Cemetery in Zimbabwe, formerly Rhodesia…but it could be anywhere in Southern Africa.

A Coloured woman in Southern Africa is so-called because she is of mixed parentage -black and white.

This is the story of a woman and her memories….love’s highlights and losses. A story of survival in Southern Africa today. She does not have a name. She  cannot. Nor should.

She is an African woman. Determined, forgiving. A survivor.

This is a story which only represents a fraction of what real people are going through.

‘Colours’ is only one small part of an African voice.