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.