I have a secret love for the theatre, the lights, the people, the emotions, the stage, the creativity, the setups, and the reality therein. It is because of this secret love that I find myself seated in a director – fashion fold-up chair at the center of the Players’ theatre, watching different people and groups play out their various interpretations and conceptions of gender-based violence.
According to me, it is all monothematic, because a large percentage of the acts highlighted almost all the physical forms of violation we know, and it seemed kind of cliché. I say this because for many years now, hasn’t the society fought tooth and nail against teenage pregnancy, early marriages, female genital mutilation, child labor, vulgarism, and forced delinquency?