(here's an excerpt from early on in the piece, the Maid, is raving forth at
the young 15 year old son of the family,(who's just been mugged earlier)
Thought it might be fun to show the joys of Seff Effriken dialog in script
form.
Naturally usual disclaimers apply - the thoughts and opinions of characters
are not necessarily those of the author 
Can't seem to lay out the script on the page correctly, but hopefully its still
readable
BEAUTY
Every day now, no power. No good.
JACK
Tell me about it.
BEAUTY
I
am telling you about it.
JACK pauses, briefly nonplussed by her literal perception.
JACK
No, I meant - it’s an expression, I meant.
It’s.. Oh never mind-
There’s a pause.
BEAUTY
I tell you Jackie. The old days, with the Boers
and apartheid, and all that thing-
She pauses and thinks.
BEAUTY
Better. Much better.
JACK
Apartheid was better? The old days and
all that race stuff, was better?
BEAUTY
Of course! No crime, no skelms, Tsotsi’s, no power cuts.
None of this **** for now days. I mean look here.
Why I must make fast with this ironing, hm?
Because why.
The power she goes off just now.
Then we must sit. Can’t do nothing. No-thing. Niks.
No hot water. No lights. No TV. Oh God.
The ANC always wah wah wah about how is better here
now. What ‘better’?
That Nelson Mandela and Mbeki is bloody ****ing ****, man!
JACK settles back, makes himself comfortable. This is clearly a routine thing – and a good floor show.
JACK
No, don’t hold back, tell us how you feel-
BEAUTY, who takes things literally, naturally misses both the joke, and the barb.
BEAUTY (earnestly)
I’m
telling you how I feel.
JACK
Okay-
BEAUTY
I’m telling! I’m telling!
JACK
Okay-
In-between working like a machine at ironing the clothes, Beauty launches forth.
BEAUTY
Let me tell you something-for-nothing, my boy.
The Afrikaner peoples, they was stupid, ne? They
thought they can oh-press us Blacks. They want us
just to be were-kah’s, not human beings, ne? So this
stupid apartheid thing came. It was the law.
But even though they was stupid that time, they
understand they must help us peoples. Us. You can’t
just let the people be suff-er-ing like now, oh God.
You want work from some people, you must feed
those peoples, look after them, their sit-ua-tion.
The Afrikaner some of them were bloody bastards, for sure,
but they look after us, as well. Because they know!
Die Here hy sal sien. ‘God will see them’. And even
in the bad times, we both know, we one people,
Afrikaner and Blacks. We both African
peoples, you hear what I’m saying?
Same blood. White, black but we the same.
And now. Eish. That piece of **** Zuma, Mbeki and all those.
They don’t feel na-thing for no one.
Black people don’t care about other blacks.
They only care for this thing.
She rubs fingers together, making a ‘money’ gesture.
BEAUTY
Money. That’s all. Money for themselves.
And now they talk too much about black this
and white that. Wah wah wah.
They must shut up.
They doing same thing the Boers did. But other way!
And they can’t think for other people.
And anyway, where’s the jobs? Why they let in all the black
people from next door, hm? Nigeria, Mozambique,
Zimbabwe, they all coming here. For why?
Jobs, the money. The money for us. They take.
Aga man!
She makes a guttural sound of contempt.
JACK
Ja, it’s a fckup up hey.
BEAUTY (nods)
For sure.
BEAUTY has gathered up the washing.
BEAUTY (CONT)
But now I must finish toiling hard for my
white oh-ppressors, before the Madam comes.
She and Jack hear the offstage sound of a door opening.
BEAUTY clicks loudly. (African verbal shorthand to say the equivalent of ‘Oy’)
and rolls her eyes, hurrying.
BEAUTY (CONT)
Anyway lovie. You play nice, okay?.
JACK
I’ll try,
Mom.
BEAUTY grins, and sticks her tongue out at him, mischievously. JACK grins.
BEAUTY EXITS, with the washing basket
.... or mebbe just the first page?
