A Stranger in the mirror by Sydney Sheldon

 

A Stranger in the Mirror by Sydney Sheldon

 

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Hi there and welcome to the Tuesday book slot again.

As promised, once a month we will be paying tribute to one of the greatest writers ever lived.

 

Getting ready.... At the presenting, acting classes at Talent Coaching Academy

Yes, I am a Sydney Sheldon’s collector and fan.

 https://mubi.com/en/cast/sidney-sheldon

 As you can read this blog or you are someone who has been following me on my social networks, Facebook, Instagram, X, YouTube, TikTok you will know by now that the art industry has always been in my heart.

Amazon picture of Sydney Sheldon's collection

Today’s Read; A stranger in the Mirror is a work of fiction, was first published in Great Britain in 1976 by Hodder and Stoughton Ltd.

                                            practising tv presenting skills with coach Nonhle Tema, founder of TCA 

The two main characters- Toby Temple and Jill Castle early days of hustling to get into Hollywood.

Sydney Sheldon -stranger in the mirror. Picture from the internet 

 reminded me of my days when I first started hustling for screen Jobs in Egolihood.

Nelson Mandela Bay Media interviews... Now on uMhlobo Wenene FM

The day I met a dodgy acting agent, who was Zimbabwean national. I am not sure how I found him but I was really active knocking and going to audition places that somehow either someone referred me to him or he approached me after one of the auditions. 

Taking pics with  ladies outside the Camphor Cream TV auditions at the Melrose Arch

The guy was charging R850 for professional screen pics. He was also working with the Generation the Legacy crew and provided them with extras and some of his artist.

practicing for Generation the Legacy auditions

 According to his website some of the famous actors started with him so he was a real deal. So rhere I was trusting him my money, I gave him the R850 trusting he will deliver.

 

TV auditions... having fun outside another tv audition with a collegue

The only thing he ever delivered on was the  audition script  of  Generation the Legacy. I think this was aired on the show before lock down. 

The workshop held by the South African writers Guilt 

No, I didn’t get the part even though I did pitch for the audition at the SABC building in Auckland Park. But I did practise though and even roped in my coach from TCA at the time, Nonhle Tema to help me with the lines.

 

Comphor Cream TV Auditions

It was one of the most confusing scripts ever, I mean if you do watch the clip. It talks about Vutha. The Vutha I know is related to witchcraft.

Dance lessons Johannesburg CBD Mary Fitzerald square in Newtown 

 That is if someone really hates you sends a magic spell that can either burn you physically or your house/ any of your property. But in that clip, Vutha was a disease. Very confusing.

At the 10th anniversary of the Feather Awards

But anyway, I was so active. I went to Talent Coaching Academy (TCA) for presenting lessons, social media lessons etc and acting lessons in their Fourways based school. To sharpened my craft as well as go to countless of TV ad auditions.

 

At the Glamour event

I remember an audition in Alexandra Township where after I have revealed to the casting director that I left journalism and now at school doing the law and focusing on building the business. 

At the GQ event

The young director was so intimidated by my presence and embarrassed that I responded to their job advertisement that she sent me out on a story out in Alexandra Township.

in Sandton with the Adze Ugah Fillm workshop classmates

 Now the rudeness and show off came thinking I was desperate for a job as a journalist.

extras at the Ifalakhe set

 But I politely responded that, I have done my fair share of investigative journalism for Ilizwi, The Herald, Mail and Guardin’s AmaBhungane Centre and the last paper, The Sunday Times now I was really looking for something light.

A role on Ifalakhe

She kept making blunders after blunders trying so hard to prove her superiority. Which I was really not there for and at the end of all the rudeness. She told me I was going to get a call. They never did and I was ok, not sure if I was going to fit in their production.

 

Actor spaces event

Anyway, back to the book. It was hard to put down the 348 pages of the 37 chapters in two days. I could have finished the book earlier if I had lights on and Kuhle didn’t disturb or demanded attention from me.

 

Being interviewed by Naija TV on a play xenophobia directed by Adze Ugah

True to the critiques, the story of triumph of two stars who turned into tragedy. Sheldon has a way of writing about greed, lust, love, jealousy and ambition.

 

MCing sister Christine's bridal shower

The book keeps the reader turning the pages from page one till the last page. 

                                  Dr John Kani and Mr James Ngcobo had phenomenal woman at the market theatre

Through Tony’s ambition to be a star. The author does give clues to any artist that you can fall but rise up again and become a superstar.

James Ngcobo and Dr John Kani's phenonal woman

As a parents there are also some lessons that one can draw from Tony’s mother. 

At the market theatre where  Dr John Kani and Mr James Ngcobo put up a show, Phenomenal woman

That is to take an interest in what your child is doing or interested in and constantly affirm him/her. Toby’s mother married a hopeless writer whose business only succeeded once the mother took full control of it.

 

At the Saga workshop

In this book, both the male and female characters have German backgrounds. So we get a glimpse of the Germans are and their lifestyle which is not far from who we are as Africans. There are many similarities in their religious beliefs, and an African way of raising a child.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Africans do we still have Ubuntu?

FEW years ago, just before the Covid 19 lockdown. I had the pleasure of meeting up and be part of a small acting workshop group that met every Sunday afternoon at the workers museum in off Mary Fitzgerald Square down town Johannesburg. Back then, I was preparing and focusing on going full time on my art.

By then, I had done everything that I thought would please amongst others, my father who was against the idea of me becoming a full time artist and making a living out of it as my childhood dream. I had ticked all the boxes to prove not only to the public but to myself that I was educated enough to make and maintain myself through art.

Through working as a domestic worker, security guard and later print journalist. I had earned all the experiences needed to manage, budget and use my money wisely. So financial savy that, when I started my beads business, I had no car instalment as the Toyota Etios 2012 model payment was long over even before I purchased my second property.

My surburb flat allocated at the back of the fluent surbub of Melrose Arch, a five or ten minutes drive to Sandton Mall and a walking distance to Alexandra Township together with my son were the only huge responsibility I had then. I was so prepared for the future that even in my wardropethrough out the years,had special clothes for that audition job for a TV presenter/ talk show hosts or a role of a classy businesswoman on the biggest South African Soap Opera, Generation the Legacy.

I could speak at least seven South African languages then and the magazine and TV had trained me enough on what to expect. So me being with this crew on a Sunday was a step closer to my dream world.

One of the sister, I met at Melrose Arch Camphor Cream advert auditions told me about these classes which were offered for free for any inspiring actor. But the lady forgot to tell me that the person giving them was a Nigerian national.

I'm not sure if she had kept that information from me deliberately, knowing how I will act towards the information. The only part I got was that, he was the director of of Isibaya, a popular drama series that was airing on Mzansi Magic daily,it was quite big on our telies then. His name he did tell me, but out of arrogancy, I thought he was either Vhenda or xhitsonga or Pedi.

So there I was in the workers museum every Sunday amongst other inspiring actors some who had done a bit of TV work while others were still hustling to get in.

The guy was so nice. Coming to his work shops made me forget my troubles with the big Sunday national newspaper then. Lets just say, it had some attachement issues and I was just enough with being bullied for a salary. The bullying had made the passion for writing and reporting on national stories on print vanished. Instead, I was looking at the other means of telling and documenting our African stories. Coming to the acting workshop though was a therapy, it reminded me of the 90s British sitcom, Mind your language which aired on SABC1 but this was an African version of it. The Mr Brown was this Nigerian guy, with students from all over the township of Johannesburg. He spoke English, his students could hear him but others find it very hard to express themselves in the language. As a reader, you need to understand how apartheid affected especially the black men's education system in order to know and enjoy how these young actors reacted. But the nicest thing, the master was patient, no one had wrong answers in the class. Some answers were right but not for use in the current moment, they were prophetic answers. His work ethic made me forget one of my my life rule ie....Stay as far away from Nigerians as possible especially when have no back up. Sorry Nigeria but in South Africa, Nijas are notorious for many things ie abduction of girls and forcing them into prostitution. As a journalist, one of the most inhumane brutal stories ive ever done was that of a small body of a teenage girl thrown out of the fourth floor building in Central Port Elizabeth. The three Nigerian men who were well built and more masculine than her were trying to force her to take drugs. This was a high school girl from New Brighton, a member of an Apostolic church and the only child her mother had. Nor will I ever forget the humiliation, dissappointment and betrayal of Nolubabalo "Babsie"Nobanda from Grahamstown. She was well educated, came from a well off family what she did didn't add up with her character according to what I picked up from relatives and friends. But like all stories, there was a Nigerian man behind her betrayal. I interviewed her family soon after her arrest and dumped the SA drug mule in Thailand. Her story read like something in the movie and yes, there was a Nigerian brother played with her innocense. He didn't care of the pain, humiliation he had caused to not only the family but the community and South Africa at large. Trust was already broken even if you met a nice one there was always that...."But you are Nigerian my friend, I dont trust you" Anyway, the guy heading the workshop was generally nice had his coworkers from the drama coming in to talk to us or help him out. I remember one of the event he took us to Sandton convention centre to present our short theatre play on xenophobic, it was so nice I even twitted about it,

Khanyiswa Ndabeni🇿🇦 (@ndabenik) posted at 9:14 am on Sun, Nov 17, 2019: Nigerian artist, @iam_kcee and I were preaching the same message at the @RiseupNija an event aimed at uniting Africans and saying no to Xenophobia https://t.co/eS8nlVdJKk

I was sold to the whole Idea, with little knowledge of what the root course of the so called xenophobic attacks.

But I was all over preaching no xenophobic and even gunned an interview with NijaTV. Telling the whole continent and the world how we needed to stop the hate and start loving each other.

Lets just say, ugal was already running with the vision with no direction. But the little information from the stiries i picked up and read while doing full time print journalism. To be quite honest, it is only now when I think of it.... Were South Africans really xenophobic or were bullied by our own African brothers out of everything they had. No one dared to really listen to the voice of SA then, it is only now through drips and drabs that we seeing the real cause.

Bullies have been at it and got away with it for a long time while even the good guys were painted with the same brush. As Africans, what happened to our communal set up. Why would a fellow country men keep quiet when another is doing wrong as this affects the image of everyone from that country. Black leaders, do they stop to lead and guide their people once their outside their homestead? Im saying this because I've seen for myself that some of the incidents could have been avoided had a leader rose up and told their people to stop it.