When life is varied and we meet a plenitude of people we find many sources of inspiration. This is the immediate thought I have when it comes to Sjaka S Septmebir. From an Afrikaans Christian background, conscription in the Navy, self-publishing his novels and immersing himself in performance arts and poetry: Sjaka’s history is a rich one. He is a natural story-teller and I become absorbed in the yarns he tells and think to myself that he must have directed at some point as well. He confirms this and he has recently returned from Grahamstown with The Way Out, which he will hopefully bring to the Western Cape as well before he heads off to Italy for his first time out of the country where he will be joining the exclusive physical theatre group Helikos. He has, however, been all over South Africa Jack Kerouac-style: all the major cities, plenty of little dorpies, hitch-hiking: the whole nine yards.
As Robin Williams so poignantly put it in Dead Poets’ Society: “We read and write poetry, because we are members of the human race and the human race is filled with passion; and medicine, law, business, engineering – these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for”.