Last I penned of it, was but a preview. After two hours on a Friday night, moments of contemplation anchor the following sentiments.
Trapped in the temple at Jerusalem while the city scatters upon the events of The Passion, Anna (Foi Wambui), Mama Simon (Nyokabi Macharia), Claudia (Marianne Nungo), Esther (Eunice Mwabe), and Joanna (Lorna Lemi), shield themselves in the same walls as they face the threat of Roman soldiers and contemplate on Jesus’ fate and the mark he’s left on their lives and that of their families.
Right off the bat, there’s no question of the casts’ compelling performances with a great balance in nuance and humor, the latter surprisingly hilarious considering such sensitive events. Musical numbers from some of the performers push the plot forward without leaving crucial details and elevates emotional depth, not just casual medium addition.
Now, let’s get to brass tacks teased in the beginning. Two monologues from Nyokabi Macharia and Foi Wambui are the foundation of it, their characters lamenting on the pain by mothers and wives of the time who carried the burden of their husbands and sons’ ‘purpose’.
Picture this; Simon Peter (Faiz Francis Ouma) is no longer a fisherman, he follows his Rabbi and Anna, his wife, is alone and expectant, not sure where the next meal will come from. The mother moans the passing of the time when her son’s innocence was a core trait grappling with slashing reports of his temper yet both repute the transformation the man has experienced.
A moving duality, inducing a deep feeling of perspective never before felt. Moments of examining decisions made with haste and less consideration of those who mean the life to me, eventhough propelling one to move forward. Wounds made from what was thought best, some turned out great, some not, yet they stay. Question being, what to do of it? I’m still looking for the answer.
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