Mojisola Adebayo collaborates with British and International artists from a variety of different disciplines to create new text-based physical theatre performed within a broad African aesthetic that explores contemporary issues such as climate change, racism, perceptions of Islam and the Middle East. Current productions include, Moj of the Antarctic: An African Odyssey, a multi-sensory storytelling performance inspired by the true story of a runaway African slave, offering a radical view of climate and change and Matt Henson: North Star, a moving true story of love, conquest, race, racing and betrayal of planet and people, set in the High Arctic, and many more.
Once,
We were
Gondwana,
Africa and Antarctica
Antarctica and Africa
One content
Continent.
Before.
Before
Nakedness
And the snake.
Before Enlightenment.
Before ... Enwhitenment.
Gondwana.
Where day and night danced a duet
In step,
Together.
Two million years ago
Gondwana:
Africa.
Antarctica.
A history of
The future:
Antarctica melts,
Africa sinks,
We all disappear.
One million
Two million
Three million more!
From ice to sea to land to shore!
Melting
Rising
Flooding
Seas.
Salt to soil
Drought
Disease
Desert.
Desertification.
Creatures
Comforts
Coasts
Erosion
Forest.
Deforestation.
More land
More light
More wind
More flight
Of souls,
Soaked.
Tempest
Justice
Tempest
Just ice
Just us
Washing away
Sand and land and memories
Memories.
One melts,
The other sinks,
We all disappear:
Magic!
Imagine:
Gondwana,
Once
We were
One.
But,
Gondwana
Split
Like a family,
Tectonically,
And no one could remember
How it happened.
Yet in understanding through
Opposites
The ancients believed
In what they could not see,
By the stars
They perceived
Antarctica
Must
Exist
Somewhere
Arctic
Anti-thesis
Antarctica.
And then
Eventually
You were
uncovered
and you had grown cold.
(The ancient gestures towards the video. Awe inspiring music).
You were discovered,
So now we know
If Antarctica exists
Then the world is a globe,
And if the world is a globe
In a tilting procession
Inclined to be eccentric
Obliquely orbiting
The sun
Then are we not
In a tilting procession
Inclined to be eccentric,
Living with the inevitability of unpredictability
In the knowledge that we can predict the inevitable
Make the inevitable vetible
Vary the variable
Protect the vulnerable
Apply eco logic
To anthropogenic
Action!
And through adaptability and change
Be sustained
Or let the last one turn the lights out!
(In blackout she moves to another position. Lights up).
She said:
If Antarctica exists
And the world is a wobbling wanderer
Then nothing is straight
And no one is straight
Forward.
If the world is a globe
Then there is no above
No below
No North or South
No heaven or hell
No white or (she prompts audience to respond) black
No male or (she prompts audience to respond) female
No God or (she prompts audience to respond) Devil
Magic!
Just a magnetic pull...
An extract from the prologue of Moj of the Antarctic: An African Odyssey by Mojisola Adebayo.