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Athol Fugard's simplicity, evident in his characters dialogue always enhance readers comprehension. In Swinze Bansi is Dead, I fell in love with Style's internal monologues. The Train Driver captures the story of Roelf, a white man who accidentally ran into a black woman with a baby in her back. The victims died and their body remained unclaimed until when Roelf started having psychological trauma and had to find the victims grave to swear and claim their bodies. Also, in The Train Driver, Simon, the gravedigger's indifference towards his job showcases, vanity of life. However, one is still troubled that after years of apartheid, Simon, the character in the play is still accused of killing Roelf if not for his employer. When will black man be free of trouble!?

It's a great movie. More of it is what we expect in the Nigerian cinemas. However, one is baffled how 49million naira can be demanded in the 1960s as "building levy". The story is lovely, the characters; Mr. Timi gave it a shot. His charismatic display of African professorial qualities gave the play realism. But nothing was ever said about the boy, Elijah, audience are curtained from knowing his history. Parents, hence, African born, do not adopts father so easily. Once again. This is a realism in Nigeria and Africa where organ donation is seen as taboo on religious and moral right. I urge many more movies to dwell on this theme.