ABSTRACT
Other than a few weeks in northern Morocco back in 1977 I had never set foot on the African continent until I arrived at Jomo Kenyatta International airport in the evening of 5 September 1997. Opiyo Mumma, a drama lecturer at the University of Nairobi, took us in his car to the YMCA, just behind the university campus. A few days later, accompanied by cameraman Julius Obala and soundman George Anang’a, we travelled three hours to the northeast to encounter a youth theatre group in rural Meru province, a theatre for development dance performance about alcoholism. We stayed with them for a week before journeying to western Kenya, where we would spent two and a half weeks with a women’s theatre collective in Sigoti village.
