My Life at Work

Another eviction over and another life destroyed. It's an emotional game, this reality show. As an observer, I find it extremely difficult not to become entangled in these people's lives; in their fears and hopes and in this case, bitter disappointment.

Who was evicted? The Housemate in question is the South African girl, Nkuli. Her face a picture of utter shock as she realised her fate in front of millions of people. Nowhere to hide. This is why we watch. These moments of human nature, exposed in the naked truth, provide us with fascinating entertainment.

We shriek in anticipation and horror as we witness the reactions from the Housemates. We find ourselves identifying with their character flaws and judging them in retaliation of the voice inside us that shares their shame. We feel relieved that other people are getting the flack for choices we all make every day and laugh at them to cover our own humiliation.

As a person who is constantly trying to find peace through truth, watching the show induces in me an ongoing internal battle between right and wrong, good and bad. The eternal feud of humankind. Every time I 'whoop' with delight as one of the Housemates is berated, I am filled immediately with a sense of shame. Shame in myself for enjoying someone else's misery. As much as I feel the satisfaction of witnessing someone else's retribution on another, my heart knows that it is all an illusion. This game of life has many faces. Each individual is propelled along their own path of choices and consequences that fit perfectly into their Big Plan so for me to judge them or to feel satisfied with the events that unfold around them is to hide behind those issues that I myself, plan ton deal with.

This is one of the reasons why I love working on a production like this. I am constantly engaged in self-realisation and reflection as I love, hate and grow with these people on the screen. And I get to make the pictures look pretty...and it's all LIVE!

Lucky me!