Tsotsi, by Athol Fugard

Location: Library

Group 1:
Nick Ronan
Tyler Romo
Chris Knaub
Lucas Taggart
Peter Lloyd
Alice Barr


Tsotsi Book Discussion Agenda

1. Whip: Everyone sharing what they thought of the book for like 1 minute. Can talk about opinion in general, favorite scene, certain character or whatever you please. ~10 minutes

2. Ten Word Summary: In pairs or something (everything would be repeated otherwise) we could say what we thought or the summary within ten words. Kind of just hit on the real important stuff. ~5 Minutes

3. Discussion Starters:
Compare/Contrast 2 Characters
Anything you would want to the author
If a chapter was added before or after, what would it look like
What did this boo make you think of your own life
Did it remind you of anything else you have read
Discuss the opening and closing sentences. ~15 minutes

4. Passage Path:
One person brings up a passage that they find powerful and then everyone (or until no more passages found) in the group goes around and finds another passage that relates in some way to the one before them.~15 minutes

5. Other point of view
We choose a fairly long passage and just discuss the scene like its from a different characters point of view. ~15

6. Questions:
Why do yo think that Tsotsi actually started to care about his victims and the baby?
What did you think about the way Tsotsi handled Die App when the gang split?
Do you think it was wise for Tsotsi to find and take Boston home?
Why do you think Tsotsi saved the child?
Were you upset to see Tsotsi’s gang split up in such a short amount of time?
Why do you think Tsotsi ran away from his father when he was a child?
~Any time left over





Nick Ronan
Ms. Lewis
Junior English: Summer Reading
11 september 2011
Left In Rubble

Stolen
Taken
To be left
In rubble
Left in ruins
This new born wasn't my normal findings
This time my crime was different
I thought it would be worth it
Stealing a car
Making some money
But I was wrong
Only to be left with someone’s child
Someone’s new born

I have never cared
It’s only me
On my own
I don’t know how to care for something else
Maybe that’s why it’s still not here now
It’s all my fault
I should have never been so stupid

The child’s mother
I can’t forget her face
And she will never forget mine
I didn’t know what I was getting in to until I was far gone
Losing a loved one
Or your child
Is like losing part of you
You will never stop looking for them

This was a punishment to me
I know I did something horrible
I want to make it up some how
But I know I can’t do anything
It’s not like I can bring back something that’s dead

All I can say now is I’m sorry
I’m sorry I ever hurt something
Or someone else
All I can do now is confess my sins
And this is one I will never live down
For an innocent child
To be left
In rubble
Left in ruins
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Peter Lloyd
Mrs. O’Neill
AP English Literature 2W: Summer Reading Creative Writing
11 September 2011
Tsotsi Alternate Ending
It is morning again, Tsotsi had a rough night of sleep thinking about whether or not he should give the baby to the woman. He tries to stay in bed, and sleep just a little more, but looks out the window and sees kids outside playing in a hose, and realizes it is brutally hot outside. He knows the baby will die if left in the ruins in this heat with no food. He hears a knock on the door and realizes that is what woke him up originally.
“What?” Tsotsi yells to the door, not knowing who was behind it, although he guessed it was Butcher and Die-Aap wondering if he was ready to lead them once again.
“It is me, I am here to feed the child” Said a voice that Tsotsi immediately recognized as the woman’s.
“Come back later, at eleven, like usual.”
“It already is eleven.”
Tsotsi leaps out of bed, realizing he has slept later than he can afford to. He quickly dresses and runs out the door and into the dusty streets filled with vendors and children playing in the heat.
“Where is the child?” The woman yells after him when she realizes he does not have it with him, but Tsotsi is too far ahead to hear her. She starts to run after him, but she is far behind him and he is not slowing down. He runs as fast as he can to the ruins, hoping the baby has not already died in the heat and trying to retrieve it before it does if it hasn’t already. Once in site of the ruins, he looks around for the hut that he had put the baby in last night remembering he had picked it due to the shade it offered. Tsotsi spots it and begins to run towards it, he also sees a bulldozer approaching it and remembers it is that day the ruins were to be demolished. He realizes he now has to race the bulldozer to the hut, attempting to retrieve the baby before the bulldozer gets there. He gets there just before the bulldozer arrives and flies through the door. Tsotsi hears a faint cry under the sound of the bulldozer and knows that the baby is still alive. He runs to the baby and scoops him off of the ground. Knowing he does not have time to turn around and go back through the door, Tsotsi lowers is shoulder and runs straight through the wall, breaking it and dislocating his shoulder. He jogs out of the ruins, with a massive amount of pain in his shoulder, but excited that he got the baby in time.
Once on the road again, he begins to walk back to the town and his house. About a minute into his walk he crosses paths with the woman and simply hands her the baby, this recent episode proving to himself he could not take good care of this child, but the woman would be able to. As he is walking away, he heres the last two words he will hear from the woman: “Thank You”




Tyler Romo
Ms. Lewis
9/12/11
Junior English:Summer reading


A: “Hello (Enter name here) how are you? I did not think you where going to be here.”
B: “Yah, I wanted to start getting in shape so I decided to come to the gym; how have you been?”
A: “ Good I just finished reading this book
Tsotsi, I loved it”
B: “I read that book too, but I did not really like it; it seemed a little unbelievable.”
A: “Why do you say that?”
B: “Well the hole thing with a 19-year old gang leader and all, I just don’t think that’ed ever happen.”
A: “It seems like you missed the point of the book; it shows that people can change-even some of the most black hearted people.”
B: “I do not agree, a person who robs and kills people can not just change be because of a baby.”
A: “ I think they can, people do change and they always will.”
B: “Ok ok, but do you really think a cold hearted killer can fall for a little baby?”
A: “Yes, I do because a baby is a pure soul; it’s heart is not black with evil yet. It has done nothing wrong yet”
B: “Ok I’ll give you that one, but when they go get the things for the baby and Tsotsi kills Butcher, I mean come on. Who is going to kill one of thier own gang members?”
A: “Tsotsi shoots Butcher because he was going to kill John(the baby’s dad) and since Tsotsi is changing his ways, he is trying not to kill anyone. All that he wanted to get was things for the baby. He was not planing on hurting anyone.”
B: “Ok but the bulldozer come on what a crappy ending.”
A: “Yes, I agree that it was a sad ending having him die like that.”



Chris Knaub
Mrs. O’Neill
Ap Literature: Creative writing
September 12, 2011

Mercy
(Reaction to Fugard’s Tsotsi)

Night time in a desolate city,
slamming doors followed by the tumble of a lock,
closing time.
Building lights extinguish,
street lights shining like the stars.
The slow sound of a body being dragged across the street.
Slowly at first, but then becoming more rapid.
The scrape of his ragged jeans echo in every alley.
Frantically trying to escape his predator.
The slow deep breaths of a man echo in every direction.
Slowly the breathing gets more rapid and louder.
The beggar with no legs drags himself into the light ready to fend off his attacker.
The sound of a knife divulging its sheath is like a whisper in a silent room.
A flash of steel, and in a blink of the eye.
The assassin is there.
When the time is right to end this poor beggars life,
the assassin walks away a changed man.


Train Wreck
(Reaction to Fugard’s Tsotsi)
A bustling station full of anxious men.
The last train slowly makes its way into the station on a clear night.
Men pile into the train like sardines slammed into a can.
The train moves swiftly through the moonlight.
When the train lurches to a stop,
a cart full of mortified passengers stare at a twisted smile.
An empty wallet hangs from a mans hand,
a bike spoke protruding from his chest.
Eyes closed, mouth gaping.
Another victim of the trains.


The Ruins
(Reaction to Fugard’s Tsotsi)

Shadows of ruins cloak the night sky.
Cement rooms with no ceiling reaching for the heavens.
The wind howls as it moves through the skeleton of a city.
Murmurs of a child are heard from a box.
A bulldozer grumbles in the distance.

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