EYEBAGS & DIMPLES
By BONNIE HENNA
(published by Jacana Media)
When
Kgomotso Moncho recommends that I read a certain book, I don’t hesitate.
Why? Apart from being a great friend:
1. She an avid reader.
2. She’s worked as an arts writer of a national newspaper for a long time and continues to write for great magazines.
3. I share with her, and often trust her artistic taste, especially in books, music and film.
Why? Apart from being a great friend:
1. She an avid reader.
2. She’s worked as an arts writer of a national newspaper for a long time and continues to write for great magazines.
3. I share with her, and often trust her artistic taste, especially in books, music and film.
So Motso lent
me Bonnie Henna’s Eyebags & Dimples
at Shelley Beach in Durban a while ago. We hadn’t seen each other in about a
year. It was amazing to see a familiar face in a faraway place. She’s happier
and lovelier than ever. Durban is definitely treating her very well, but I told
her that the bright city lights and the loud noise of Jozi are calling her
again. It’s been a well-deserved break from the hustle and bustle of Egoli but it’s
time we both come back “home” – she knows what I’m talking about.
Eyebags & Dimples is Bonnie Henna’s autobiography. She
needs no introduction. She is a renowned South African actress and has been in a
number of international films including Drum,
Blinded Angels, Catch a Fire and Invictus.
I conclude.
Bonnie is a good writer. She paints very vivid images with words. As a fellow reader and friend, Brenda da Silva, told me: this book's an
easy read. It took me one day to
complete, a huge part of that reason being that I could not put it down. Bonnie
finished every chapter so strongly that you can’t wait to jump onto the next
one.
Bonnie’s
mother was a pained and emotionally wounded woman. Bonnie says she used to
beat, shout at her, and call her insulting names at the most innocent things.
She says: “I just wanted her to love me, to see me, to be glad that I existed. I
craved her affection and her approval, but I had to contend myself with
beatings – they were her only real engagement with me”.
But she also
reveals all sides of her mother. Who also proved to be a very strong,
sophisticated and quite smart woman. She didn’t hate her children; she was just
battling with her own issues and happened to take out her internal turmoil on
her kids. If she didn’t want the best for her kids she would not have taken
Bonnie to her first audition and supported the process that led to her stardom.
Whether you
like her or not, know her or not, when walking in her shoes – by reading this
book – you’ll laugh and cry with Bonnie. She’s had one hell of a ride.
Regarding
marriage, she says: “marriage was never simple or easy, I came to understand,
but it was also a blessing, and a continuous course in problem-solving. Two
people unite at an altar and vow to do life together, but when the celebrations
end, I discovered, that the real work begins. For we bring to marriage our
childhoods and all our beliefs and opinions about how life should be. Nobody
had prepared me for this. But then building a
harmonious life with someone you haven’t lived with for most of your life is like starting from scratch; no one can ever prepare you for such a challenge.”
harmonious life with someone you haven’t lived with for most of your life is like starting from scratch; no one can ever prepare you for such a challenge.”
She does not mince her words. She speaks her mind. |
About fans,
back in the day, she says: “I didn’t mind fans at a distance, but they got
under my skin at times. Someone always seemed to ask an inappropriate question
or make a demeaning remark. ‘You are way shorter than I thought’. ‘Have you
gained weight?’ This tendency was most prevalent among black people, who seemed
completely comfortable saying things only the closest of friends and family
should be allowed to say; they took unearned privileges to voice whatever they
liked.” She said this pressed her buttons and annoyed her more than it should
have.
Younger
Bonnie reminds me of Rihanna somehow, actually. Misunderstood. Good girl gone
bad. And she explains why she was always perceived to be “aloof” and a drama
queen.
Mr and Mrs Henna. |
She says
that: “For a long time I felt misunderstood by the world. Now I realise that I
was the one who misunderstood me. I’ve had to forgive myself for being hard on
myself and others. I had misguided and unreasonable expectations, and wondered
around aimlessly seeking fulfillment in all the wrong places.”
She lets the
reader in some of the most private affairs of her live. It is revealed for the
first time that Bonnie had a relationship with Vusi Twala, son of the great Shado
Twala. She also tells that for a long time she suffered from and was diagnosed
with depression. One of her friends said, in comforting her: “We are all
struggling with something.”
I agree. Hers
just happened to be depression (which falls under emotional problems and mental
conditions). Some people are struggling with addictions, different illnesses –
some chronic and some incurable.
(My mother
always laughs when I say I take comfort in that I know and understand my “issue”,
some people suffer from undiagnosed mental and personality disorders. They are
facing monsters that they don’t even know exist.)
Moving right
along …
If you know
anything about life, you’ll know one thing for sure: Things don’t always go as
planned. Things have their own way of revealing themselves. It was the same for
Bonnie. She says: “I had traveled all the way to California to discover who my
enemy was. I had fled to pursue a dream, and in turn it had pursued me. All that
took place in LA had needed to happen that way. If God had tried to tell me
this back at home I would not have listened. I had needed the pain, the
desperation, the hunger to force me to pay attention. By stepping into the
fire, everything that wasn’t real had been burnt away, exposing what it was
that I needed to start dealing with.
Bonnie says
she learned, on the TV show Survivor,
where she was invited to be a celebrity participant and got eliminated at Top
Three, to appreciate the small things, to live on very little and to appreciate
the diversity and uniqueness of human beings.
Bonnie on TV show Survivor. |
South
African poet, Lebo Mashile sings nothing but praise for Bonnie’s book. She says:
“From child star to mother and wife. From abuse to transcendence. From public
figure to piercing private pain. This book is a portrait of a woman healing by
owning every part of who she is. Bonnie’s bravery and vulnerability exemplify
the kind of new personal narratives that will inspire the women of South Africa
to self-reflect, reclaim and change the emotional status-quo of our lives as
well as that of our society.”
I loved that
she told her story boldly from her point of view, but also revealing all sides
of it, something that it quite rare in memoirs.
It’a great
book. A great read. I loved it. Check it out.
Even her face just screams: Star! |