What'd I experience?
This show could not have come at a greater time for me. It’s as though the universe knows what I need and brings it to me! But see, with this play, it was not easy walking the yellow brick road towards it. Literally. I was walking through a street maze just to find this theatre. When I did get there, I was instantly in Egypt.
The room pleasantly warm. The curtains were a warm orange with Hieroglyphics patterned on them, and had openings slit in the middle with the huge eyes of Horus between. The stages were also like a fashion runway with four entries, and four sections of seating all around. The other two entries had white cotton linen cloth that was highlighted by different colored lights.
Little note of advice: Small children who are not exposed to the “sex talk” should not come, not even with their parents. Can’t tell you how awkward it was seeing three kids down the row cringe throughout this show, and you can tell their parents wanted to cover their eyes. Anyways...
Fit For A Queen looked at the roles of men vs. women in ancient Egypt. The Pharaoh in the Egyptian tradition for centuries has only been men, while the woman was the “submissive” queen. Well, this is the story of Hatshepsut, also known as Happy, and her righthand slave Senenmut (who's name I thought was Cinnamon, so that's what I'm going to call her). However, after the Pharaoh’s “accidental and mysterious” death, the queen becomes the new Pharaoh. She is now equal to man, so why not! She is a king! This goes against the tradition and has some nasty outcomes. Of course, this was not easily accepted by those in the temple. And, of course, those in the temple orchestrate a war, and secretly plot plans in the temple to see who will come out on top, the men or the women.
This whole show made me think of a conversation that I was having with a friend recently. She referred to herself as a King, while I refer to myself as a Queen. She said, “why can’t they refer to me as such. I am just as powerful as a man so I am a King. period.” And I understood her point, but I will still refer to myself as a Queen.
So, I was shown the power that the Pharaoh had. They make decisions, and can have anyone they want murdered, murdered. This is what Cinnamon ultimately wanted for herself. The Pharaoh (Kings) also have mistresses, and sleep with whomever they wanted for the night, even sending the Queen out (as shown in the closing scene which I will explain later). Funny part, however, is that the play kept signaling that there was one that the King did bow down to. It was the Queen. Quoted throughout the play from Pharaoh was, (to his daughter),
“I do not meddle in anything your mother does”,
“If your mother wants him killed, then there is nothing that I can do”,
“I am more scared of what your mother will do to me, I know what she is capable of.”
So who is the backbone here? I saw that the only reason things were able to be done, whether good or bad, were because of the women and their determined actions.
I couldn’t quite wrap around the message that was being sent to me through the last scene combined with the whole production, where the new Queen is disrespected by her husband because of his position. So, I started this wonderful conversation after the show with this other gorgeous black woman and concluded this. I am a Queen. There is no King without me, and before there is a final say, it truly comes from me. He is powerful, and so am I. I can give life, can handle a home, can command and rule. I am his equal.
Moreover, I am not defined by any title. But if I wanted to play around and had to choose what I am fit for, because of my unique possession of power, I would say I am fit for a Queen.