The pondok serves as a symbol of Boesman and Lena’s inability to have a home, and consequently, a meaningful life. The pondok, literally, is a type of shanty that Boesman is often forced to build out of whatever materials he can find: a piece of iron, scraps of wood, an old sack. Even though this is very resourceful, the makeshift nature of the pondok only makes Boesman and Lena more vulnerable. The morning before the play begins, the pondok they built in Korsten is easily destroyed by a “whiteman” with a bulldozer, forcing them off of the land. Lena realizes during the play that the pondok is actually a “coffin” for her, because she wastes her life trying to build homes in every new town they are forced to walk to. Boesman, too, recognizes how the pondok really makes his life feel devoid of meaning, because he surrounds himself and lives inside the trash of white people, making him feel worthless. Thus, the thing that is supposed to serve as a home for them—a source of protection and comfort, and a sense of ownership and personhood—becomes the very source of their oppression.
Pondok Quotes in Boesman and Lena
LENA: […] You’re the hell-in. Don’t look at me, ou ding. Blame the whiteman. Bulldozer!
[Another laugh.]
Ja! You were happy this morning. ‘Push it over, my baas! ‘Dankie, baas!’ ‘Weg is ons!’
BOESMAN: Forget it. Now is the only time in your life.
LENA: No! ‘Now.’ What’s that? I wasn’t born today. I want my life. Where’s it?
LENA: […] Even when you’re also awake. You make it worse. When I call you, and I know you hear me, but you say nothing. Sometimes loneliness is two . . . you and the other person who doesn’t want to know you’re there.
BOESMAN: […] I could stand there! There was room for me to stand straight. You know what that is? Listen now. I’m going to use a word. Freedom! Ja, I’ve heard them talk it. Freedom! That’s what the whiteman gave us. I’ve got my feelings too, sister. It was a big one I had when I stood there. That’s why I laughed, why I was happy. When we picked up our things and started to walk I wanted to sing. It was Freedom!
BOESMAN: […] One push. That’s all we need. Into gaol, out of your job . . . one push and it’s pieces.
Must I tell you why? Listen! I’m thinking deep tonight. We’re whiteman’s rubbish. That’s why he’s so beneukt with us. He can’t get rid of his rubbish. He throws it away, we pick it up. Wear it. Sleep in it. Eat it. We’re made of it now. His rubbish is people.
LENA: […] That’s not a pondok, Boesman. [Pointing to the shelter.] It’s a coffin. All of them. You bury my life in your pondoks. Not tonight. Crawl into darkness and silence before I’m dead. No! I’m on this earth, not in it.
BOESMAN [equally desperate, looking around dumbly]: Show it to me! Where is it? This thing that happens to me. Where? Is it the pondok? Whiteman pushed it over this morning. Wind will do it to this one. The road I walked today? Behind us! Swartkops? Next week it’s somewhere else. The wine? Bottles are empty. Where is it?!!