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Theatre Centrik and Lekki Waterside Theatre Presents: RED IS THE FREEDOM ROAD



It's a brand new story. The tales of our time

Ibidun is in search of her husband.

Akanji returns with a heart of stone and refuses to compromise.

Warriors have been drinking in the stream of cowardice and becoming past heroes.

Red became the road, the road became red.

Join the conversation and the intrigue on stage.

Come experience the language of the drum. Dance as weapon of communication alongside with music filtering every scene with something that make ears to pay homage

Red is the freedom road, written by Femi Osofisan and directed by Tony Biyi Boyede

Venue is the Lekki Waterside Hotel, Wole Olateju Crescent off Admiralty way Lekki Phase 1, Lagos

Time is 3pm and 6pm.

18th & 25th (Sunday) October 2015.

Ticket is : N2,000 per head
 Couple : N3,500

Discounts on Bulk and family tickets available.

For more info, please contact:
08053248920, 08082527441, 08138293959,08059318677,08160583110
Email: theatrecentriks@gmail.com
           Info@theatrecentrik.com

You can't afford to miss this !

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