Coming for Africa E-Book

kenechukwu obi

• Herausgeber: KenWrites
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

‘Coming for Africa’ comically explores the myriad of problems weighing down Africa and its people. It goes on to suggest to rich western nations dangling aid initiatives, ways from an African perspective, which can yield lasting solutions.  

Leseprobe

COMING FOR AFRICA

A PLAY

BY

KENECHUKWU OBI

CAST

AJOBOLA

KOLA

OLDMAN

AFRICAN GIRL

JOB SEEKER

AFRICAN LEADER

BOLA – Bodyguard/ Adviser to the African leader

POST MAN

DRUMMER

ILLIMINATION DESCENDS ON THE STAGE.THERE IS AN EMPTY CHAIR ON STAGE. AJOBOLA WEARILY WALKS IN, SITS ON THE CHAIR. WITH HIS HEAD DROOPING, HE SLEEPS OFF, SNORING THUNDEROUSLY.THEN AN OLD MAN, HIS FATHER, TODDLES IN WITH THE AID OF HIS WALKING-STICK, WEARING A WHITE SINGLET AND A WRAPPER KNOTTED ROUND HIS WAIST.

OLD MAN

[Facing the audience. Voice loud and soaked in amazement] Oh…my God! [Quickly looks up towards heaven] Don’t say I use your name in vain. [Point at Ajobola] It is this good-for-nothing person I have as my son. [Coughs hard] May you not forgive him if my sun sets here while I cough.

[A pregnant brief silence pervades. Ajobola’s snoring getting louder. The old man certainly unimpressed]

[To the audience. Points at Ajobola] Do you hear him? You heard that? That is all my stupid stinking son knows. The morning’s youthfulness is almost gone, and he still sleeps. This son of mine wants us to die of hunger. How can I explain this? He was idle and bored for years. Now he has a job, and laziness has crept into his bones. [Walking away] My mother used to tell me that those without buttocks have all the seats in the world, while those with heavy buttocks can’t even have seats. [Points at Ajobola] His mates are wasting away without jobs, and there he is…. [Yells] He must get up! Ajobola! Ajobola! [To the audience] Please excuse me] [Exits stage]

[Ajobola, on black shorts and white short-sleeved shirt, and bare-footed, reluctantly gets up]

AJOBOLA

[Scratches his head and yawns] Never mind my father for one minute. [To the audience] He calls me a stupid stinking son when I’m simply a product of his wasted youthful days. [Looks behind to see if his father is coming and faces the audience again] He never sent me to school. But mother did, with little sums of money she managed to keep out of his reach. I wouldn’t have acquired even the least education if he… [Quickly looks back again] I mean my father. If he had pounced on that money, he would have used it for his chronic alcohol consumption.

[The old man walks in again. Ajobola cringes on seeing him]

OLD MAN

Ajobola

AJOBOLA

Yes, father.

OLD MAN

[Gently draws his right ear with his right fingers] Did I hear you dig into my past?