The Voice E-Book

kenechukwu obi

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

THE VOICE is a dramatization of an interview session with a female President of an African country whose name is Justin. She lets audiences in on the journey and story behind her rise to the top. 

Leseprobe

THE VOICE

A PLAY

BY

KENECHUKWU OBI

CAST

Interview scenes

JUSTIN

MALE JOURNALIST

FEMALE JOURNALIST

ACT ONE

JUSTIN

JUSTIN’S MOTHER

JUSTIN’S FATHER

TEACHER

BOKO

BIMPE

CLARA

MERCY

LAWRENCE

SHANTA

SILVA

ANNA

TOKUMBO

DORCAS

MAN WITH A GUN

ANOTHER MAN

DAVID

MIKE

POLICEMAN

ACT TWO

JUSTIN

FEMALE BOARD MEMBER

FIRST MALE BOARD MEMBER

SECOND MALE BOARD MEMBER

CROWD OF STUDENTS

ACT THREE

PRESIDENT

INSPECTOR-GENERAL OF POLICE

JUSTIN

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF

THE REST

MALE

FEMALE

VENDOR

FIRST POLICEMAN

SECOND POLICEMAN

MOTORIST

AIDE

TORTURE AGENT

SENATE PRESIDENT

REST OF THE SENATORS

PROLOGUE

The stage is dark and quiet and without life. Some activities soon descend on the dark stage as a drum is suddenly heard throbbing, filling the atmosphere with expectancy. Drumming suddenly ceases. It returns again for a while and ceases. Then a loud voice comes alive and shrill. It bellows:

Victory! Victory!

Victory over evil!

Victory over social injustice!

Victory over oppression!

Victory over insensitive governance!

Victory for open society!

Victory for the people!

Victory! Victory!

Spotlight descends on the stage as the voice dies down, illuminating it, and revealed is the West African country of Nigena. And the democratically elected female President of Nigena, Justin Jones, is at the tail-end of one of the weekly presidential interviews she loves to grant foreign Journalists, beamed by all television stations in the country. Justin is being interviewed by a British female journalist and her American male counterpart.

JUSTIN

[Laughs briefly] Yes! The freedom and social justice we enjoy in this great nation today had to be yanked out of an era we will never be in a hurry to forget.

FEMALE JOURNALIST

What was the driving force?

JUSTIN

I just could no longer watch my fatherland, Nigena, groan under the crushing feet of evil. They had the guns, little brain and much brawn, but I had the compulsion to put up a fight with the only tool available to me.

MALE JOURNALIST

Awesome.

JUSTIN

I can beat my chest anywhere out of pride and declare that our great nation has achieved a radical departure from the culture of impunity to culture of respect for the constitution and rule of law.[With pride] And you all can agree with me that these are very essential ingredients on which true democracy subsists.

FEMALE JOURNALIST

And the Freedom of Information Bill?

MALE JOURNALIST

[Smiles, showing interest] O....yes! [Refers to his colleague] You read my mind correctly. I was going to get the President to comment on that.

JUSTIN

[Chips in] Fantastic! We could not orchestrate the dawn of a free and just society without passing that into law at once. How can a true democratic state emerge when people cannot freely express their opinions, dissidence, and other contents of their minds? [Chuckles] Freedom of Information Bill... Four words any governance full of lack of respect for human rights will never entertain. Four words governance that shun probity, accountability and transparency never want to hear or take seriously. Law makers with skeletons in their cupboards often develop cold feet once the issue of passing it into law arises.

FEMALE JOURNALIST

[Smiles] Thank you so much for granting us this interview out of your busy schedule.

JUSTIN

[Smiles in response] It has been my pleasure speaking with two of the most fantastic media people I’ve ever met. Thanks for taking me prisoner today.

BOTH JOURNALISTS EXPLODE IN LAUGHTER. JUSTIN JOINS THEM.

MALE JOURNALIST

You are not free yet.

JUSTIN

Really? It feels good to be your prisoner anyway. [Laughs]

MALE JOURNALIST

You are not to be released until we get to know about your other side.

FEMALE JOURNALIST

Not the President of Nigena. But Justin Jones.

MALE JOURNALIST

Who has been Justin Jones?

JUSTIN

Justin Jones? [Smiles] I can smile now, for sunlight has come to shine. I hail the power of the pen. Come with me in this journey.

SCENE FADES AND THE LOUD VOICE COMES ALIVE AGAIN.

Victory! Victory!

Victory over evil!

Victory over oppression!

Victory over insensitive governance!

Victory for social justice!

Victory for freedom!

Victory for the people!

Victory! Victory!

                        ACT ONE

SCENE ONE

Spotlight illuminates the stage again, and seven years old Justin is shown seated at home, in the sitting room reading a novel. She scribbles things on a sheet of paper too. The sitting room does not show affluence. Just four wooden seats and a centre table. Justin soon turns her attention to a newspaper lying on one of the seats. She picks it up and begins to flip through its pages. She soon gets up with smiles beaming on her face.

JUSTIN

[Bellows] Nice reporting! Look at these stories. Fantastic reporting! Oh… I love this. I will write and be a woman that reports in newspapers. I will make sure I report the truth and nothing but the whole truth.

[She begins to flip through the newspaper again and screams after a while] What! This is not good! It is unjust! [Screams in anger] No! A man who works should be paid! A woman who works should be paid as well. Oh…..what is this? I hate it!

JUSTIN SLAMS HERSELF BACK ON THE SEAT IN ANGER, HOLDING UNTO HER HEAD WITH HER HANDS. AND HER MOTHER AND FATHER WHO ARE ALREADY IN A HEATED QUARREL SOON BURST INTO THE SITTING ROOM. JUSTIN WATCHES IN SILENCE.

JUSTIN’S FATHER

[Screams] You woman, you must obey my orders!

JUSTIN’S MOTHER

[Screams her response] I am not your slave!

JUSTIN’S FATHER

Don’t talk to me that way. You are a woman! Better learn good manners!

JUSTIN’S MOTHER

A woman should not speak out then? I am not a slave in this house! You must learn to do certain things yourself!

JUSTIN’S FATHER

Watch your mouth, woman! You are going too far!

JUSTIN’S MOTHER

I am not a beast of burden for your information! Why should you expect me to do all the washing, cooking and all other errands? Including watching your own pants?

JUSTIN’S FATHER

[Affirms] It is simple! You are a woman!

JUSTIN’S MOTHER

And as a man you just do what? Just seat around, sleep, and snore heavily while waiting for me to serve you food?

JUSTIN’S FATHER

[Sarcastically] Why not?

JUSTIN’S MOTHER

I am human! Just like you. I feel pain. I get tired. You should be helping me out. I am neither a slave nor a beast of burden.

JUSTIN’S FATHER

Watch your mouth, woman! I warn you!

JUSTIN’S MOTHER

Real men understand a woman’s pains and help out! Real men don’t….

JUSTIN’S FATHER

[Cuts in] Shut up! Enough! Enough! [Suddenly slaps his wife who screams in pain]

Lights fade on Justin and her parents and comes back on again to illuminate the stage. Justin is seen sauntering the sitting room, thinking, and speaking to herself, with her school bag in her hands.

JUSTIN

What? Daddy was wrong! Men and women are created equal. [Screams] No……! Injustice lives here! Daddy was wrong………. [Justin’s father enters the sitting room. He yawns.]

JUSTIN’S FATHER

Why are you disturbing the peace of this house so early in the morning, Justin? Shouldn’t you be on your way to school now?

JUSTIN

Daddy, I think you are the one that keeps disturbing the peace here.

JUSTIN’S FATHER

What? [Now angered] What did I hear you say?

JUSTIN

What you do to Mummy is wrong.

JUSTIN’S FATHER

Now when did you learn to rant like your mother?

ADVANCES MENACINGLY TOWARDS JUSTIN WHO QUICKLY TURNS AWAY FROM HER FATHER TO AVOID HIS IMPENDING ACTION.

JUSTIN

Mummy deserves to be treated with respect. She is not a slave. She deserves to be treated justly.

JUSTIN’S FATHER

JUSTIN’S FATHER STILL ADVANCING TOWARDS JUSTIN WHO NOW RUNS AROUND THE SITTING ROOM TO AVOID HIM.

What is just and what is not just? Who decides what is just and what is not in this house? I think is time I cut off that lengthy tongue of yours. [Thunders] Will you now leave for school? Naughty girl! Your mother has infused some of her dirty traits into you! Leave for school at once! Naughty girl!

LIGHTS FADE. SCENE ENDS.

SCENE TWO

Spotlights reveal the stage which is now Justin’s class in school. Justin and five of her classmates, all seated and listening to their female teacher who is standing in front of the class, facing her pupils with a book and chalk in hand.

TEACHER

Now, children did you understand everything I said?

ALL PUPILS

[Loudly] Yes, teacher!

TEACHER

Are you sure?

ALL PUPILS

[Loudly] Yes, teacher! We understood everything!

TEACHER