By JessyKen:
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Β Β β¨β¨β¨The Beauty Goddess β¨β¨β¨
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Β DISCLAIMER πππ
Β This is strictly a work of art, and sure is an original piece. No plagiarism! Nothing! The ideas are all mine. I sure hope you love it δΉβ€βΏβ€δΉ.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE πππ
Β ITOHAN β The Beauty Goddess.
Β ABAGBA NβOJIE β The King of Ukogho Kingdom.
Β OJE β The Queen of Ukogho Kingdom.
Β OMOLARA β The Kingβs Sister.
Β EMOMWOYI -Itohanβs Adoptive Mother.
Β OSAKA β Chief Priest of Ukogho Kingdom.
Β ELDER 1/ OMWOKHA
Β ELDER 2
ELDER 3
Β GUARD 1
Β URBI β Narrator.
πKey Words π
Β π Oje >>> Queen.
Β π NβOjie/Ojie >>> King.
Β π Inenen >>> Mother.
Β π Edion >>> Elder.
Β π ΓkpΓ‘ >>> One.
Β π Eva >>> Two.
Β π Ea >>> Three.
Β π Aho >>> Fourth Market Day.
An African Piece πππ
In a land where male children are considered the best, the Kingβs wife births a female child after so many years of childlessness, only for her birth to beget hatred in the King. The baby is rejected by her father, and thence disposed off to a place thatβd put an end to her existence. What will happen when destiny decides to act? Come with us, as we embark on this wonderful journey π₯π₯π₯
βOPENING STAGE β
The stage opens and white light illuminates it, as music plays in the background. A woman clad in a red blouse, with an old wrapper tied around her waist walks slowly towards the front; a sad expression seated upon her face as she sits on the mat placed for her by the side.Β She is Urbi, a middle-aged woman with a tribal mark on her face. She surveys the audience for some minutes and bows her head, lifting her hand in the air.
Narrator: It all began eighteen years ago when a little girl was born (Look up at the crowd) One who was a blessing to the land, and was mostly admired by all. Only her birth begot hatred in a certain man, who was no one else but her father. This is the story of the beauty goddess β ITOHAN!
Β Β Β Β Β βͺMOVEMENT ONE βͺ
Stage opens as the cry of a woman echoes loudly in the background. Another woman is seen chanting some words at her bedside, while the other who is the midwife shouts from the edge of the bed where her legs stood wide. The cry of a baby is heard and a joyful song is raised, as a man in a royal apparel rushes in.
Midwife: (Looks up at him) Your Highness, itβs a girl.
Abagba NβOjie: A girl?! (Huffs and makes to carry the child) She mustnβt live to see another day.
Midwife: But Your Highnessβ¦
Abagba NβOjie: (Cuts in) She is cursed, donβt you see? She doesnβt deserve to live! (Thunders)
Midwife: (Winces) But sheβs just a child. Your own flesh and blood. You canβt have her killed, not when the Oje has been without a child.
Abagba NβOjie: I do not care (Grits)
Omolara: (Enters and looks at the child) May the gods be praised. She has being delivered.
Abagba NβOjie: Guards! Guards!!
Omolara: Brother, what are you�
King Abagba: (Cuts in) I must not let her live. She is a bad omen! A curse on our land! (Looks at the child)
Omolara: You want to kill her? (Stammers) To kill an innocent child that has done nothing? (Stands akimbo)
Abagba NβOjie: I do not want your opinion here, sister. Guards!!
Guard 1: Your highness (Kneels before him).
Abagba NβOjie: (Orders) Ready my men! Ready the horses! Send words to the Great Osaka. This child must not live!!!
~Curtain~
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