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ORDEALS OF AIYI-OKWU
Idakpo Friday Nicholas

Copyright 2019
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To all orphans, and widows of this present generation.
To all readers of my first eBook volumes on love, with the hope that you will look out for subsequent publications to enable you complete the process you have begun in healing our dying world.
To Nigerian youths who are motivated to defy all odds that strongly militates against them in the quest to live meaningful lives. 
To the source of love, the All-benevolent one, and our personal savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.





FOREWORD
It is no longer news that widowhood in Idoma land, and across Nigeria is one of the most dreaded phenomena. This is not so much because of the feeling of gloom, loneliness, and/or responsibility that comes with the death of a good man; it is a result of the societal culture that sublimates oppression of women and perpetuates the suffering of their children after the death of their husbands. 

A woman who loses her husband, especially at a relatively young age, is cast as either a witch, a whore or a femme fatale. Most young widows in Idoma land, and most cultures in Nigeria fall into one of this category.  By this categorization, she is unvaryingly implicated in the death of her husband either by been accused of sucking his blood as a witch; letting Alekwu (a deity) kill the man for being secretive of her perfidious extra-marital affairs as a whore or being married to a spirit husband who detest sharing her with the deceased husband as in the case of  Ihuoma and Ekwueme in Elechi Amadi’s The Concubine. This false accusation and noxious stigmatization is the first and deepest river a widow must cross with her children on her back after the death of her husband. As the children mourn their father and watch their mother being harangued unfairly, the trauma and the pain of being an orphan deepens with serrating agony. 

After the dust of implicatures is over, the widow becomes a commodity for the late husband’s brothers, who after all might had been eyeing her when their brother lived, to inherit. As part of the husband property, the next of kin is given the right to inherit her regardless of whether he is married or not.  By this practice of levirate, the traditional Nigerian society successfully keeps women in the oven of oppression and commodification while simultaneously promoting polygamy. 

Friday Nicholas Idakpo’s, and Saint Christopher Amonjenu Ordeal of Ayi-okwu presents a voice of dissent against these practices as it simultaneously x-rays the difficulties that come with widowhood and being an orphan.  Divided in two parts - The Dilema of a Widow and the Man Behind the Mask - the overarching themes of the drama cut across miasma of political thuggery, injustice against women and children, the rewards of industry and delinquency and subversion of cultural order by women.  

The drama presents both the cultural and the political angles to the problems of the orphans and widows in the society using the character of Ikwubiela and Alalpa. Ikwubiela is the archetypal 21st Century woman who strongly opposes levirate after her husband's death. By her refusal to allow Ojoje inherit her, she joins the wave of women's emancipation sweeping across the globe. The author therefore lends his voice to the momentous movement toward the total emancipation of women which is the crux of the feminist ideology. That Ikwubiela trains her children, in spite of all odds, demonstrates the fact that orphanage/widowhood is neither an excuse for failing in life nor is it for resorting to dubious means to make ends meet.

The second part of the drama presents the political imbroglio of the country, Nigeria, where the rich make use of the poor in a chancy modus to attain political immortality. While the story focuses on Alapa, the orphan whose desire to study in the university leads him to thuggery and eventual imprisonment, it is a true reflection of the dysfunactionality of Nigerian society and the rot in its political space which has being the characterizing feature of the nation’s politics from its inchoate stages till date.  This again attests to the author’s touch with both the cultural and the political realities of his people.

Although story focuses on the choice an individual can make in life and how that translates into their future, it is a worthy exposé on the cultural domination of women in Nigerian societies, microcosmic of the African society as well as a the radicalization of overzealous youth by egocentric politicians.  These are timeless truths that are present with us today which underscores the worth of this work. 

Told through the eye of an elderly character Ichapi, the author deftly weaves the narratological tapestry with intense suspense, flashbacks and other stylistic techniques that compel the reader to follow through till the final page. The author’s ability to do much with the short drama makes it relatable to men, women and children. I am sure Ordeals of Ayi-okwu will make an interesting read for all and sundry. I recommend this work to all lovers of letters without any reservation. 

Ajama John Audu
Department of English,
University of Lagos, Akoka. 



Dilemma of a Widow

CAST
Opkani-Ichapi………….The story teller
Children
Ikwubiela…………..The widow
Inalegwu……………….Ikwubiela’s first son
Ojoje………………Ikubiela’s Brother-in-law
Ekoche………………..Ikubiela’s younger son
Ododo………………….Ojoje’s friend
Woman1
Woman2
Aladi……………..Ojoje’s wife
Boy1
Boy2

PROLOGUE
The play opens with the voices of children calling on the old man to tell them a story of his war adventures.
CHILDREN - Okpani, please tell us a story. Tell us stories of your war lords. Yes, stories of your gallant war adventures.
OKPAN-ICHAPI - Which one of my stories would you really want me to tell you? Any particular subject?
CHILDREN -Tell us about your encounter with the lion in the forest while on the peace- keeping mission in Liberia.
OKPAN-ICHAPI - How many times would you, children, want me to tell you that particular story? Are you children never tired of listening to that story?
CHILDREN - No, kola-nut lasts longer in the mouth of those who value it. We value that story, and we can never get tired of listening to it.             
OKPAN-ICHAPI - (He adjusts his position on the “ugada” which he was sitting on, thinking of what to tell the children. Behold, a new story registers in his memory). Yes! I refused to be outsmarted by your wisdom. I need to tell you something new and fresh with moral lessons. This story is not like any other of my stories that only talk about my war adventures. This is a story that will propel you to wake up from slumber and take your place in the sand of history. You must count yourselves as one of the lucky few children among your generation to have heard this story. (The old man relaxes on his “ugada” as if he has suddenly lost appetite for the story. Jerking back to his normal position, he continues with a fake smile.) Your generation is a cursed one. Unlike our generation where story telling was one of the instruments for spirit-reawakening, your generation is influenced by the white man's magic. Any way, you asked for a story and I must tell you. (He looked up in the sky and sighed) Hmmmm, the night is not getting younger any longer; let me save you the unnecessary sleepless night. Here goes my story.............
A short dance is display here as there is jubilation among the children when they were finally assured of a story from the old man, -Okpani

BOY 1 - But Okpani what is the title of your story?
OKPAN-ICHAPI - (Looking randomly on the ground as if in search of a misplaced needle) Yes! I have so many stories for you tonight. (Jubilation from the children.)But we must take them bit by bit. I'm pretty sure before the moon sails through the sky, all the stories would have been told. 
BOY 2 - But we insist on knowing the title of the story, Okpani. 
OKPAN-ICHAPI - Did you say the title of the story? I said stories.
BOY 1 - Yes, you said stories, but all the three stories cannot be told at the same time simultaneously. So, let us know the title of the first story you are going to tell us.
OKPAN-ICHAPI - Ok, ok. Since you insist on a title, I will tell you. But I have three different stories to tell you tonight, and all of them must be told before the sun will come chasing the moon to her abode, and you must be ready to listen to them.
CHILDREN - We are ready!
OKPAN-ICHAPI - Since we are all ready, let’s begin with the title of the stories. (He examines the faces of the children to ascertain their readiness) The first of the stories to be told tonight is DILEMMA OF A WIDOW.
CHILDREN –Dilemma of a Widow?
OKPAN-ICHAPI - The second on my mind tonight is BEHIND THE MASK. (The children stares confusingly at one another.) And last but not least, is FUNDAMENTALS OF TRIUMPH.
BOY 3- Wow! The titles are amazing. But Okpani, none of these stories is carrying the name of Mr. Ejeh. Besides, how can three stories be told in one night?
OKPAN-ICHAPI -...shshsh sh.... Don’t ask so many questions. You asked for just one story, and out of my kindness, I offered to give you two in addition. You need to show some gratitude, please.
CHILDREN - We are sorry, Opkani. Please, tell us the stories.
OKPAN-ICHAPI - Here goes the first of my stories.
		




DAY ONE
The scene opens with two women on their way to Ikwuela’s house to pay their condolences over her husband’s death.
1st WOMAN - Na waoh my sister, people get mind oh.
2nd WOMAN - I don’t understand my sister.
1st WOMAN - Are you a stranger in this village? Haven’t you heard that Ikwubiela has refused to relocate to her father’s house upon her husband’s demise just because of her two sons? Boys that are not even old enough to fetch water for her, talk more of going to farm?
2nd WOMAN – Yes, I heard and I’m not surprised at all.
1st WOMAN - You mean you will do same if you were in her shoes? You mean you have the guts to sit and watch over a dead man’s grave at such a young age?
2nd WOMAN - God forbid that I lose my husband at such a tender age (She snaps sharply).But in case it happens, I will never abandon my husband’s house at the mercy of the village opportunists. I will sit and raise my children in their father’s house and watch over my husband’s grave.
1st WOMAN - So you are also the type? Just because of two kids, you will stay like a slave in a dead man's house? Is it not better for you to take the kids to your father’s house, raise them there and possibly get a man that will be warming you at night and helping you on the farm pending when the kids will grow up and thereafter, you send them to their father’s house?
2nd WOMAN - My friend, why are you talking like a woman that did not suck her mother’s breast? Let me educate you a little about the pride of motherhood. Don’t you know that it is always the joy of any sensible woman to raise her children in her husband’s house? And I think my joy will know no bounds, if I’m also one of those women that could not trade the joy of their children for anything. I’m very happy for my sister, Ikwubiela, and I also envy her guts.
1stWOMAN - Owoicho-omanchala! So you are also a supporter of this inhuman treatment melted out on womanhood?
2nd WOMAN – Hmmmm! (Shaking her head in disappointment) I pity your generation of womanhood, my friend. Let me ask you this question. What is your weakness as a woman?
1st WOMAN - My weakness as a woman? Hia. (Laughing hysterically) My weakness is when a man fondles with the nipples of my breast, of course.
2nd WOMAN-  Hahaha! It is you that I’m laughing at, Obiye. 
1st WOMAN - Why are you laughing at me?
2nd WOMAN - I’m not talking about your sexual weakness as a woman, I’m talking about that particular thing you cherish and you can make any sacrifice to protect. (They now realize that they were already in Ikwubiela’s house) ...ssss... we are already in Ikwubiela’s house, Obiye. (As they look up, they see Ikwubiela cracking melon under the mango tree and a little silence ensued between the two women, but the silence was very short as it was broken when Ikwubiela sighted them)
IKWUBIELA –Obiye onyaolohi and our little wife. (Referring to woman 1 and 2 respectively) you are highly welcome to my house. (Focusing more attention on Woman 2.)You keep looking dazzlingly beautiful each minute that passes. I lust for your beauty, though, I’m not a man.
2nd WOMAN - Oh!  I’m flattered, Ikwubiela.
IKWUBIELA – I’m not flattering you, dear. How I wish you are generous enough with your time, to take out just five minutes and sit in front of a mirror, and you will be grateful to God for taking extra time to create you. (Coming back to her senses) Oh, I did lose my manners. You should please, sit down. (Directing them to a log that is lying under the mango tree.)
2nd WOMAN - Thank you, my sister.
IKWUBIELA - You are both welcome once again.
1st WOMAN - Thank you. (Searching herself for something pleasing to say) We know that you must be swallowed up by loneliness owing to the demise of your husband. That’s why we are here to say hi.
2nd WOMAN - Exactly.
IKWUBIELA - You have done well. I’m very grateful for your kindness. You are warmly welcome once again.
2nd WOMAN – Come on, what is so special about our coming? We are only living to the dictates of good neighborliness. By the way, where are your children?
IKWUBIELA - Oh my two heroes? They must be somewhere close in the bush mounting traps.
1st WOMAN - As young as they are? (Exclaims Obiye.) How old is the first one anyway?
IKWUBIELA - My first hero is ten while the second one will be eight in a month’s time. Oh! I’m blessed, my sisters.
1st WOMAN - Are they not just too young for such a duty?
2nd WOMAN - No, not at all. The horns cannot be too heavy for the bull that must carry them. They have to start learning at this young age on how to devise ways to be helping out their poor young mother.
IKWUBIELA - You’re right, my sister. I was shocked this morning when I was playing with them. Do you know what Inalegwu promised to do for me when rain resumes? (They all answers “yes” in ignorance). He said that he will personally be the one to cultivate his late father’s land for me to plant.
1st WOMAN – That’s impressive. But Obiye are you not leaving?
IKWUBIELA - Leaving to where?
1st WOMAN - Leave for your father’s house of course. Obiye, my dear, there is no point mincing words. You are too young to live as a widow in a dead man’s house. You still have a long way to go, and how far you go, depends on tying yourself to another man as quickly as you can.
IKWUBIELA - You got it all wrong, my dear. If my life depends on any man, God would have allowed my husband to live. I don't have any plan for any man in my life, anymore. I'm going to remain here and nurture my children in their father's house.
2nd WOMAN - I love your guts, my sister. If all women were as sensible as you are, at least, it would have saved our children the trauma they go through in the hands of irresponsible step fathers.
1st WOMAN- I know your type. (Pointing accusing fingers at woman 2) It is because you still have your husband around that you are supporting such evil.
2nd WOMAN - There is nothing evil about the decision our sister has taken. That’s brave. 
1stWOMAN - My sister, it is high time we leave. We only stopped by to say hi. (Leaving in anger)
IKWUBIELA - Thank you very much for coming. My regards to your husbands.

		LIGHT OUT







				
DAY 2
This scene opens with the exit of Ojoje from Ikwubiela’s compound as Inalegwu, Ikwubiella's first son, enters.
IKWUBIELA – Welcome, my son. How was the trap inspection today?
INALEGWU- It was fine mama. (Dropping four rats on the ground.) This is the manifestation of this evening inspection, Mama.
IKWUBIELA - This is wonderful. Today’s inspection is indeed a blessed one. You had a bountiful inspection this morning and of course this evening. You are indeed the armor of my heart, the hero in my battle field. (She does a brief dance in appreciation of her son’s fortune) Please en, just go inside and fetch your meal in your usual plate and let me rush inside and roast the rats against tomorrow.
INALEGWU - (Notices the absence of his younger brother) Mama, where is Ekoche?
IKWUBIELA - Your Uncle asked him to run an errand for him.
INALEGWU - That reminds me. What was uncle Ojoje up to? I saw him going out of the compound as I was entering.
IKWUBIELA - He came in search of his wandering goat, but since it was not here, he asked your brother to help him do the search.
INALEGWU - What about his teenage sons? Are they not better qualified for such a task at this time of the day? What wickedness!
IKWUBIELA – That’s ok son. Your uncle might have sons, but you are also equally his sons. You don’t have to see it the other way round, else your uncle will start seeing you as a threat to him and I guess you know what that means.
INALEGWU- What does that mean? 
IKWUBIELA - Hatred of course
INALEGWU - Let him go ahead and hate me for all I care. Uncle Ojoje never loved us. Just imagine that little piece of meat he gave my younger brother and me the other day we were eating in his compound, compared to what he gave to his toddler that can barely chew.
IKWUBIELA - But at least, we have enough meat in this house to satisfy the three of us, haven’t we? Please my son, remove your eyes from other people's possession and try to be contented with the little we have.
INALEGWU - Mama! Did I hear you say “uncle Ojoje is also part of other people"? Was it not just now that you said we are equally his sons? 
IKWUBIELA - Enough of this, son. Just go inside and dish yourself enough meat as you can, and eat. Don’t you know that it is laughable for a canoe peddler to be complaining of heat? You are a trap setter yourself. You should be satisfied with what your traps can offer you. I must not hear all these irrelevant complaints about your uncle again. Did you.......(Interrupted by Ekoche's cry) What happened? Why are you crying?
EKOCHE- It was Uncle Ojoje that scolded me when I came telling him that I could not find his wandering goat.
INALEGWU - I said it. I said that that man never loved us.
IKWUBIELA - It's ok. Both of you should go inside and eat your food. Let us pretend this never happened and move on with our lives.
INALEGWU- No, Mama, we cannot fold our hands and watch someone treat us like slaves in our father's house. This is a man that has four sons. All of them, except the last, one are older than the two of us. Yet he could not send any of them at this time of the day in search of his wandering goat. It is my little brother that he could send and reward with lashes on account of his failure to bring back his wandering goat. That is wickedness mama. I must go and see him right away. (As he was turning to leave, Ojoje enters.)
OJOJE -There is no point coming to my house boy. I have come to you so that you will prove to me that man you are. I heard all you said. I have been listening to you behind that hut. I’m not surprised hearing you speak like that. This is how your father, my late brother started. In spite of all the warnings given to him, he could not heed. Where has such guts taken him to? Take your time boy! If you rise so early, the dew of life may soak you.
IKWUBIELA - It is okay, “Ada-lo”, he is just a boy. He does not know what he is saying. 
OJOJE - (Snaps in.) That’s what mother dog kept saying. He is just a kid, allow it eat shit, till today, dog is still eating shit. Warn him; don't say I did not warn you.
IKWUBIELA - I heard you “Ada-lo”, but what happened that Ekoche came home crying?
OJOJE- What did he tell you? Ask him, or has he lost his voice suddenly?
IKWUBIELA – “Ada-lo,” I disagree with you. Ekoche is equally your child. Therefore, there is no point being a judge over the two of you. I just wish to know what really happened. (Pleadingly)
OJOJE- I sent your son to go in search of my wandering goat. Instead of going for the goat, he abandoned the cause he was sent for and went playing cashew nuts game in Ocheibi's house with his children.
IKWUBIELA – Ekoche, is that so? (Ekoche was astounded by his uncle's lies.) Come here. Don’t ever abandon an errand you are sent on for your own revels no matter what. Did you hear me?
EKOCHE – Yes, Mama
IKWUBIELA - “Oya”. Both of you go inside for your dinner. (The children rush inside grudgingly while Ikwubiela is left with Ojoje) Please, Ada-lo, we are sorry. These children are equally yours. I don't think there is any point saying it. Please, forgive us.
OJOJE - But you must caution those children before they get out of hand o. By the way, you have to leave your door open because I will be coming back late in the night.
IKWUBIELA- Coming back late in the night? How does that got to do with me? That should be your wife’s headache.
OJOJE - But I think we discussed this earlier today.
IKWUBIELA-  And what was my response?
OJOJE - Well, you said NO, but you also know too well that I don’t take NO for an answer.
IKWUBIELA -You have to take NO this time for an answer. Good night, Ada-lo.
OJOJE - Is that all you could say? Okay, sleep well. (Storms out angrily).
Light Fades
TWO HOURS LATER
Probably, the time is 10.00 pm. Ojoje is seen as he stealthily tip-toes towards Ikwubiela’s door and started knocking.
IKWUBIELA - Who is there? 
OJOJE - It is me, Ojoje.
IKWUBIELA – Ojoje!!! What in God’s name are you doing here at this time of the night?
OJOJE- I think I told you?
IKWUBIELA - I think I said NO.
OJOJE - But just open the door for me. There is something very important that I want to tell you.
IKWUBIELA – I’m sorry, I won’t open the door. Go home. Your family is waiting for you.
OJOJE - Ikwubiela, please, just open the door and hear what I want to tell you.
IKWUBIELA - (After thinking for a while, she opens the door and comes out.) What is it that can’t wait till day break?
OJOJE - Ikwubiela, see. I have been telling you this for some time now and I wouldn't like to repeat myself over it again. You just need to stop proving stubborn and come to terms with reality. Your husband, my brother, is dead and gone. Now, nothing will bring him back for you even if you choose to wait forever. (Searching for a nice thing to say) You know, you are still young and my brother's spirit will never forgive me if I abandon you like this.
IKWUBIELA–Ada-lo Ojoje, what are you saying? You want to be sleeping with me?
OJOJE - Yes, you get me correct.
IKWUBIELA - Never!  Not in this era of women liberation.
OJOJE - What liberation are you talking about?
IKWUBIELA - The era of women giving themselves foolishly to their late husband’s relations for the sake of peace, protection and tradition has gone. I will never do that and let me not see you in my house over this issue again. Please I need some rest.
OJOJE - Is that what you have to say?
IKWUBIELA - You heard me right. (She hisses and turns back to her room while Ojoje storms out in anger).








DAY 3
	Ojoje is seen pouring out his heart to his friend, Ododo.
ODODO - This ogogoro tastes different from the one we have been drinking all this while. In fact, this is just the best of in this millennium.
OJOJE - Yes, this one is from a different brewing company.
ODODO - (Sarcastically) Oh, does ogogoro now have special brewing companies?
OJOJE - You know the one we drank yesterday is the product of Madam Becky’s brewing company plc while this morning I decided to send my son to Madam Paty’s plc.
ODODO - (With laughter).Don’t kill me my friend. So we now have ogogoro processing factories in this village? (They all laugh) That’s by the way. You sent for me. What are we up to this time?OJOJE- Yes my friend, I have been having sleepless nights and headache of late.
ODODO - But you seem okay this morning.
OJOJE – Psychologically, my friend. I’m psychologically sick.
ODODO- Let me into your world of misery, my friend.
OJOJE - Ododo, you are my trusted friend and there is nothing I will hide from you. You know too well that you are not even ignorant of my best moments with my wife during bed time.
ODODO - Has time made my friend doubtful of me?
OJOJE - No, not at all, my friend.
ODODO - Let me into your world, then.
OJOJE - You know that I have been making passes at my late brother’s wife of late.
ODODO – When did you become a footballer?
OJOJE – Could you be serious for once? 
ODODO – Hahaha. Which of your late brothers?
OJOJE - My immediate younger brother, of course. How many brothers do I have?
ODODO - And what do sleepless nights got to do with making passes at a woman?
OJOJE - Her stiffness, she has been stiff and standoffish towards me.
ODODO - What is really your problem, my friend?  Could you come clearer please? I don’t really get your point.
OJOJE - I mean I want my brother’s wife in bed and she is not ready to cooperate
ODODO - Okay…. Now I understand you. So her stiffness is what is causing you this psychological trauma?
OJOJE - Yes! You got it right, my friend.
ODODO - You are a fool.
OJOJE - (Shocked.) What did you just say?
ODODO - I said you are a fool. Read my lips. How dare you do such a thing? Have you forgotten? 
OJOJE - How do you mean? Forgotten what?
ODODO - Have you forgotten that Ogbole is your younger brother and our culture frowns at such an act?
OJOJE - What are you talking about, my friend?
ODODO - What I’m saying in clear terms is number one, Ogbole is your younger brother. Having any sexual affair with his wife is not a good sign of a responsible young man.
OJOJE - Secondly?
ODODO-  In this era of women emancipation, women are thinking of playing better roles to ameliorate their status as mere sexual tools rather than subjecting themselves to  irresponsible men like you as an object of sexual  gratification.
OJOJE – Thirdly?
ODODO - Sex is no longer the weakness of any sensible woman that wants to do anything good with her life.
OJOJE- I’m still listening.
ODODO - It is barely a month ago since this woman lost her husband in a very sorrowful way, a tragedy that left its spots in the life of every member of this community and beyond. And you are here shamelessly inducing his poor widow sexually. Do you think of what people would say if she takes you in?
OJOJE - Continue.
ODODO - Leave that poor woman alone to mourn her husband.
OJOJE - Now, get out of my house. I thought you were a friend, I never knew you were a traitor. I called you here thinking you will have a better idea to sell to me, on how to trick her in my arms, but since you felt insult is the only thing, get out of my house.
ODODO - (Turning away) I’m going, but I must remind you as a good friend that your life is already bent, and I won’t be there for you, when you start receiving rewards of your stupidity. 
OJOJE - Oh, I see, it’s people like you that will poison my mind to stay away from her, and will sneak at my back and entice her. I know your type and I will never surrender for you. Now leave my house.
ODODO - I’m going, but don’t say I did not warn you. As for coming behind you to claim your supposed inheritance, let me educate you. I’m too civilized for that. My mates are in the cities thinking of what to do with their lives, not how to be preying on poor village widows. 
OJOJE - I said go away. (Ododo exit and Aladi, Ojoje’s wife rushes in and confronts him)
ALADI - What were you discussing with your friend?
OJOJE - Exactly what you heard
ALADI - Oh, that’s your plan? You this shameless man, you are thinking of marrying your late younger brother’s wife when you cannot even satisfy me in bed. Go ahead, I’m here for you.
OJOJE - I’m on top gear my friend.
ALADI - God will punish you for all these things you are doing. Leave that poor woman alone.
OJOJE- Did you say God will punish me? (He slaps her and the day came to an end as a fight ensues).
LAST DAY
(IKWUBIELA is helplessly lying on the floor, obviously in great pains)
IKWUBIELA - Never, never will I ever succumb to any form of threat. I will never give in. It’s better to die than to live with the psychological trauma of sharing a bed with my husband’s elder brother. And for my children, if anything happens to any of them…. Hmmm… let me reserve my comments for now.
INALEGWU - Mama, why are you talking like this? Nothing will happen to you. You will be fine.
IKWUBIELA - I know, I will be fine, my son. Where is your brother, Ekoche?
INALEGWU- He might be playing in the neighborhood with his friends.
IKWUBIELA - You must be strong my son. You must be brave like your late father. (She pauses to allow the message to sink) He was very resilient, hardworking and courageous. These qualities attracted the envy of the people around him, resulting to his untimely death.(She re-examines her sons face to decipher his level of concentration) you must count yourself lucky. At least, even if I’m gone today, you have a brother you can always fall back on.
INALEGWU – Mama, why are you talking like this? You will go nowhere. This is how Baba started speaking in tongues. We thought he was just over-weighed with the illness, only for him do sneak out of this planet, leaving a very big vacuum in our hearts, that is vacant till today.
IKWUBIELA - I am very sick my son. I have never been this sick in my entire life.  Since your uncle’s preying eye fell on me. I knew he was out for something. But how could I? How could I have said yes? Where would I hide the shame of sharing a bed with my brother in-law? I perceived this is a spiritual attack and I doubt if I can ever survive it. Your uncle is behind my ordeal. (She started sobbing again). Thank goodness that it is not any of you that have fallen prey to his unsatisfied sword. Go and call your brother for me. (Ikwubiela breathes her last the moment Inalegwu leaves to call his brother Ekoche).
	Light fades


EPILOGUE
OKPANI - (The OLD MAN is shown on stage with the children again, sitting comfortably on the ugada chair with his legs neatly crossed.) And that was the end of my first story (The children clapped with joy)
1st BOY - That was a beautiful story old one. But what happened to Inalegwu and his brother after the death of their mother? 
OKPANI - Shhh… Don’t ask too many questions until the rest of the stories are told
2nd BOY- But when would that be, old one?
OKPANI - That will be tomorrow, because the night is already far spent and you need to retire to your various beds.
The children left in different directions, groaning and murmuring.                              
THE END



Man Behind the Mask

CAST
Okpani
Widow………………..Alapa’s Mother
Police Man……………Inalegwu
Oloche
Echono
1st Woman
2nd Woman 
3rd Woman 
4th Woman 




Prologue
The children are still sitting the way they were found in the first story. The old soldier appears with a local smoking pipe in his mouth puffing out smoke. He surveyed the faces of his anxious listeners with pity and lowers himself in the ugada that is reserved by the children for their guest.
OKPANI - What time of the day is this?
1st BOY- The sun had sailed through the sky a long time ago.
OKPANI - Are we all here? 
3rd BOY- Yes, old one
OKPANI - Which of the stories are we going to tell tonight?
2nd BOY- You told us about Dilemma of a widow yesterday while Behind the masquerade and Fundamentals of Triumph are to take their turn today.
OKPANI - We will begin our discussion tonight on Man Behind the Mask. Here, my story goes…….
LAMENTATION
This movement opens with a widow crying over the arrest of her son and is being consoled by her co-wives.
WIDOW - How would I? (Sobbing) How would I stop crying when the fate of my only son is hanging in the air? God! God! Where are you? God of the widows and God of orphans! Your son is lying low in that rusty place, whose fate can only be determined by those hiding behind the mask (crying uncontrollably).
1st WOMAN - Please, Mama Alapa, stop crying. The Lord our God is not asleep. He will never forsake you. He …
WIDOW - (Cuts in.) Did I hear you say He will come to my rescue? Where was He when my husband was wrestled and defeated by death? A death occasioned by these very people, who in turn hold my son captive for a crime he was pushed into. Was God sleeping?
2nd WOMAN – Please, Mama Alapa, we here all understand your plight and we…
WIDOW – No (furiously interrupts).You talk as if you do not understand the direction I am heading towards. (Falling backward.) Though, I may not have anything to offer for the release of my son, I have tears, and I know very well that Omanchala the river of tears may not forsake me when I run short of tears.
2nd WOMAN - Mama Alapa, it is not wise to sit here crying whole day. You are rather endangering your life. You need to brace up and be courageous.
WIDOW- Courage? What courage are you talking about? (She pauses a while and examines the faces of her sympathizers.) You talk of courage as if you were born yesterday. It is only those who have spent days upon days lying flat on their bellies like lizards could tell the difference between a war song and a wedding hymn. My compatriots, there is a difference between a war song and a wedding hymn
3rd WOMAN - We do not understand.
WIDOW - The casualties are not only those consumed in the war front, fighting to restore the territorial integrity of their countries. It also implies to those who sit in the comfort of their rooms and do nothing.
4th WOMAN - Mama Alapa, your proverbs are not very easy for us to brake.
WIDOW - Riddles can be broken but the intending message remains untouched. If it were you, how will you feel, knowing very well that the life of your only son is hanging in the air?
ALL - We’re sorry (chorus).
WIDOW - No, No. Do not say sorry for me. Have I done anything to prove my innocence? My son is caught for a crime he is guilty of. But let me ask you this. If we do not brace up to face our pressing challenges, what becomes of the generation we are nurturing to leave behind us?
1st WOMAN – Please, forgive us.
WIDOW - (Angrily) Women without ears, how long will it take you to understand the rudiments of life and brace up to its ever demanding challenges? What crime have you committed against me that you all are asking for forgiveness? All of you should rather be asking your generation, and the generation yet unborn to forgive you for bringing them into this world to drink from this bitter cup my son is drinking from today. Oh women of little faith!
4TH WOMAN - What shall we do then?
WIDOW - That is the question I myself cannot proffer an answer to. Generations before us once asked that question but no one considered it. Our generation is asking it, yet in inappropriate quarters. Generations after us someday may ask the same question. My fellow women, if there was no answer, there won’t be any today and to some extent, there will be none tomorrow and the end result will be disastrous. 
2nd WOMAN - You ridiculed us with words, Mama Alapa.
WIDOW - We live in a ridiculous world (In a sober tone). My son, a final year law student, deceived to snatch a ballot box for them. Oh my God (staggers on her feet) on that fateful day, a gentleman of zeal, pride and ambition, sold all his conscience for a mere stipend, promised to be given to him after the job is delivered, but luck ran out of him. He was caught at the instance of this devilish act. Since then, since then, none of them could stick out their necks to claim responsibility for this devilish act, and none of them is ready to come out and say, “I sent him.” My son is lying in that rusty place with his eye-brows focused on the door, saying a million “Hail Marys” in ten minutes and a thousand “Our Fathers” in every single minute that passes for a miracle to happen. May be for some kind of help for his rescue or the earth to open and swallow him. (Two steps forward and demonstrate.) Now their children are gallivanting each street in Europe, enjoying the best of life technology and human experience can offer and receiving the best of education. Very soon, very soon they will all come back home with gargantuan certificates to start from where their fathers have stopped. (Reassuringly) Come, come all of you, my fellow women. For those of you whose children are not yet old enough to be used for thuggery and prostitution. Go and wait, for your time of wailing has not come yet. For those of you whose children are ripe enough and only waiting for recruitment, it is time for us to mourn for the present and the impending disaster that awaits us. Come, come, let’s go, for the time of doom has come. (She leads and they all follow)
5th WOMAN - (Confusingly) But where are we going?
WIDOW - We cannot continue sitting in one place and wishing the Lord sends the fish. But we humans must dig the bait. 
1st WOMAN - Which implies?
WIDOW - Working together is essential for success; even freckles will make a nice tan if they get together.
2nd WOMAN - But we are already together.
5th WOMAN - I think that is not the kind of togetherness Mama Alapa is talking about.
WIDOW - Thank goodness, at least, one of you here has the capacity to process and understand new ideas the way it should.
4th WOMAN – So, what shall we do now?
WIDOW - Just like a pregnant woman, patiently waiting with a child in her belly for nine months, hoping, wishing and celebrating, thinking of the fortune the child might bring to earth. The day she puts to bed, people from all walks of life will come, celebrating the birth of a new dawn in human existence. The parents heavily loaded with ambitions for the infant may start giving him names; Mr. President, my distinguished Senator at infancy. But what follows if in some rare cases, the stealthy element of this world sneaks in and steals the child away from the parents, leaving them with shattered dreams. (She pauses to survey their inquisitive faces) Come, come all of you. Let us do a dance.
1st WOMAN - A dance? A dance for who? For what?
WIDOW- A dance in commemoration of our falling heroes; those who have been slain by the sword in the battlefield, those slain by the sword of injustice, those by the sword of deteriorated educational system, those by the inconsistent economic policies, those by the unsharpened blade of hunger and of course for the generation yet unborn.
5th WOMAN - This is serious
WIDOW - Finally, a mockery dance for those of greed that have milked this country dry, and has taken the happiness and peace that once governed this nation. For those that have betrayed the confidence this nation has in them, and of course a dance in anticipation for a new dawn. (They all took a cyclic position) Omoteyi, lead us in a song 
3rd WOMAN –She raised her voice chanting a song. (They all chorused the song and dance themselves out)
WIDOW - Such is life, my fellow women. The day is already far spent. Go back to your homes. Breastfeed your children and feed your husbands, but don’t forget to remind them to stand up and brace up to the prevailing challenges because the worst is still to come.
		Light fades
		





THE PRISON 
There is a bucket at the right corner. It is the only object inside this cell. Seated on the floor is Alapa. As the light comes up, he is seen dozing, mumbling something to himself. He is in the usual prison uniform; green top and white shorts. Gradually, he stands, holding onto the prison rods, his eyes sunken, and his head shaven and shining
ALAPA- No, I cannot continue sitting, still wishing. God! How did I get into this place? (Perplexingly searching himself) Thank goodness I was not killed by those wicked boys. (He sighs) Hmm…. See what poverty has caused. See what poverty has done to me. Look at me, just look at where I am now. Who knows, this might be my home for eternity. (Moving to the left corner of the cell) No, No. Chief can’t allow me to be here forever. He was the one that sent me to snatch ballot boxes for him. But contrary to what the police man did tell me, I have been here for a week now. So, how come Chief hasn’t shown up? Maybe he is not aware. (Giving it a second thought). Maybe he is aware but busy with political meetings, or he has possibly travelled abroad to allow the political tension to calm down. No, Nooooo, perhaps he has abandoned me here. Is this how he would have abandoned me if I had successfully sneaked away with the ballot boxes for him? Has he never thought of my university education? (Pacing up and down). Chief also has children. How would he feel if his child is not in school just for a day? (Living within the confines of this stinking place, staring straight in an empty space as if in a quest of an answer to his God-knows-how-many-questions). These people could be dangerous. Maybe I should engage myself in something more meaningful rather than building plans in the air. (Confusingly) But something like what? What can I do within the confines of these four walls where my life is not different from a fish in the well? (Excitedly) yes! There is something to do, let me sing a song to console myself from the present predicament. No, I don’t think singing will bring any remedy to my present predicament. My education is lying low over there while I am here singing a song of lamentation. (Furiously) No, that is not possible. (Thinking again). But is singing not better than doing nothing at all? 
POLICEMAN - Yes, it’s far better. (Interrupts a policeman who has been eavesdropping)
ALAPA -Who are you?
POLICEMAN - I am your secret admirer.
ALAPA- Secret admirer?
POLICEMAN - Yes, I have been long standing by this wall listening to you. (Waited a while). I think I like your style. I am beginning to summon my affection for you.
ALAPA - Don’t you think it is very unreasonable of you to summon your affection for someone you know nothing about?
POLICEMAN - Don’t you also think that it is also very unreasonable of you to object to the affection of a man you know nothing about?
ALAPA - I know you; I know everything about you. You’re a policeman, a bribe collector, a tool in the hands of the oppressor and a dragger of the innocent souls for condemnation. I know you very well. You were the one who dragged me here for persecution. (Drawing closer to the rod that serves as the only difference between a man in the prison cell and a free-man). Tell me if you are not any of these
POLICEMAN - All you have said about me is just the truth. I am all you have mentioned because I am a policeman. But I may be a policeman with a difference; I think you can confide in me.
ALAPA - How on earth would I confide in a betrayer of confidence at any slightest opportunity?
POLICEMAN - Gentleman, I like your courage, but let me tell you; I am tolerating this from you because I know you are just a victim of circumstances. But even at that, you need to be careful with the way you throw words at me because no other of my colleagues can take that from you.
ALAPA- By the way, why didn’t you send bullets in my system like you did to the other of my comrades?
POLICEMAN - Hold on, I will be back in a moment to answer your question. (He dashes out in a minute or two and comes back with a bunch of keys, unlocking the padlock, He beckons on Alapa to follow him.)
ALAPA - Do you want to kill me the way you did to the other of my comrades?
POLICEMAN - No, I won’t kill you. I would have done that if I had wanted to. That would have been done the very moment your comrades were killed. For now, I want to have some few words with you. (Looking for a suitable way to start the discussion) With other inmates, I spend my day, but with you, I know very well that it is going to be an investment. (The Policeman takes him to a table that is few steps away from the cell) Please, sit down.
ALAPA - Thank you.
POLICEMAN - I have been in this profession as long as tapes cannot measure. I have never for once summoned my affection for any of my inmates, but I have taken fancy of you. Please my son, I called you my son because I am old enough to be your father. It beats my imaginations why day in, day out our youths are being pushed into the cell for one reason or the other, but it has never occurred to me to find out from them what might really be the cause of their misfortune until the day you were brought to this place half dead by two of my colleagues, only in the name of ballot box snatching. (Pauses for a while and resumes) my son, I am asking you this as a father. What really pushed you into this suicide mission?
ALAPA - Why do you take fancy of me in spite of the retinues of the criminal cases brought before you on daily basis? 
POLICEMAN - My son, I do not really understand, but my conscience is always pricked, whenever I see the blood of our youth in most cases, spilled out because of the crimes I think they are into as a result of the bad society we live in.
ALAPA - Why do you conclude, how do you know we are innocent of the crimes?
POLICEMAN - I know you are just a victim of circumstances and I think it is high time one knew the reason behind all these. What pushed you out that day to go and snatch ballot boxes? (Alapa lowers his head and starts crying) Please my son, hold back your tears and lead me into your world of misery.
ALAPA- You will not understand.
POLICEMAN-That is why I asked. Make me understand.
ALAPA - This is my story…
Light fades 
		
REMEMBRANCE
This scene opens with Alapa pacing around in anticipation of the return of her mother. Behold his mother enters.
ALAPA– Welcome, mama. 
WIDOW - Ehen, how are you my son.
ALAPA- I am fine, Mama (Anxiously). How did it go, Mama? I hope it went well Mama.
WIDOW - My son, this world is a wicked one. 
ALAPA – How, Mama? What do you mean by that?
WIDOW - After narrating the whole ordeal of what we are passing through and why your father’s friend must come in to help us secure your father’s entitlements, guess what his response was?
ALAPA - He promised to help us get my late father’s entitlements.
WIDOW - Far from it, son
ALAPA- Then, I am not a wizard, Mama. I can’t think of any contrary opinion besides my first guess.
WIDOW - My son let us leave it in this circle, because the words might not be pleasing to your ears.
ALAPA - Mama (impatiently), you better say it oo. You are keeping me in suspense, and I don’t think I can stomach it because I have already packed my bags waiting for you to come back so that I will leave for school.
WIDOW - Unpack it
ALAPA - What did you say, Mama? (Thinking it is a huge joke) Mama, you said I should unpack my bag?
WIDOW - You heard me right, but if you are not satisfied with my response, you can go and meet him. After all, you are a man like him and I am just a woman. Both of you may sort out things on manly grounds. As for me, I am just a woman, and he insisted that I am not qualified to demand for his help until I have my legs spread in front of him.
ALAPA - Spread your legs in front of him? What do you mean, Mama? You mean you cannot knee down to beg Chief for help? Mama, that is just a little thing to do for Chief to help us now.
WIDOW - You don’t understand, son.
ALAPA - Make me understand, Mama, because I am burning inside of me. I believe there is nothing too much for you to do as far as my education is concerned.
WIDOW - So you mean I should go to bed with your late father’s friend to win his favour?
ALAPA- What do you mean, mama? Go to bed with him? That is not possible. Chief Joshua that I know is my late father’s best friend; he won’t say such a thing. Mama, I must go and see him right away.
WIDOW - Better for you…..
Light comes back on Alapa and the Policeman sitting in the same position.
ALAPA - That is part one of my story. I went to see the chief since I could not believe what my mother told me because of his good relationship with my late father. But I was rather stunned at what the man that was meant to be my father’s best of friends said to me.
POLICEMAN - And what did he say to you?
ALAPA - This is how my meeting with Chief went…
CHIEF ODEH, a man in his early fifties is comfortably sitting in his spacious parlour with a forty one inches television hung on the wall, and imported chairs that depicts the status of a satisfied citizen. On his right hand, held a newspaper with picture of two dead bodies on the front page with a caption; “42 killed by a suicide bomber in WAZOBIA” Boldly written in red ink. A knock is heard on the door and he authorized whoever was behind the door to come in.  Enters ALAPA
ALAPA - Good day, sir.
CHIEF - Good day, ALAPA. How are you doing?
ALAPA - I am fine, sir. Thank you.
CHIEF - Please, do sit down
ALAPA - Thank you, sir.
CHIEF - Your mother just left here barely two hours ago.
ALAPA - OK, I am aware sir (smiling mildly). It is on that account that I have come (Searching for the right words). Sir, I have got admission to study Law in the University and my late father’s entitlements are not forthcoming.
CHIEF - Your mother told me that.
ALAPA - And I ought to be in school as soon as I can in order to avoid late registration.
CHIEF - But I am not the registration officer. So, where do I come in?
ALAPA - I know that very well, sir. But like I earlier said, my father’s entitlements are still hanging. So, I have come here hoping that you will lend us some money with hope that, as soon as my father’s entitlements are released, we will pay you back.
CHIEF - My son, your mother told me everything. Don’t worry yourself. I will take care of that, but on the account that you must remain a good boy.
ALAPA - Is that all I have to do?
CHIEF - You will also have to be spending your holidays here with me especially now that I am so busy with political engagements. You will be running around for me since I may not be at all places at the same time.
ALAPA - That’s no big deal, sir. Is that all I have to do for this unmerited favour, sir?
CHIEF - That’s all for now.
	Alapa is seen again with the policeman
POLICEMAN - What happened thereafter?
ALAPA - He gave me the money as I demanded. From that moment onward, I started paying my allegiance to him till the very moment I was caught trying to snatch ballot boxes.
POLICEMAN - What kind of allegiance have you been paying to him?
ALAPA – Please sir, you are asking too many questions.
POLICEMAN – Because I want to know.
ALAPA – Well sir, to be frank with you, sir. I have done so many things for money that I’m not proud of. We live in the world where only the fiercest survives, and to survive, you must feed on your neighbor (He leans on the chair as if in search of relief). I used to run errands for him; assassinating political rivals, snatching ballot boxes in the previous elections, arranging campus girls for him and his associates, an act that so much endeared me to him and to some extent has boosted me with the financial leverage I have been enjoying  in school all this while.
POLICEMAN - Your story is pathetic indeed (Something registers in his memory). What about your mother? What becomes of her? Where has she been all this while? Is she aware of your present predicament?
ALAPA - Since I wanted the education so much that I can do anything for it. I abandoned my mother when I perceived she was becoming a clog in my wheel of progress. I stopped visiting her when she cursed me that my father’s spirit will drive me in the street with rags in my hands if I could not stop doing the kind of business I was doing for my late father’s friend.
POLICEMAN - You are indeed a determined gentleman. For you to have abandoned your mother since you perceived her as an impediment to your way to success is a great show of zeal and bravery, courage and determination. But my young man, you wouldn’t have abandoned your mother for whatsoever reason, especially, for a man that only wanted to perch on you like flies to cows and suck you dry. You betrayed your mother, and to a larger extent, your entire generation and the orphanage to be specific. You have no reason whatsoever for trying to do things on your own since your late father’s friend could not do anything to help you. Let me introduce myself to you; my name is Inalegwu, also an orphan and of lowly background. I lost my parents at a very tender age; an untimely passage orchestrated by my uncle who felt threatened by my parents’ commitment to progress. But my good young man, I never gave up. I never allowed the state of orphanage to weigh me down. I was resilient and zealous to my pursuit. Now listen to my story….
Inalegwu is seen as a little boy negotiating an argument with his uncle, Ojoje, under a round hut in the middle of Ojoje’s compound, popularly known as “Atakpa”.
OJOJE - Let me not see that portion of land untilled by the time I return from my age group meeting in the evening, then you will know if I am truly the son of Odaudu or not.
INALEGWU - Please uncle, I wish you allow me to go to school tomorrow morning and I will have the land tilled by evening after coming back from school.
OJOJE- Let me not hear that thing coming from your mouth again. Your parents are late and I will never be responsible for your education. Let me educate you a bit. Education is not for your kind but my son’s.  And from now onward, the responsibility of running the chores in this house has fallen on you to enable my children concentrate on their studies. Now, leave my presence and I will not want to discuss this topic with you again.  (Inalegwu leaves crying).
The policeman is seen with Alapa again in the same sitting arrangement.
POLICEMAN - That was my first challenge. My education that would have been my obstacle, but I was able to surmount it by dent of hard work and dedication. I resorted to all manner of menial jobs within my reach to aid my high school education and to God be the glory, I completed my high school in flying colours. But after my secondary school education, another very big challenge set sail on my sea shore again. My search for a job is an experience I will never forget in a hurry. A friend told me about the Nigeria Police Force enlistment and I also sent in my application. After the application, certain signatories were required on the forms for reference purposes, and this was how it went, my friend….
Adam-Echono of Amoka clan is comfortably sitting in his palace located in the centre of his compound. Inalegwu walks in.
INALEGWU–Adam..“Nma-eno Adam”
ADAM-ECHONO - Enheen.. Who are you and what can I do for you. 
INALEGWU - My name is Inalegwu Odaudu. I am from the family of Odaudu Adeyi, I am of this clan. I applied for the Police Force enlistment and a provision is made on the form for you to append your signature. It is in that regard that I have come.
ADAM-ECHONO - You mean you are the son of late Odaudu Adeyi?
INALEGWU - Yes, Adam
ADAM-ECHONO- (Mockingly) Who will be looking after your late father’s farm?
INALEGWU - My late father’s younger brother, Ojoje has grabbed everything from me. There is nothing left to look after, my king.
ADAM-ECHONO - Are you by anyway implying that your uncle whose goodwill is preached beyond the shores of this village has now become a land grabber? This boy you have no respect for the old ones. How does it feel in your mouth to be uttering such nonsense against someone that has been treating you like his son since your father’s demise?  Who knows, maybe your aim of becoming a policeman is to victimize your uncle for all the good things he has been doing for you and by extension, this entire community. Now, leave my house and let me not see you in my house again, Stupid Boy. ***************************************
ALAPA - Then how did you manage to get here since the king of your community could not assent to the document?
POLICEMAN – God’s ways are not ways of men. I went to the Divisional Police Officer in my community to also append his signature; the man was very friendly to me. He asked me why I did not see the Clan Head before coming to him. After narrating my encounter with the Clan Head to him, he was moved with pity and he offered to help me. He went back with me to the Clan Head and pleaded with the man to sign for me. That was how the Divisional Police Officer (DPO) took it upon himself to make sure I land the job. That is how I am here today.
ALAPA- That’s impressive. The man is really a good man. (Pauses and heaves a deep breath) with the evil in this world, sometimes one wonders if good men still exist.
POLICEMAN- Good men still exist if you trade the right path with zeal, commitment and dedication. The God of orphans never forsakes his children that constantly fall back on him. But in your case, you traded the wrong path. That is why you met the wrong and dishonest people, people that give with the right hand and demand back with the left hand. You also failed your poor mother and the punishment for that is what you are facing today (Becoming more furious).Because you disappointed your mother, I am also going to disappoint you. You are a disgrace to orphan-hood. (Alapa is now becoming shaky and jittery as the words hit him) You have no point or excuse surrendering to fate and resorting to crime to earn a living just because you are an orphan. Let me ask you this question; what do children with parents have that you don’t have? (Alapa shakes his head) Then why didn’t you toe the right path for survival? In that case, I am going to punish you according to the laws of the land so that, it will serve as a deterrent to other orphans that feel victory cannot be achieved when parents are lost.  Good bye.
Alapa falls on his knees crying  
LIGHT FADES


		



EPILOGUE
The light shines on Okpani, sitting comfortably in his “ugada” chair with the children screaming with excitement.
OKPANI - That is the end of my story.
4th BOY - The story is quite a sad one, old man. I feel for Alapa, but what happened to him thereafter?
OKPANI - That I don’t know. But what I know is that most times, as children growing up, or even as youth, we feel the world has come to an end when we lose our parents. We lose focus; we resort to all manners of ill practices for survival. You fail to understand that life must go on. Now look at what has happened to Alapa. He failed to engage in a decent plan for his education and see how disastrous his end has been. Remember, no one is willing to help these days; all our politicians do these days is accumulation of “only God knows how much wealth” even for their unborn generation not minding if the children of the poor have any source of livelihood. Now, how many of you would want to end up like Alapa?
3rd GIRL - Never, not me.
OKPANI - And how many of you would want to be like Inalegwu who loses his parents at a very tender age, but with resilience and hard work, became a Police Officer? 
ALL CHILDREN - Me! Its, me Old Man (with fingers raised)
OKPANI - Then, you must be ready to toe the path of hard work, never to give up just like Inalegwu did. (Standing from his seat) The night is already far spent. I think it is high time we retire to bed.
1st BOY- But what about the remaining story, old one.
OKPANI - Which one is that one?
1st GIRL - Fundamentals of Success
OKPANI - Fundamentals of triumph sums it up. You must learn to work together for any meaningful development to be achieved. If Inalegwu had not come to work together with his mother and younger brother, he wouldn’t have been where he is today. That is one of the fundamentals of success. Please, excuse me, I am exhausted. 
Okpani exits, with the children screaming behind him calling him back for more stories.
The End