MEN OF WORDS (A Short Absurdist Play) (In an empty compound a group of young men are gathered under an old mango tree. The loudness of their conversation echoes in the empty space. Just the gate creaks open. A tall dark-skinned lady strides past them. They begin to make catcalls, she ignores their advances. Suddenly she stops abruptly, turns around and smiles, walking towards them) EDWINA: Did someone say something? ALL: (smiling sheepishly) Yes! EDWIN: I remember you! Are you not Neofloetry the poetess? EDWINA: (Rolling eyes) Yes I am and you are... EDWIN: My name is E-Edwin. (He introduces the rest of his friends) EDWINA: Oh wow! My namesake. Nice to meet you all. I often see you all gathered under this old tree. What brings you together? (They mumble excitedly among themselves) ALL: Poetry!!! EDWINA: Oh! Exciting. I love hanging out with people of like minds. GRACIANO: We all can SEE that... (Looks at Godson) GODSON: Shut up Grass! EDWINA: Can I sit with you for a while? I dont have any serious thing to do for now. GRACIANO: (Whispers to Godson) See this babe o! She no dey fear us o! GODSON: Shut up Grass! (She excitedly sits with them on the bench. Edwin willingly gives up his position) EDWINA: (Excitedly rummages through the contents in her purse. She pulls out a piece of paper) Can I read something I just wrote today? EDWIN: Sure! Im sure wed love to hear it! Right? (Silence) EDWINA: (Reading)I see trophies in between your thighs No, I cant help but crave them in my bench thoughts Your poise is a voice singing riches with no coins And the traveler is home no more a wanderer eating stones Itll be real, everlasting bond The moment I want to break with you So dont fret, i am no flirt I dont deal in lies and dirt Its not bad crave, but a trophy in between your thighs Youll be forever on my mind Forever All I hear from you dear Seems everlasting and clear I see you see trophies in between Africa and Jamaica But my tentacles embrace signals from afar I wont fret cos I know you want to commune With this sweet wine taste on the tip of your tongue I know you want to cross my twin hills with your fingers as feet I know Ill be in your contact lense a perfect fit But just let my exhales and inhales mark time With yours and mine Hoping that all will be fine Cos this time, my smiles wont take strolls down no aisle And may that one sweet day change no clime They become uneasy. All smiling. EDWIN: (Loud applause. Stands) Yours and mine, were you talking to me? I want to be that person... and may that one sweet day change no clime GODSON: Edwin! Shut up! EDWINA: (Surprised) Hian! What did i do? EDWIN: Oh no! You didnt do anything! Lets continue... (Smiles) Jamaica and Africa i want, so dont fret, i am not a flirt... GRACIANO: (Calmly) Neo in fact Im trekking with you to your house now. (Stands up with legs akimbo, hands on waist. With a smug look. Edwina laughs hysterically) I am serious! EDWIN: Please sir, let me go first, with due respect sir. GRACIANO: Okay, Neo... choose ye this day bla bla bla... (Cuts pose) EDWIN: Neo, you know a twin is more bloody than an afro (Points to Gracianos afro). Neo, two men are sighting your sea come and take one home. EDWINA: (Ranting in metaphors) Two boats rowing towards an entrance. Unfruitfulness lurks beneath the sea. GODSON: Beneath that thought, are sacks full of uncertainties... Both Godson and Edwinas eye lock for a few seconds. She looks away sharply. GODSON: (Continues) Uncertainties the attainment of vain hopes, like talking into the ocean. GRACIANO: (Uneasy) Pick your choose please, my feet weaks, my abracadabra can rue the rancor and succor the painful manicure of her bashful libidinous krorkror (Scratches head. Dances a few steps away from the tree. Returns) GODSON: ...Then pricosine is needed to heal d libidinous krorkror GRACIANO: A doctor you are though self acclaimed. Didnt they tell you twas after me Pricosine was named? GODSON: Then chukudi is your new name and not the grass men smoke to get high! EDWINA: (Laughs hysterically) Highness is on rampage because you all are high on words. Your Royal Highnesses EDWIN: My lady, you are what i am here for not a fight on words and nomenclature. GODSON: Unlike d winner of war of words, so many whores want to word up. EDWIN: (Inches closer to Edwina) You said, I want my trophy! I want to celebrate with that sweet wine taste on the tip of your tongue Graciano frowns. He kicks around an empty Eva water bottle. EDWIN: Neo, my apologies please... GODSON: (Stands up) Hmmm... Uglyyy! Grass, It is too earlyyy... too earlyyy to frown. GRACIANO: Remember you are our clown, that was before you went down town... GODSON: (Smirks lips. Lick them and inches towards Graciano) Look! I roll with up town girls not cave rats or church rats. EDWIN: Neo please save us! GRACIANO: Oh, Ive heard that before from below my carpet... GODSON: Its your time Carpet master, 2015, cross carpeting, changing them like tampons! Vowing to tar our roads only with political lips of deceit EDWIN: Neo, please save us!! GODSON: Thumb printing impunity and impunity to 20billion nonsense EDWIN: Neo, please save us!!! GODSON: Political menstruation, no tampons, EDWIN: (Beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He wipes it off with a face towel) ...Oh, dear Neo, save us... (Gasping for air) Edwina watches on with surprise. GODSON: The last time in Abuja, they gathered friends and called it conference of 12million nonsense, Grass caught them in his poem and gave them a naked shame, the Shepopotamus, a mere domestic furniture want Rivers to wink in wike! Chai! EDWINA: Wow! What a handful you guys are... EDWIN: We are used to this rants by these two... Poly-ticks! What a shame... GODSON: (Ignores Graciano. Walks back to sit) How grammar ruins beautiful speeches! I am no saint but a scent of a fresh air and not breathe of hot air! GRACIANO: (Yells out loud) GODSIN, POETIC OKPORLOCIOUS AGBEROCIOUS WHORE (Applauds. Gives him a thumbs up) EDWINA: Racketeering, but I love when my boys fight with words, slinging them across the blue sky of this wonderful shed filled with poetic bubble heads. GRACIANO: (Angrily) Boys? I no follow. Im a MAAAAAAN! (Clenches teeth. Strokes his scanty goatee) EDWIN: (Bursts into laughter) Maaaaaan o! GRACIANO: Add WAR EDWINA: (Smug face) Shut up! I am your Mummy from now on, so I have the RIGHT to call you boys! If you no gree, take the LEFT door. War Man, War men! GRACIANO: (Grumbles) If na so e be, then I will go left. (He scurries off) EDWINA: I think I have to go now... EDWIN: No! Please stay... GODSON: (Angrily) Edwin, Shut up! EDWIN: I will not! Edwina gets up and leaves. They do not notice this. EDWIN: (Realizing Edwina is out of sight) You see what you and that afro man caused? I didnt even enjoy the ladys presence. GODSON: Edwin... (Scratches head) Shut up! I say... EDWIN: (Upset) Ok. This is it for me... (Carries his writing pad from off the ground) Remain here with your okpolorscious philosophy. (Leaves) GODSON: (Breathes in deeply and exhales) Oh! What a relief! Pulls out a bottle of wine from his small duffel bag; pops it open and sips from it. He brings out his phone and plays Peter Toshs song. Relaxes his back on the tree. (Whispers) Good riddance to all these poetic whores... THE END!
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 19:17:24 +0000
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