Bcause I am A Poet
SCENE TWO [rage of
misinformation]
Kayode. Evening sire. I uh em
er..
Mr Dele. How are you kayode? Why
are you running as though you are chasing a rabbit with the hope that its hole
is not close? How is your mighty father? Did he send you to me? [moulding
pounds of amala] please join me lets feast and bring down this mountain that
separates us both.
Kayode. It is the urgency of
the message that chases me sire. Though it must
reach your ear gently as the
wind but with haste.
Mr Dele. Little man do not
speak in the tongue of the gossipers in the market place come out from haggling
of words so I could swallow each morsel with ease. I should know not to blame
you the son of a mighty merchant the language of business is in your blood.
Kayode. Sire. Mr Olowo, your
blood brother said that you should meet him at the king’s palace at once.
Mr dele. The king’s palace
can wait, but the steam from this food cannot wait to join the clouds.
Kayode. Sire it is about your
daughter Shade.
Mr dele. What! What are
saying ni? Shade ke. What about her? Tell me before I exhaust the steam I have
consumed from this food on your head.
Kayode. That was all he told
me sire, that you should meet him at the palace at once.
Mr dele. Come here my friend
[knocks and flogs kayode] next time you’ll be clever to choose not to deliver
an incomplete message or ask of the whole details. Run home, your father will
be glad to hear I disciplined you.
Kayode. Ah ah ah ah [crying
and running] mr dele!
Mr dele. Mama shade! Where
did this woman go? [Pushes his dinner underneath the bed and wore his attire]
EXIT KAYODE AND ENTERS THE
TOWN CRIER
Town Crier. The elders are
summoning all the king’s council to meet at the king’s palace!!!!!!
Mr dele. [Overhears the town
crier looked through his window and called] Mommoh, come here who ordered this
announcement?
Town Crier. Good afternoon
sorry even [was interrupted by mr dele]
Mr Dele. Keep your morals my
friend and answer my question. Who ordered this announcement? The last time an
impromptu cry was sounded and heard from your gong was when chaos of war rose
in the square and when a girl is impregnated by a stranger, which is it?
Town Crier. I don’t know sire
all I know is that the message came from Samson the wise.
Mr Dele. What is wrong with
everybody today. Mommoh you of all people, misinformed? [speaking to himself]
but no one is running helter nor skelter. This does not resemble the scattering
of ant on the anthill when rain comes so it is not war. Mommoh, come close let
me tell you something [wearing a red eye]
Town Crier. Ah the last time
you said that I ended with a black eye [ran off]
Mr dele. Mommoh come here.
Fool! I must go to the king’s palace then if I want to know the root of this
weed to this farm of confusion.
SCENE THREE [THE KING’S PALACE]
Olowo. My king who is always
taller, when on the throne and on our mortal ground. The iroko tree is an exaggeration when your height is
to be praised, I raise you to the sky my king.
King abayemi. Olowo, your
tongue is the bee comb that gathers sweetness of stings. Let me die by your
tongue great farmer, good man. What brings you to my palace with, the visitor
and the daughter of that lion Dele? I know why but I must ask and follow the
tradition of ignorance.
Olowo. My king I am waiting
for my older brother to get here, i know now why you asked a question you
already know the answer to. It will benefit the hearing of my older brother
Dele. Your wisdom has born another fruit my wise king.
To be continued….
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