What do you mean “How is my father?” Obierika ?! If I am here, (motion to your “friends” around you) among the wonderful Christian missionaries, how would I know, or why would I care to know? Such a man cannot be my father! You saw the way he treated me; beating me at every possibility, so disappointed with having such an “effeminate” son such as myself. It was so clear that I wasn’t like the rest of the boys in my village, and I thought you of all people would understand! You weren’t with Okonkwo when they went off to kill Ikemefuna, the closest person that I had to real father! He supported me, motivated me, he made me feel appreciated; the complete opposite of my “father”. (CALM DOWN) I still remember the folk tales that he shared with me. Oh, how I wish that I could go to the land where the ant lived, where the sands danced forever (DO NOT DO A DANCE HERE). But enough of those tragic times in my life. (SOUND DESPERATE HERE) Oh, Obierika, I tried hard to make Okonkwo proud, but the endless nagging! Why must our culture support such activities? Why do our fathers have to be so harsh? And I know that you question our culture and traditions too; you didn’t know why Ikemefuna was forced to be killed, or why twins are killed too! Oh my, and seeing my sister, Ezinma, cry as Agbala’s priestess took her away to the caves. Why do we have to act this way, and support such horrors? We wonder about the same issues! Just thinking about it leaves you emotionless, chilled (SHIVER), wondering if it’s all worth it. But I ... I am the different one. I chose to make a change for the better; I chose to follow what I believe in! I knew that my father could not be trusted after he killed my brother ... his own son! When the “white men” had visited our village, I was intrigued! No longer would I have to work for the rest of my life on a yam farm. No longer would I have to be what my father expects of me. By just being a Christian, I can live a happy life, and even a happy afterlife! I paced in front of the new church, hesitating if it was the right choice to enter, but when I did, oh how much better I felt! The poetry and songs, they answered all the questions I’ve been pondering for so long. Our culture is wrong! God is the answer! So I told the inspiring Mr. Kiaga about my dream to attend the school in Umuofia. How overjoyed I was at the opportunities that lay ahead of me. My troubles would be over forever. No Okonkwo, no stupid traditions, no expectations stopping me from being who I really am! I am now free.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH, THE PICTURE.
ReplyDeleteHey Angela,
ReplyDeleteI love how you have action/emotion cues all over your script. It is really how smart of you to do that because most of the time when we were up there presenting, we were probably all really nervous. Having cues must have taken lots of pressure off knowing you had to remember less. Good job :D
Hey Angela,
ReplyDeleteI think you showed Nwoye's exasperation with his father really well. I think I would feel the exact same way if my father felt that I did not live up to his standards, and you also clearly portrayed many reasons why other Igbo people converted to Christianity. Anyway, as far as putting yourself in Nwoye's shoes, you did a great job. :)