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The Gods are not to Blame...: The Gods are not to Blame
Ola Rotimi
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My Best Nigerian book is Ola Rotimi's The Gods are not to Blame . It's a classic that most literature student can not escape. The play strongly drives African belief in destiny an...1 view(s)
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A kid's prayer: As i face another day,
Watch over me Lord when i play,
Help me not to cry when i fall.
Instill in me your sweetest love.
Fill my heart with your truth.
As i'll soon ...145 comment(s)
OH! PASTOR: ... Oh! Pastor ... REPENT!!! before its too late!
This poetry shows the deteriorating state of our religious leaders ... so help us GOD!...102 comment(s)
FIRST KISS: THE LOOK
The first time he kissed her it was from across the office.
She rubbed her engagement ring hard and was rewarded with a sparkle. Looking at it intensely she t...88 comment(s)
Love, in a mortar...: I don’t believe in marriage. Not really. I like my space, so having one special person for the rest of my life is scary and too close for comfort.
My sister, Hadiza, got marri...81 comment(s)
Captain von 'Clap' Trapp: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of some ages, good day.
My name is… well you can call me Narrator. And I love my role. I am omnipresent. I see it all. I hear it a...78 comment(s)
(MARCUS’ home, a brick house. There is a sharp contrast between the previous setting and this one. The sitting room of this house has a wooden settee with table, and a mat spread on the floor near the settee which [...]
(In a parlour of high class and taste. Four men dressed in black suits and dark glasses are seen standing like statues by the doorway leading to the inner room, one of them holding a cellular phone. There comes an [...]
DRAMATIS PERSONAE:- Marcus Judith Vanessa MAMA Marcus 4 men in black suits attending to Vanessa ACT I (In an office. A man dressed in a grey suit, brown tie and a polished pair of brown leather shoes is seen behind his desk, looking through some paper documents. He is in his late twenties. A lady is seen standing beside him, dressed in a pink skirt suit. [...]
[The stage is now cleared. There is nothing on stage except a bench, and three women sitting on it dressed in black sackcloth, clutching their bellies, JOY, OLEH and MEG.]
[In the prison of ashes. A portion of the stage is coated with grinded charcoal to signify ashes. The two SERVANTS enter with HEELAS. His shirt is removed. Already, his white pair of shorts is badly stained. He is covered [...]
[At an open space. TURAH trudges into the stage, wailing.]
TURAH Sorrow on Ujah, o!! The unthinkable has happened! I cry out to the village: sorrow on Ujah, o!!! The unthinkable has happened! Oh Uplords, forgive us! Take this [...]
[Back at the king’s palace. It is obvious that the atmosphere is tense. The setting is still the same as before. AMAN, MEBI and ZUKU with their SERVANTS are seen on stage, all dressed in black sackcloth tied to their [...]
Scene four [Same place. A lady, NKEH, runs into the stage frantically with HEELAS closely after her. She is dressed in the same fashion as the rest of the women, except that there is a red rope tied round her waist. He stops [...]
Scene three [At the same place. NARRATOR comes out with the stage manager.]
STAGE MANAGER Just imagine! You saw a man who was answering the call of nature, and you went closer to find out what he was actually doing. Go back [...]
Scene one [On a wide field. The stage is now covered with long, large banana leaves. There is some commotion off stage and NARRATOR appears. Immediately afterwards, the stage manager comes and drags NARRATOR away, making a [...]
[NOTE FROM THE PLAYWRIGHT: Please keep in mind that this large play of mine, the largest so far, is cut into ten 'sweet' bits, the taste depending on how you 'eat' them. This is the very first time I'm exposing this, gals and guys. [...]
