Mobile Phones and Moral Fibre

Mobile Phones and Moral Fibre

It is early evening at Pangolo Junction, a run-down bar in a less-than-affluent part of an unnamed town, and three men are sitting round a table. Two of them are nursing their glasses of kunu and watching with vary degrees of impatience as the third – good looking and fashionably dressed – bellows into his … Continue reading Mobile Phones and Moral Fibre

EPISODE 5 – THE VICE OF TEENAGE PROMISCUITY pt. 2

EPISODE 5 – THE VICE OF TEENAGE PROMISCUITY pt. 2

A most interesting phenomenon that seems to be quite common with being caught in the very act of wrongdoing is the instant shock that accompanies the realization, usually on the part of the culprit. Sometimes, the shock is not that of the culprit alone. The look of surprise on the face of the one who … Continue reading EPISODE 5 – THE VICE OF TEENAGE PROMISCUITY pt. 2

Speak Idle

Speak Idle

[A real refuse dump is set on stage. A man bedecked in filthy rags is found sleeping on top of this refuse dump. After a while, a well-dressed, well-kempt man enters the stage, smoking profusely. The mode and code of his dressing should be determined either by the Thespian involved or the costume manager. This well-dressed man talks throughout this short play until he leaves the stage.]

2ND MAN: [relishes in his smoking as he saunters in] Oh yes! I have only an hour or so to myself before I head back to my office. I have given my secretary fifteen minutes break. It is good to be your own boss, with people working under you.

The Novel 2

The Novel 2

INT. BEN’S SITTING ROOM – DAY

Ada and Helen are sitting down silently. Ada keeps looking at Helen, not sure of what to say. After a while, BEN enters. Ben is in his almost fifty. Ben goes and seats beside Ada. All three keep quiet for a while. Ben wants to say something but doesn’t know what. The mood is really tensed.

ADA

(trying to ease the tension a little)

So Ben, how was work today?

BEN

(to Helen)

Do you feel you need to see anybody?

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