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    Generation Ripples: A Play
    Generation Ripples: A Play
    Generation Ripples: A Play
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    Generation Ripples: A Play

    By Olu Agbolade David

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    It is a very descriptive play set in the USA which dramatizes the ills in the modern society, especially in high places. The world of drugs, politics and love... 


    It has a sequel title Peripatetic Connection.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPublishdrive
    Release dateOct 29, 2018
    ISBN9781782226222
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      Book preview

      Generation Ripples - Olu Agbolade David

      Descendant.

      CHARACTERS

      Gongo: A city banker and shrewd money lender

      Raheem: A popular salesman and fine family man

      Sesere: A smuggler and niece to Skilly

      Comrade Abel Delles: A politician

      Skilly: A notorious playboy and street criminal

      Nugam: A corrupt police chief Kiwie: A disabled daughter of Gongo

      Yobi & Muri: Drug peddlers, brothers

      Dada: The genius son of Meme

      Meme: A sex hawker and drunk

      Paul: A hustler

      Chief Kowe: An influential bizman

      Rebecca: Skilly’s girlfriend and mole of Nugam

      Q: An Assassin

      Bruno: Sesere trusted ally

      Others:

      Receptionist, Market Women, Mad Man, Bus Driver,

      Commuters, House Maids, Protesters

      Genesis 6: 5-6

      And Jehovah saw that the wickedness of man was great on the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was evil continually. And it repented Jehovah that he had made man on the earth, and it grieves him in his heart

      ACT ONE

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      8      Geneartion Ripples

      ACT ONE

      Scene 1:

      A decent bedroom; Skilly was coming out of the en suite washroom, a flimsy white towel round his waistline as his well chiseled brawny chest glitter in the fluorescent lightings in the room which was just half-lit, as the darkness of the early evening on the glass windows cause a temporal translucency; making the lovely young lady in flowery dress in the eight o’clock news reflect on the windows.

      A woman in her early forty who has been sleeping carelessly on the huge bed at corner of the room stretched and yawned lazily, she changed her lying position revealing well formed pair of breasts, Skilly sits on the bed and begins to stroke one of the nipples like someone under hypnosis, some ecstasy moaning escapes from the woman; a fairly large painting of Mona Lisa hanging above the oak bedrest seems to be enjoying the romantic spectacle, as the couple throw the light duvet above their heads, an empathic knock came from the door. Skilly cursed under his breath, cursed loudly again as he dragged himself up, glanced briefly at the Mona Lisa who shudder at a sudden thunder clap outside or has he imagined it, though not an original but still a brilliant imitation of Leonardo Da Vinci popular and priceless work.

      Skilly: [anger still in his voice] Who is there, who?

      Yobi: Yobi, guy the key you gave us did not open the door.

      Skilly: OK, OK, just shut up. [he steps into the corridor and practically dragged Yobi to a secluded spot outside the six-room bungalow, the rain is still pouring.] Sorry my guy. I have got a guest inside. What are you saying, where is Muri? Talk to me.

      Yobi: Muri is in deep trouble, the blue boys got him.

      Skilly: [looking very apprehensive] Police! How come? How manage?!

      Who calls them? This is bad, bad luck; I want to know who fucts us up.

      Who?

      Yobi: [cowering, then shiver slightly from the rainy cold] Calm down big man, calm down and lets think. How do you get Muri out?

      Skilly: [pulling his goatee beard repeatedly; it’s what Skilly does anytime he is very nervous] Muri is not the most important problem right now, it’s knowing if there is a mole in the set up and who are they.

      Yobi: [shaking his head vigorously in disbelief and disagreement] Muri is brother and you can’t possibly thinking of abandoning him with the blue boys. You just need to do something urgently to get him out of that place before they torture him to death. Me and my brother have served you well, please Skilly, please—

      Skilly: [very irritated] just shut up boy, shut the fuct up. I will make some of my contact to reach him before it’s too late, I would try and sort it out. But you are sure Muri will not snitch out on the organization.

      Yobi: Muri is a big boy in this business, he is my elder brother and he brought me into this set up, Muri has worked for you many years before I joined this set up. [He was suddenly quiet as he remembers quite vividly what happened to Ky and Moo two years ago when the blue boys nabbed them and they babbles; a flashback: two bloodied and battered grown men were seen tied to a tree upside down and just in their pants. They were monitored by four hefty men who were well armed and fierce looking. Suddenly, one of the boys retreated but sooner returned with a small pouch which he flung at the bound captives, it landed just a handstretch from their bloodied heads, four matured black scorpions, looking very menacingly crawl out and like in a queue crawl over the bodies of the semi-conscious men, and for about ten minutes that seemed like ten days, the scorpions would sting and intermittent scream which will echo through the jungle, then stifling silence while the men fainted, then regained consciousness briefly, then they fainted again until the lethal poisoning of the deadly stings get to their hearts and they moved from unconsciousness to death. Their bodies are now butchered and fed to specially trained killer Alsatian

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