FROM DR OSONWA IKECHUKWU, THE AUTHOR OF “THE HOUSEMAN” COMES ANOTHER BLOCK BUSTER
TITLE : THE SPOILERS WITHIN
EXTERIOR – Mr CORNELIUS’S RESIDENCE — EVENING
Up in the sky birds just flocked passed and gradually fades….then a low tune sound like that of an old presbytery filters the air.
Mr Cornelius a 52 year old man who has just returned to his village from the city after haven been sacked from his job due to a business deal that went wrong. He had to sell off his properties which included houses and cars to offset the ensuing debt the company place on him. The only thing he could hold on to now is his ever loving family and his house in the village which he built years back.
He sits stride the wooden pole set hanging between two log under the tree in front of his house wondering and thinking out loud on how horribly his world has come crashing.
Unmoved by the roaring thunder and wind that seem to be ushering in heavy rain, retrospectively he strolled into the events of the preceding months.
How blindly he had ignored advise and plea from friends and family to thread carefully about his exaggerated enthusiasm on his work. Rapt in bewilderment that has befallen him, tears like drizzling rain began to trickle down his cheek. He could replay the scene in his mind, how he blindly fell for those fraudsters.
What happened to the promise he made to his children towards their education and better living, to his wife to always provide for her…to himself on being a responsible Father. How can he manage to keep his amiable family together now that he has lost his means of livelihood(his job) and they are now back to village…. He exclaimed, “Ah this is not the life I promised my family”, he sobs
Mrs Ugonma Cornelius, 46 year old wife of Mr Cornelius. Ever dutiful. From inside the kitchen she calls out her daughter a 21yr old who took after her mom in beauty. Ijeoma, Ijeoma…
Ijeoma ..Yes mommy
Mrs Cornelius — go and tell your Dad that food is ready.
Ijeoma— OK mommy. She walks out knowing her Dad was sitting outside.
As Ijeaoma approach her father, he quickly wiped the tears off his cheek
Ijeoma now resting on her Dad’s shoulder, whispered to him…let’s go and eat, food is set.
Mr Cornelius — I will join you shortly. But Ijeoma wouldn’t take that. She insisted he followed her and Mr Cornelius knowing his daughter won’t leave without him had no choice than to follow her.
Right in the dinning, Mrs Cornelius and Uzordinma(24year) the son, was already seated and before them on the table is a well arranged pottage yam so enticing and appealing both in scent/aroma and appearance.
Wao..this is good Mr Cornelius exclaimed as he takes his seat beside his wife while Ijeoma sat next to him.
Mr Cornelius — Ijeoma pray for the food. I know your brother Uzor wants to pounce on the food at once.
Uzordinma smiled…wondering how his Father could easily read his mind most times. Ijeoma prayed and they ate happily but not without Mr Cornelius praising his wife’s for the tasty meal.
A panoramic view of a bush path, near a river bank, aesthetic vegetation with predominantly green colouration from fresh leaves.
Mazi Okafor a well built man in his late 50s, well known in Umuoma village for his out-spoken nature. He is a great farmer with bountiful harvest every season, his yam ban is so big that his folks envy him.
He was returning from farm one evening, carrying 3 tubers of yam tied together and on reaching Iyi Ogwe (Ogwe River), he decided to drink water haven finished the one he took to farm long before noon.
He dropped the yam by the river side, then move closer and using the keg with him, he fetch water and guzzle it like he never tasted any since morning…he was very thirsty.
As he was drinking, a strange hand was seen adding one more yam to the 3 he kept beside the river unknown to him.
After drinking to satisfaction, he washed his face, felt refreshed and then headed back to carry his yam and go home. But alas, something is wrong he said to himself… Was it not 3 yam I carried ?
How come a fourth one?
As Mazi Okafor was wondering how his 3 tubers of yam became 4, he could feel goose pimples over his body but he is not going to be cajoled by anybody. He bent down, untie the yam and picked out the odd one and carried the other 3 he felt are his.
About that same time, an awkward laughter was heard in the surrounding bush.
In other to ward of the fear that wants to grip him, he shouted out loud “onwe onye m ji nke ya” and again “onwe onye m na echere ihe ojor” (Is there any body I’m holding his own? Is there anyone I’m thinking bad of?)
Mbanu…Aka m di ocha (No…my hands are clean)
Nna Umeh a 62 year old retired headmaster who owns the only better shop at Umuoma village (though there are other petty traders) is seen in front of his shop chasing a boy playing around his old Volkswagen.
The events of the past (tragic loss of his wife and disappearance of his son) has tilted him into psychiatric disorder with consequent delusion of grandeur.
Nna Umeh: Common get out of here this boy…you want to spoil what your father can’t afford even with his entire life savings…
Nna Umeh: Do you know this car was the only model made when I bought it ? Even the governor couldn’t afford it as at then….
Get out of here before I lay my hands on you…Ewu(goat)
Just then, Mazi Ochemba, one of the members of the elders in council in Umuoma came to buy something…
Mazi Ochemba: Ahh ! Nna Umeh what is it this morning, take it easy before you injure yourself pursing this children…Umuaka nti ike (stubborn children)
Nna Umeh: My friend Ochemba, I won’t fall so don’t border yourself about me.
Nna Umeh: I am Dike, the powerful. Have you forgotten ? How as a young WWF wrestler I defeated many…only that I didn’t want to win belts..
Mazi Ochemba wondering how this man has gradually started talking garbage in recent times decided to ward it off…
Mazi Ochemba: ehhh Nna Umeh let’s forget that…I’m just here to buy few things… Fades out
Mazi Ochemba after buying from Nna Umeh on his way back met Mazi Okafor who then narrated his yesterday’s experience to him.
Mazi Ochemba: Okafor Onye Ike (Okafor the powerful)… Greetings my brother
Mazi Okafor: Greetings Onye Nkem(greetings my person)….my brother something happened yesterday on my way back from the farm…(he narrated his story as explained on scene 2)
Mazi Ochemba: My dear…nothing will happen to you…are you owing anyone or did you quarrel or fought anyone?
Mazi Okafor: Mbanu anam ese okwu(No na…do I go making trouble?)
Mazi Ochemba: then you have no cause to worry…I know you well my brother… Go about your work…onweghi ihe n’eme (nothing is happening).
As they made to part ways, a very big bird flew passed them but they were too unconcerned to look. Just few meters away from them the bird perch and transformed into a pretty girl soon after landing
…TO BE CONTINUED