The Script: Chapter Two

Yetunde had been the typical damsel in distress on that eventful Tuesday afternoon. She was very much unaware of what fate had in stock for her; she had gone to get some utilities from the market. The shopping was as stressful as it could be for an average Nigerian student in an economic situation that was as bad as it could be. She boarded a taxi after alighting from the bus without checking for her purse which she left on the bus. On reaching the school, she realized that her purse was not in her bag and she had no other money on her.

The Script: Chapter one

“Ladies and Gentlemen, David Igwe” said the MC leaving the podium.
David is standing before a mammoth audience, much larger than the one he addressed barely eighteen months ago as he received the award for the best soap of the year for the second time in a row. His wife of five years is in the crowd but he easily spots her, she always stands out in any crowd. She’s an artwork. His eyes dart off to Jude, his friend and producer of his two award winning soaps, the script and class; seated among the big bulls in the industry where he belongs. He had never seen Jude this quiet; he's usually vocal, always very cheerfully taking people through the terrains of intellectual mysteries and ideologies. He has the amazing ability to hold any audience spell-bound with his many unorthodox philosophies. Yet today he is wearing a long face and saying nothing.