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REVENGE


    A play
 wake- keeping grounds.
     Sober mood, with people crying quietly
   
 Maame Kyerewaa bursts in, waving a white handkerchief, singing loudly 'So so wonders Jesus dey do'

Papa Kyei's head suddenly shoots up, wondering if someone had entered his compound mistakenly

'Hai, has she gone mad'?, Some women whisper among themselves .Sarfoaa,whose son has been laid in state cries even louder and her sisters try to calm her .

Maame Kyerewaa is approached by the Abusuapanyin(family head); Maame, gyai(stop), your rival has lost her child.
 “Oh really? You are really sure I'm not aware?” She asks and raises another song 'He has done for me, what my father could not do'.
“Ei Maame, are you going mad?”  someone asks incredulously, “Leave her, she is a witch!” another boldly shouts. 
Maame stops, looks at the person, smiles and starts dancing afresh, ‘God of Miracles’
Sarfoaa springs out of her chair and before anyone is able to stop her reaches Maame Kyerewaa and holds her. 
'Madam, aden?(why),Even if he's not your child, are you not human. Are you not a woman? Don't you have compassion?”

 Kyerewaa stops, kneels, raises her hands to heaven, “Ah,Onyame,medaase”

Sarfoaa ,tears streaming down her face yells, "God will punish you, evil woman!"

 Kyerewaa raises herself up, 'Hahaha, but why?”

“Why?” Papa Kyei approaches, his hands stretched as if ready to slap her, ‘My son, is dead and you are here dancing and you ask why?”

'Oh but is it strange for someone’s son to die?’ she asks, feigning shock. 

At this point people start picking stones, ready for someone to start so they can all continue,

 Even if you are happy about my son's death, your husbands son, do you have to show it?”

“ Oh I shouldn't show my happiness eh,mmm, I didn't know”.
“ You are a very evil woman, you probably have a hand in my son's death”,Sarfoaa yells.

Laughs even louder 'fantastic, I have been waiting for you to say this, finally. If I have a hand in your sons death so?”
   Papa Kyei holds her kaba,
Oh man, leave me, where was your strength when this witch you married after me came to our home and killed my three year old daughter?”

‘ Huh’! He yells, leaving her abruptly.

‘ Phew!, Ask her, at that time you weren't so bothered because she told u she was pregnant!’

Papa Kyei stops and stares at Kyerewaa,who continues calmly “ I say ask her ooo ask her”,she turns to Sarfoaa

 “Madam God will punish me do you remember? This woman stole my husband, married him, and killed my daughter on top. I said nothing but waited patiently when the fetish priest told me, after consulting him. I asked him to avenge me one day, but I had him wait, for 23years until her son graduated from the university' 
‘Eiiii’, the people gathered scream in disbelief and turn to Sarfoaa who is suddenly remembering this.

Papa Kyei stands quietly, tears on his face. 'You waited till on his graduation night to pay her back?” 'Sharp!”,Kyerewaa smiles again.

He turns and walks into his room ,locking the door behind him.

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