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    Shunnymarx
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    This is my first time of writing a story here, so your comments will surely appreciated so as to motivate and inspired me to do more . it is in peoples nature to make mistake so if I make any mistake please don’t hesitate to point out my errors.

    All rights reserved. No part of this may be produced ( to cut the story short ) without the prior permission of the copyright owner. originally written by Stella Oyedepo.

    This is dedicated to all womanhood.

    <b> PRELUDE </b>

    BRAIN HAS NO GENDER Celebrates the triumph of womanhood. Amidst the odds of traditional values, beliefs and negative prejudices against the feminine gender, Osomo vindicates her gender when she emerges a symbol of intellectual excellence. The play is inspiring with with a plot that is simple but overpowering.

    Chapter ONE………

    (Ifalami is seated on a tattered mat garbed in loin cloth and lavishly strewn with the marks of Ifa priesthood – spooky and awesome totems, masks, mascots, etc. made from strange shells, objects, etc. He poised for an oracular consultation, wearing eerie looks. From the background, a gong is sounding intermittently. Shortly, Alani in his forties, enters carrying a hen and some tubers of yam. The two exchange traditional greetings and Alani soon settles on a low traditional stool).

    Alani: Baba, everything is ready. (pointing to the yam and the hen) I have brought these as you have instructed.
    Ifalami: That is good.
    Alani: (Prostrating) Baba Ifalami, I have put everything in your hands o. I have put everything in your hands.
    Ifalami: Get up Alani, get up! You put everything in the hands of Orunmila (one of the prominent Yoruba gods). put everything in the hands of the gods.
    Alani: (goes back to sit down) Thank you, baba.
    Ifalami: now that you have offered all the sacrifices, the only thing left to be done is for you to dance round the town.
    Alani: (excitedly) Dance round the town? That’s a simple matter.
    Ifalami: Yes, dance round the town in your best garment and Orunmila will clear your way foe a male child to bbe born.
    Alani: baba Ifalami, I say that is a simple thing. what have I not done to shake off this curse? what have I not done?
    Ifalami: Huh… Huh…
    Alani: (with a lot of emphasis) baba Ifalami, in my desperate bid to have a male child my eyes have seen ‘shege (unspeakable things). i’ve seen hell.
    Ifalami: Huh… Well… our elders say that what the eyes of the dead see in the grave has been caused by the factor of death.
    Alani: that is true. I tell you baba, mine has been an unusual ill-luck. it isn’t that I am impotent. if I had been paralyzed between the thighs, it would have been a different matter. Ah… ah…. woman acknowledge mu masculine power. Baba, is it not a bitter irony that I, the same one whose masculine power is stronger than that of a horse, should father sixteen female children with no male child. no single male child, not even a premature one as evidence of my potency?
    Ifalami: it is bad, it is the handiwork of witches and wizards….. it is their handiwork.
    Alani: I have been told that by several juju priests, and what have I not done to remove this curse? I Alani. I have done un-imaginable things. There was a time I have to feast on faeces of a pig for seven days. can you imagine that! At another time, I had to endure the creepy sensation of a toad in my pants, for three days. A ‘babalawo(priest)’ made a medicine for me. it involved keeping a toad in my pants, so that my sperm might change into male forming ones. Nothing came out of this gruesome experience. In spite of all my efforts, my seven wives keep delivering female children. To be continue…………

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    invincible
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    Amazing! Ride on with this play

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    Emmazzy
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    9ce start,bring it on

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    'MINOZ' LMH
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    Sound interesting

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    charliebryn
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    Ok..I still dey

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    Harmeenart
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    nice start

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    Harmeenart
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    u gat my bak in dis

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    continuation…………
    Ifalami: (shakes head in sympathy) Huh… Alani, the gods will answer your prayer… the gods will answer your prayer, one day.
    Alani: (supplicant) Ase… ase… (amen)
    Ifalami: so… go now and do as I have instructed.
    Alani: ‘To o (ok)’ if I ever have a male child, I will show my gratitude to you Baba Ifalami. I can give you half of my farm… I can.
    Ifalami: Go now. I know how worrisome your problem is. Who does not know the importance of male children? Your story is sad, but have the confidence that all will be well.
    Alani: (rising up) Thank you… baba… You are my last hope. People have talked much about you. Do your best for me o.
    Ifalami: (Ni agbara awon iya mi osoronga ) by the powers of my weird mothers, all will be well. Go and dance round the town with your friends and relatives.
    Alani: I will do that. Thank you. (Alani exist after exchanging traditional greetings with Ifalami)
    Ifalami: (in a bellow) kekere! kekere awo! (kekere, a shortish devotee/aide of the Ifa priest comes in hurriedly)
    Kekere: Baba!
    Ifalami: kekere, take away the hen and the yam. kill the hen and with it make me good soup with plenty of pepper. and prepare hot and very fine pounded yam that will fill my stomach fully. Hurry! I am starving.
    Kekere: (stooping to carry the items away)….. Baba, my mouth too is already watering.
    ………….. ( FADE OUT )…………………

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