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    College Girl
    College Girl
    College Girl
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    College Girl

    By Mokete Albert Mote-Ndasah

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    Mariah, a teenage student about to take the certificate exams is trapped between her social desires and studies. Attracted to fame and materialism, she falls into the wrong company. The repacautions are drastic both to her relationships and studies. Abandoned to herself, all gleamer of hope dissappears yet there is  a way out. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPublishDrive Mokete Albert Mote- Ndasah
    Release dateOct 16, 2018
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      College Girl - Mokete Albert Mote-Ndasah

      MOKETE ALBERT MOTE-NDASAH

      COLLEGE GIRL

      ACT ONE

      SCENE ONE

      Hill Side College, Friday afternoon. Classes have ended and a host of girls are in dispersed ranks around the dormitory arguing seriously. Some are busy tidying their dresses while some are lying carelessly in their beds after lunch. At the far left end of the corner of the dormitory, towards the East wing of the school, Mariah, Namondo and a host of other girls are in their respective private chores.

      Mariah: (In solitary conversation as usual) My palm has been itching throughout this morning. Someone is to give me money. Who can this be? It will be coming just at the right time. Why can it not be today? Who should this be and how do I get it? Oh God help me. Please God, answer this only prayer of mine. I need this money more than a baby needs milk. If I don’t get it, I will die. I must have this money. I cannot afford to go there this weekend like this.

      (Namondo has been observing Mariah talk to herself and decides this time to interrupt).

      Namondo: Why are you talking to yourself? What is it again this time that you are talking alone to yourself like a mad woman? Can’t you share it with me? Am I not your sister?

      Mariah: Mind your business. I have always told you to min your business. How does my talking alone concern you? Did our parents send us to this school together? My parents would have told me I have another sister I had not met. Maybe I need to ask them again. I beg put me for free, you hear? Radio without battery. What is the relationship between a bicycle and a petrol station? (She takes a thorough look at herself and makes a complete rotation of 360 degrees while she measures a short gown pinned between her chest and her chin).

      Namondo: Sorry oh miss. I beg I am sorry mother hen. But I didn’t see the chicks you are protecting here, Miss Universe. I was only….

      Mariah: (Interrupts abruptly) Only what? Eh, Only what? You have always only and your only has always had a lot.

      Namondo: I beg chose me oh! It was my tongue. Forgive my tongue, I beg you.

      Mariah: If you do not have any use for that your tongue then I advise you to cut it off. That your tongue is looking for people’s problems and know that I am ready to give it to you. I am warning you because next time, it won’t be like this. Our bodies will caress this dust. I am sure you have the muscles for that. I have taken enough of this your…(she mumbles a few words unheard by Namondo as she angrily winds out of the dormitory. There is a violent collision with another dormitory mate at the entrance into the dormitory engendering another violent exchange).

      Agatha: (Violently drops the pail of steeped underwears and the soapy water spills on their legs and on the floor). Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see where you are going? Have you gone mad again? Will one drink water around this place again?

      Mariah: (sighs heavily) The same kind of people. Why am I meeting with the same kind of people today? Is this not a sign of illuck? Luck wants to smile my way and illuck will not give my luck chance? Which one will I chose now? I beg Papa God, do not give them the chance to spoil this day for me. It has started well and I hope that is how it will be. (She sings while she leaves the scene and Agatha stirs at her fixedly). Jalousie yeh, yeh yeh, tang tang tang tang.

      Namondo approaches from the other end of the dormitory to meet Agatha. Both clap hands as Mariah disappears out of the dormitory.

      Namondo: Chi-Chi (as she fondly refers to Agatha) What is it this time around?

      Agatha: Mama, leave am so oh! If we survive this one this time, then…

      Namondo: Then what? What cinema has been going on here? I saw the confrontation from the distance. What was it all about?

      Agatha: Dear I can’t tell whether she was meditating at the top of her voice when coming out and she claims not to have noticed me. She was shouting money, shoes, clothes, I will die. She just bumped into me and when I wanted to talk, she rained insults on me. I could not also leave it. Her own is too much in this dormitory. If she thinks the school can contain her, this dormitory won’t contain the two of us. I will make her know that this space is too small for the two of us. I will teach her a lesson.

      Namondo: You too. Can you tell a madwoman not to eat from a rubbish bin? You will only run into trouble if you think you want to make this girl see

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