"THE FLICK"

Mr victor's  office.

Mr olabode: (Holds a letter )sir,I have worked diligently in this company for seven years.Why should I be treated in such way?
Mr victor:mr olabode,I am sorry ,the decision has been made.Being sacked from work is not the end of the world .There are so many jobs out there.Go look for one.Please ,I am done talking to you.Leave my office.
Mr olabode:Please mr victor,I have a wife and five children,how do I continue to provide their needs without this job? This job is my life.
Mr victor: Mr olabode,In your hand is your sack letter,it means there is nothing I can do about it.No going back.Please leave my office or do I have to call the security to fling you out? (Grabs the telecom)
Mr olabode: I will leave.But remember that life is like a tennis game,the ball is served back to you.
Mr victor:Get out! Don't forget to drop the key to official car with the Secretary.
Mr olabode:(Exits)
Mr victor: After all you have overstayed in this company nah.

(Susan enters the office)

Susan: (Excited )sweetheart ,how did it go?
Victor: Susan,you saw the look on his face.That was the look of a man who was sacked from work.
Susan & mr victor :(laughs)
Susan:Thanks my love.
Mr victor:I love you.
Susun:what about your wife?
Mr victor: I loved her.
Susan & mr victor:(Laughs)
Susan :So when do I vacate the office of the secretary and resume work as his replacement?
Mr victor: you can start now by giving me your pot of soup.I am hungry.
Susan:You just can not have enough of my pot of soup.
Mr victor:How can I ? When your soup is too hot and sweet.
Susan:Then lets get started.

(Mr victors quickly carries her in his arms ,lies her flat on his desk,pulls off her pant and begins to pull off his trousers,revealing his boxer)

Susan: sweetie be fast.You do not want my soup to get soured.Do you?
Mr victor: God forbid.God won't allow that happen.

(Mr victor climbs the desk,positions himself between her widely opened legs and begins to unbutton her shirt as they kiss each other.Suddenly they hear a flicking sound.They quickly turn to the direction where the sound had come from.It was mr Olabode who had just taken a picture of them with his phone).

Mr olabode: Sorry for interrupting.sacretary wasn't on seat so I decided to come drop the key here.Mr victor,I wonder what your wife will say when she sees this picture on my phone.I mean this pornography starring Her husband and his Secretary.(laughs) Anyway,you guys can continue the party.Have fun.I am gone.(Exits)

Mr Olabode: Ah! I am finished.

By P'che obasi.

You can send your stories to thepcheobasi@gmail.com

PERFECT MAN ,PERFECT CHRISTMAS.

     PERFECT MAN ,PERFECT CHRISTMAS.
(A story of love and Relationship)


Present time.
The bar
7:30pm



Daniel: If you keep giving me that awkward look,I will be forced to pour my drink on that shit you call face.

Peter: (laughs) Daniel,I am still wondering why you didnt show up at the club last night.Everyone knows you to be the lord of the clubs.Oh I see! You were digging another lady ,right?You are the womanizer of the highest order.Just this christmas season I am very sure you have gotten an uncountable ladies off their pants.We are close friends,so I know you well man.



                                                      

The bankable students entrepreneurs

Students music marathon

Drama: THE THING IN OUR HEARTS (Kissers monologue)

Monic: From the story of Romeo and Juliet to the  story of Jack and Rose in Titanic,man is yet to understand the anatomy of love.one question that baffles man is "how do we go for love when  it when it hooks us in the hearts?".but you see,some times we mistake lust for love.well,lust is a story for another day.lets talk about true love.my grand mother would define true love as  a feeling beyond what is done on bed.One annoying thing about love is that some of us do not know how to express ourselves  when we are in love.Some people say they are shy and others would say they feel intimidated. my Nicholas and I were in this category of people living with this cancer in the heart.Nick and i were in the same secondary school and in the same class,but we do not talk to each other except when we are having one of our fights.I Like him and wanted him to be my boyfriend but i had this thought that it would only be in a fairy tale because it seemed he did not feel the same way and only cared about the attention he gets from every body especially the girls in school because he was very intelligent and had a sense of humour.I always  like the wideness of his nose holes and his hairy eye brows.i was jealous because the girls were always around my  Nick whenever they had the opportunity. This made me wish i could swallow myself up. Because i was angry he never gave me any attention i would pick up fights with him at everything and every opportunity. Nick and i were called mr and mrs smite because of our regular fights. I could not tell my friends about how i felt about  Nick because they were part of the girls that flocked around him.

Nicholas : Monica had no clue what i felt for her. I could not approach her to express my feelings to her because i thought i was not her type..i mean she was the student in the school from the richest parents. I felt intimidated by her status. So i pretended to tough.

Monica:  I  pretended to be tough too.  I acted like his existence did not matter to me  and he could go to hell for all i care.

Nicholas : I always like her dimples whenever she smile and her voice like that of birdsong. We lived with this cancer in our hearts until our graduation day. I was happy i was leaving school and sad i would not see my monica again. I knew i had to do something fast. I had to summon courage. After the valedictory service,i came out of the auditorium searching for  monica. I saw my monica in her graduation gown taking pictures with her friends and family.  i had an intense desperation because of the situation. I hid behind a tree and wrote  monica a love letter. I sent the letter to her through a junior female student and watched her approached monica and gave her the letter.Then tension gripped me as i started to think about what she would do after reading the letter. I prepared myself in case of any  embarrasment coming my way. As i watched monica read the letter,someone touched me from behind. I turned to see who it was and discovered it was another junior female student wearing a big see through eye glasses. She was holding a folded paper. She said,"senior Nicholas,i have been searching for you around the school. Thank the lord i have found you. Senior monic sent me to give you this letter". Quickly i  collected the letter from her,unfolded it and chased her away when i noticed she was trying to peep into the letter. The words in the letter were : Nicholas,i have never liked you since the first day i set my eyes on you....". I could not continue reading the letter because i was already disappointed and angry. I began to regret ever writing to her. I felt i was a fool. I threw the paper away after i had squeezed it. I was about walking away when monica appeared in front of me with a smile. So i said to her," you can mock me for all i care.

Monica : i frowned and asked him if he read the letter  and he said he did and he thanked me for never liking him since the first day i  set my eyes on him. i laughed and said he did not read the letter to the end because if he did he would not react the way he was reacting.

Nicholas: i picked up the squeezed letter,opened it and began reading  the letter again,this time to the end. The Words in the letter were : "Nicholas, i never liked you since the first day i set my eyes on you...but i have loved you since the first day i set my eyes on you".i looked at her and smiled. I ran to her like a dog happy to see its owner and We embraced eachother.we kept on embracing eachother so passionately that we were lost in love to notice that  everybody had gathered around us in circle until we started hearing claps from them.we did not just became lovers but bestfriends.



By pche obasi.
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Drama: BLACK LETTER (a story about sexuality).

                                                                    BLACK LETTER





Scene 1.
The presidential villa.
David's room.
It is decorated with pictures of male footballers and wrestlers.There is a portrait of David on a table.victor enters the room .He is wearing a black suit with a white handkerchief in his hand.with sadness in him he walks around the room destabilized. He takes David's portrait ,places it on his chest like he is embracing it and walks out of the room.



Scene 2.
Victor's room.
The room is richly furnished and decorated with national flags positioned at every corner.victor walks into the room with David's portrait still on his chest.the telephone rings from a side table close to the bed.
Victor:(Goes to the side table,takes the telephone and answers the call) yes...no...not now.i just came back from my son's funeral.i am not in the mood to see any sympathizers today. Not even the governors or ministers.Do i make myself clear?..(Drops the call, sits on the bed and looks at the portrait) why? Why my son? Why David? You had everything.you lacked nothing.i provided you with all the good things of life.you attended one of the best schools in the world.you travelled around the world.you lived a luxurious life.why didnt you stay with me?why did you do this when you knew i had just started recovery from your mum's death after her brief illness three years ago and why on your birthday? fourteen days ago,in the morning of your birthday,i sent for you to come to my room for your birthday gift but i got a report that you had died on your bed after drugging yourself.i rushed into your room that morning and saw you lying on your bed like a log of wood with pills scattered around.you were lifeless.How could you put me in this condition of sadness and pain! How dare you! (with anger he throws the portrait and it hits a flower vase off a table to the floor,making a loud noise as the portrait and flower vase smashes into pieces.victor discovers a folded paper on the table which must have been placed under  the flower vas. He takes the paper,unfolds it and looks into it)  David! This letter was from David!David wrote it to me.(Goes to the window and begins to read the letter) "Dear father,I chose to use the past tense in this letter because i would have been no more after writing this letter. I am grateful for you provided me the best. I say thank you. But I have never been happy even in the luxurious life you provided for me. Behind my smiles was unhappiness. I lived an unhappy life in order to protect your position in the society. I lived an unhappy life to save your status. I lived an unhappy life so you can be happy. I could not live that part of my life that gives me fulfillment . I knew you wanted the best for me but you wouldn't understand my happiness.I knew it would be a nightmare if i had told you what i was . I was scared of what you would do if i had told you what i was.i had seen your reactions against people of my kind. I had heard you talk against them with hatred  from the deepest part of your heart even if they did you no harm.i just could not face you and tell you what i was and i didnt want you to find out yourself because i wont be able to stand in your presence. My situation got worst when you won the presidential election.your first agenda was implementing a law against people who were like me.for the past twenty years of my life i had been in the closet for you to be happy. I had overheard you say to a friend that the  best solution for people of my kind is to commit suicide and if you had your way you would send them to hell yourself. Those words echoed in me and my heart began to beat faster than usual. I took your advice,I ended my life.i just could not tell  a passionate hater of people of my kind that i was homosexual. Thanks for the advice,dad. Atleast  I was not there to get spanked by you.love you,dad.
Your late son,
David".   (Victor falls to the floor and weeps).

The End.


By p'che obasi.


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DRAMA: ONYE ARA (The demented)

                                                          ONYE ARA (The demented)


The scene is inside a commercial bus (danfo).The bus is in motion.


Conductor: passengers hold your hundred naira o!i no get change.oya make una dey pay my moni (the passengers pays their money to the conductor but the conductor forgets to collect money from a man among the passengers.
lady: conductor, (points to the man) dis man neva pay him moni o!
 Conductor: (To the man) mr man,pay moni.(man ignors him) I
 Say pay moni nah!(man is silent again) sha you think say you fet carry my moni go? Nah lie be dat.your juju no go work inside dis danfo.pay moni joor!(man remains silent) see if you no pay my moni i go fight you o!
Man: (slaps the lady who had reported him to the conductor and then slaps the conductor)why do you want to collect money from a mad man like me?(laughs lunatically as the driver stops the bus immediately and everybody jumps out of the bus except the driver who restarts the engine and drives off.
Man: Driver,didn't you hear what i said? I said i am a mad man and you are still in the bus driving.(Driver ignors the man) Driver,i am talking to you.okay,stop  here for me i want to alight.(Driver still ignors him)If you dont stop for me to alight at this bus stop i will bite you.
Driver: (laughs scary and lunatically) praise the lord! I don see my family.mr man,meself be mad man and my hobby be biting.
Man: is this a joke or what?
Driver: Nah joke but nah serious joke because you no go remain the same after i don  bite you today .see i don bite bull dog,German sherpherd,Nigeria dog,calabar dog..after i don bite you you go carry ringworm,pimples,hiv,ebola..if you come die God and satan no go fet sabi your face.oya make we begin dey bite ourself.
Man: (frightened) Ah! Please sir,i am not a mad man,i am not your family and will never be your family in Jesus name.i can not bite.It was only a joke...
Driver: (laughs more scary and lunatically)so you think say you fet fool me? You no won pay moni you come dey form madness.Today you go know say madness pass madness.Today we go sabi who be the master of madness.(stops the bus and grabs the man by his cloth) oya, on our mark!set our teeth!....
Man: (screams) Somebody help!
     


THE END.

Written by P'che obasi.

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