THE LOST PRINCESS

SYNOPSIS

The III king of Ode omi, Oba Adeyeye, gave his last worldly speech to his two heirs the night he answered to the call of his forefathers. Before he departed to the world beyond, he advised and warned his two heirs to the throne never to kill each other concerning the _war of throne_ , never to be intimidated by the influence of selfishness or abrupt advices from the chiefs or enemies. He eulogized and appraised his forefathers and bared witness on the day his father was fighting for throne. He remembered the two princes the story of their lineage in life extension from their forefathers who attained the throne through _bloody blades_. Without argument or deceit from each side, _"your brother, Adeleke is entitled to the throne and you must give in, unless Adifala changes the destiny rail of my perfection towards this seat. I am leaving and you two must always listen to him as he has been the strong back behind Ode omi defence"_.

The fight for throne could be believed to have started at the early life of Oba Adeyeye has he battled with her brother to succeed. The intrusion of the white delegates and deceitfulness of the chiefs enflamed the abruptness towards the fight for the throne. Adetutu, wasn't left behind to fiddle with the story line her father left for her in the midst of warriors. She was faced with two challenges which she had to carry on as destiny calls upon her. The battle of fiance and fight for throne had been a thick air for her to whistle.

How will she surpassed these suitors and aim her heart claims to rule the empire without swaying along with the blood of war?

 ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم

 

ACT ONE_ scene one

_behind the stage, comes in the choral singing, bàtà drumming and royal symbolic of sound effects to stress the sad moment of a dying king._ _The stage lights revealed a standing man, crossed hands behind his back, costumed in Adire and Abeti Aja, the narrator_ ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم: 

The narrator: In the kingdom of òdé omí;

Fight for sit takes turn to doom;

Bloods of survivor takes crown home;

And serve for few years to come;

A curse land upon successors;

A fight Field for brethrens;

Breakthrough pray for generation to come;

It's hereditary runs in lineage juveniles;

A princess has come to rule;

Wage love upon swords;

Taking away no bloods but peace;

The lost has come to sits;

_then dances off stage_

_the sounds behind the scene continues, then moment later, it fades off in an oil-lamp room, revealing mat walls, royal groceries and the royal secret bed_. _entered prince Aderogba

ابو قانت بن عاderogba*: hails to th

 

 òùnmílà, my father is yet to speak or sees his children for month now, say your healing to him _(aside)_

[11/8, 8:56 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *king Adeyeye*: _coughing faintly, trying to adjust his sleeping posture_ oh! My two princes, you are here _(Adeleke trying to help him in rising up his(king) head to rest back towards the bed pole, then signal to the royal guards to leave the room)_ The clock of my days end it's tick-tock  tonight, I can see my ancestors descending in white and at the same time waving at me, expecting, perhaps, my presence in white. Am well pleased to end my life here, I have my princes to succeed to the throne and never doubt, Adeleke, your time starts tomorrow, only if Adifala speaks off my affirmation. And it's expected from you to listen and follow his message, he has been the back behind the throne of our lineage, his legendary speaks back to the days of this village existence.

[11/8, 8:57 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Aderogba* _looks towards his brother and sighs deeply that call the gasp of others_

[11/8, 9:05 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Adeyeye*: _(caught Aderogba's glance and speaks towards him)_ Aderogba, the story behind the throne has never been a wild cat to your understanding I perceived. The throne of successor a "war of throne" was given by the first king of òdè omí has always been a must for brothers to the throne to climb on with bloods, but! _(gives a brief stops and cough faintly again ,deep this time around that the two princes couldn't help but to move close to check out) hmm, don't worry my princes, I'll be fine. Aderogba you can stop this superstition and give chance to your brother to take over. Promise the crown!

[11/8, 9:16 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Aderogba* kàbìyesí, may your soul lives long, your time won't end tonight, the god promised me. In a situation like this, I never planned to climb the throne before my brother and am promising you tonight, in the name of the gods, my brother succession will never be recorded like the succession of yours and your forefathers, the superstition ends in our time. _(stops after he noticed the death of king Adeyeye)_

_choral singing and African flute sends off their displays for moments, crickets and native owls break the silence_

             _*Light off*_

[11/8, 9:25 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: _*Light on again*_

_Tinkling rhythm of dirge chorus follows a flute cries behind the stage, creating a burial scene_

_The call of twilight zone sends the camera to the palace, entered Adifala, a purblind old man,led by his son Ifagbenro, dressed in white wrappers. Adifala sits amidst the waiting royal families, odegbenro, balogun and prominent among them are Oloye otun and his colleagues in chieftains_

[11/8, 9:29 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Oloye Otun*: _(calls the attention of others and faced Adifala)_ baba awo, the death has sent our king to his grave as usual, and it's time to appoint the new king among the two heirs or what do you think? _(facing others in awe)_

[11/8, 9:30 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Chorus* of cause

[11/8, 9:36 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Adifala*: _(sits on the ground, helped by his son, then cast his opele to chants and send supplications to the god of Òrùnmílà, after series of beads count and display of priest possessions, he then speaks in proverb)_ the lion headed the kingdom in the wild forest amidst it's inhabitants, the elephant dares not stand to claim his fitness. For years it's antecedents never takes from the cub,  the blood of years is as thick as the root of Igi iroko _(faced the two princes and signs in agony)_

[11/8, 9:38 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Iyaloode*: what are you insinuating? Please go straight to the point and stop driving us around your proverb

_(chorus humming and mime gestures from others)_

[11/8, 9:40 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Adifala*: Ifá Òrùnmílà tells the future battle of the heirs, one shall kill the other and the winner takes the sit as usually

[11/8, 9:42 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Chorus*: haaaa!

_(the two heirs look towards each other and wave a glance back to Adifala)_

[11/8, 9:45 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Adeleke*: Baba awo, what is this you are saying? I am entitled to the throne, what cause will the god do to that? My father confirmed this before his departure _(yes, I testified, Aderogba intercepted)_

[11/8, 9:47 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Oloye otun*: it will be better we allow baba Awo to explain more on this message and probably give solution.

[11/8, 9:56 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Adifala*: there is nothing to explain, the god chose Aderogba to take over the throne and rule the kingdom for his life time. I rendered to you the message of Ifá Òrùnmílà, he has never takes the wrong to the throne. _(standing to pay his leaving homage to the chiefs and others. Adeleke factions sends off the stage in varying forms of agonised semi-consciousness; moaning and impatient while Aderogba mouth went agape to his deaf ear)_

_moments later, the white delegates from the native Authority chapters comes in to see the unease phenomenon_

       _*light off*_

[11/8, 10:06 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Light on again*

_At the Town square footage, before the town-crier are townspeople, young, old, men, women some with babies strapped to their backs, all sprawling or crouching on the bare group, forming a semi rhombus, More impatient to hear out the news from the clinking metal sounds caused by the noice maker _(name given by the villagers)_ to call the people together. Everything went off the air in silent for whiles_

_then the crier greets_

[11/8, 10:16 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *Town-crier*: I greet you all, people of òdé omí, the III king, Oba Adeyeye passed away last night 

_(chorus: haaaaaa! Some raises their voice more inarticulate)_ baba Adifala was summoned and he addressed the members of the royalties and the chiefs, the message of Òrùnmílà on the successor of the throne, Aderogba was chosen as our next king. And we are having the white delegates as we normally have them in a situation like this, so mothers should tell their daughters to keep off from them, and husband should inform their wives on their deceptive language and race.

 Mo wi're abi n'wi're? _(chorus: oo wi're, sending in humming)_

_the rhombus form by the villagers form a separate circle group, some grinning while others says against the news_

[11/8, 10:20 PM] ابو قانت بن عبد الحکیم😇😇: *First villager*: what next now? War?

*Second village*: the history still hold it's curse, Adeleke will never give in to that!

_humming, hissing and immense hypocrites clapping, then disperse of villagers takes away the camera view to the sky and light off the stage_

 

      Light off.