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In the beautiful township of Nowhere, we bring you into the houses of a few people who battle with life, love and conflict resolution. Now let us get onto the stage.



(In the house of the newly wedded Serwaa and Twum, they cuddle together and kiss each other)

Serwaa: What a lovely union

With happiness and fears like the smell and sting of an onion

No one ever prophesized of me having this companion

Who is handsome, strong and dependable like the best of stallions.

Twum: Oh my love

Who I place no one above

Beautiful and pure like the dove

Untainted and clean as the washed hands from the glove

Now put some food on the stove

And put together your recipes and let’s see what tastes evolve

Serwaa: At your service

As long as I am in your premises

I’ll let you have it all; seeing the crevice

Of the water of life, doing away with all malice

Including hunger is my promise

Twum: I wish it will forever be like this

These bubbles that all the tensions fix

And me smitten to a point of my friends’ piss

But I have no care in the world if I get her many a kiss






(Owusu stands outside their house in the middle of the night talking to himself in grief)

Owusu: Oh the night is fair

And sweet as the flying air

How sweet it will be if more lovers stir

And sweet moments share

A lonesome me cannot bare

The intent way by which the stars stare

As if to laugh at my plight

Telling me you have no right

To be as bright

As we are by feeling like a kite

In the bosom of the one person that can make all that is bad right

Even the air has the leaves to blow

The sea has the right to flow

And merge with its significant-other and roll

All Seeing, let me have my own with whom I can flow

For sometimes, the coldness that flows

From your end deals me many blows.

(Enters Opoku)

Opoku: Never have I seen such man that melancholy fits

Being cold as the absence of love hits

Instead of keeping quiet and your teeth grits

You waste your breath at the expense of your health and utter such delusions

You run away when you see fair maidens, your illusions

Will drive you straight to your grave

As your situation is quite grave

So just accept the situation and be brave

For the fair maiden will not come to you as you crave

To loneliness you are a slave

Let’s get inside I will give you that shave that you so crave.






(Ruth and her husband are in the house fighting)

Ruth:  How can it be that the man that does me mount

Does not know the size of my clothes and cannot count

Our days together?

Will ours be forever?

Benedict: I got together with you to keep me warm

And to help me farm

Also to help me calm

By putting on some balm

When the ache evades my body and freezes my gum

But you continually make me shed all my ease

Teasing and collecting fees

Tasking and painfully pulling my cheeks

Yet behaving like a madam who everyone will love and be pleased

To have in the public eyes, being the niece

Of the priest and a chorister puts me in unease

Stop your whining and let me enjoy the breeze

Ruth: What do I have to do with a man who always complains

And acts without restraint?

Shame on you for having such a mouth to utter such gibberish

Without thinking that you will perish

(Benedict leaves the room)

Coward! Always leaving before the conversation ends, always never getting to the finish.    EXIT



(In the hall of Eno’s house, she stands as though in a daze and speaks to herself)

Eno: Lord please tell me that there is such a man, who will haunt

My fancy and with my mind taunt

That man must be tall and handsome

Must find life lonesome

Without me, must speak English like the King of England

Must have so much money as to be able to buy me a golden band

Must be fascinated just by seeing my hand in the sand

As I produce the finest of sculpture and fill his mind

He must have a lot of hair

And have many people call him sir

And fanciful clothing must he wear

To make my friends curse and swear

He must have many mansions

That must come with such high gumptions

To fight for me in front of all the nation

(Enter Eno’s mother: Auntie Ama, hits her and addresses her)

Aunty Ama: where can you find a man as such?

In this your hour of rush?

Can you afford to be picky?

When all your mates are thinking of their graves? Your beauty as tricky

As it can get is falling

At this rate, that old man by the lotto kiosk’s calling

You must heed

If you want to have a seed

That will grow and in your old age feed

Eno: But Ma…

Aunty Ama: But me no but; Oh shut up

And listen to me, let me see you close up

How can you still live in a fool’s paradise?

You have lasted three and a half decades on earth

Do you know certain things that have many sides? Six sides the dice!

Do you know who will beckon soon? Death!

While I have not yet met my second generations

Please snap out of your reverie and aberrations

God had to give me this weird one, (points at Eno) sometimes I think she is not of this earth.






(Benedict was caught cheating by Serwaa and Twum as they sit at their base. Benedict kisses the lady who is giggling so much that when he meets the eyes of the newlyweds, he panics and withdraws leaving the poor girl wandering.)

Serwaa: Hello Paa Bene, you can carry on, we didn’t see a thing!

Twum: (hits her lightly) Hello Paa Bene, greet your wife for us.


Twum: Serwaa, stop acting like a brat most times.

Don’t you know that that embarrassed him?

Serwaa: All he had was embarrassment, was it not a crime?

What about the heart attack that he nearly gave me? more like the eye catching the beam

Of light after a long endurance of darkness and being caught after the barber gives a bad trim

I am sure his wife will die of shame seeing that she acts all perfect to the brim

Twum: Say that again, but she looks perfect and slim.

Serwaa: So do you want to go in for her because her figure is slim?

Twum: Far from that my dear, not when your voice chimes

All the time.

(They tease each other and laugh and exeunt)








(Ruth and Benedict are walking hand in hand by the road side and they meet Serwaa and Twum who are obviously happy and chatting)

Ruth: Hello fresh couple

Serwaa and Twum: Hello couple with no trouble

Benedict: Who says there are couples without troubles?

(Ruth pinches him and he winces slightly and covers it with a slight cough)

Ruth: Actually there aren’t but love can conquer it all

Once they are committed, they will never fall

And obviously will no third party call

As you can see, we are together going to the stall

Twum: Then do not let us keep you

We will later get more tips when we see you


Ruth: What I hate most is airing our dirty linen in public

Do you want everyone our wound lick?

Benedict: I am sorry your royal highness for not to your rules stick

Next time, I’ll have you my lines pick











(Serwaa and Twum are eating in front of their chamber and hall on a small table together all smiles, they both go for the last meat and it turns into a scuffle)

Serwaa: One might think that we are quarrelling over gold

And one might say that you might your husband’s interest hold

In these early times when everything is so cold

Serwaa: Just give it, that you paid my bride price doesn’t mean that I was sold

In fact, I do need more protein to make sure that beautiful babies are mould

Twum: And who crafts those beautiful babies that you so want to mould?

(Still pulling, then Twum gets to squeeze her hand and takes it, Serwaa wails)

Serwaa: How can you be so insensitive?

If I hadn’t been creative

Would you have loved this piece of meat and be so abusive?

Twum: It was your job by birth

And you love putting on your girth

Pushing on me all your debt

So giving me this piece of meat

With a little hand beat

Should make you have a seat

And stop you from bringing more heat

Serwaa: One might think we could get the right heat

During this honeymoon at least

Twum: (Chewing his meat and teasing her) oh our lady is about to cry

Why don’t you run to your mother and try some lie?

Or you can get into the kitchen, get some meat to fry

If you so want to have the meat and stop being sly

Serwaa: (Angry) Foolish and insensitive man

I have on my body put a ban

Twum: (Slaps her so hard but regrets immediately as Serwaa holds her cheek and wails, people gather)

I am so sorry

She actually made me run like a lorry

And hit her out of anger losing my glory

For her insult was a hearing gory

Agya Sefa: Just have them separated

Young man sleep on this and come to my house in three days to be tutored

And the woman, you women must counsel out of the stupid notion of being emancipated


















(Owusu sees some ladies approaching and starts to be uncomfortable; they get closer and stop to talk to him)

Owusu: I, I ladies (shivering)

Gift: You mean hi Owusu? I’m just telling it right because I am kind

Abena: Eh! Look at how he is shivering, like a leaf in torrential wind.

Owusu: I am not shr-shr-vling, I just don’t like the wind…

Adeline: Ladies, let us leave him, just see the sweat on his face just now. I will not be part of committing murder, let’s go.

Gift: The word was shivering, not shriveling Owusu. Nice man with P.O.P on his mouth and a coward, let’s go

(They all laugh and leave him as he stands there with tears welling down his face)

















(Eno sneaks into the room with a man as old as her father, light breaks on them as her mother sees them fast asleep naked, she hits them both and the man runs out with his clothes naked)

Eno: Ma! What is it this time? You will kill me at this rate

Aunty Ama: What is what? Who was that old shriveled grandpa whom even I will not date?

Eno: what do you mean? That is the man by the lotto kiosk, Agya Obeng, you told me to go when he calls because you need your grandchildren so I now have him as a mating mate.

Aunty Ama: (breaks into tears) What have I done to deserve this? I wish the earth will open up and swallow me

Or pause the time to let me be

Or carry me with a secret boat

That can carry me all covered with a big coat

So that no human-being will me do see

So as to gossip and make my embarrassment free

Eno: Why do you me so hate?

If you throw a bait

Know that I will catch that bait

Why then do you lament

You profess I ferment

To a point that my womb will be destroyed

So I must not myself toy

To think that I may get the fair boy

So I took the soy

And now you are behaving coy.          EXIT



(Serwaa and Twum are at loggerheads in the house)

Twum: Hey, won’t you cook for me to have something to eat?

Serwaa: In your dreams, you can eat my feet.

Twum: Is that what you are telling me? To eat your stinking feet?

Serwaa: You got it nice and neat

Should I also fold it in pleat?

Twum: If you continue like this, I may really intend to you beat

What is all this? You wear those tight jeans to bed

Making your side of the bed red

Threatening to blood shed

And to make me fled

If I so much as cross to your side

I all these abide

Thinking that your stupid mood will suffice

But it seems like you have yet to start

Serwaa: You can have us part

If you feel like you cannot the bargain cart

For my head itches like it is possessed by many lice

When you talk like mice

Together eating raw rice

(He makes as if to hit her and she runs around, he gives her the chase)    EXUENT




(In Agya Sefa’s house, he sits Twum down for some counseling)

Agya Sefa: What will make a man hit a woman?

An insult son?

Twum: Yes, that I was foolish.

Agya Sefa: And why were you called foolish?

Twum: Because I took the last meat she relish

And teased her but I no doubt her cherish

Agya Sefa: Not that I am on her side but you truly were foolish

If what you are saying is what happened

What is meat that must bring about all the chaos that happened?

You know you could have had her prepare another

Or you could with a kiss soften her like a feather

Why did you have to use force?

When you could be at a loss

As the man who hits without a cause

Because all women have mouths like a fox

That can open wide and spew such nonsense without pause

But one thing is for sure

They do not mean it but have no cure

For being such loose mouths that men must endure

For a petty man can never be a good husband, that I am sure.

Twum: Thanks Agya, it was a mistake and I will be careful next time

I will count as the clock chimes

When in anger and my count mime

So I’ll not listen and have a temper that can make me commit a crime





(Owusu gets to the house, quickly runs into the arms of Opoku and cries on his shoulders)

Opoku: I know it all

I’ve heard it all

And I think that you stood tall

Because you did keep you weep

And made sure the girls had no tears to keep

On their tall stories about you and seep

Through your torment and in you sorrow peep

I will make you brave

So much so that all those girls will get into your cave

And become your slaves

Then you can choose to their heads shave

Or hurtfully change their names

As much as their giggles hurt and from you claims

So cry not my friend

For nature was good to you as to give you a face that is every woman’s friend







(Serwaa sits the elderly women down and narrates her ordeal, she listens and admonishes)

Maame Sefa: Men always do things without thinking

If they didn’t, will they have crafted a statement that they must be stinking

To be authentic? But my child, why am I this linking?

In the house, they are the head that looks out for the body

Hearing to ensure its safety, thinking and talking

To ensure it is on the right path, at his thought, the body

Is fed and bathe, a moody brain makes a moody body


Maame Azumah: And also the feeding is always through the mouth

Unless it is a defect, so a woman must not go on about

Because of food when the man is not full

You doing that was like you his legs pull

In a feisty way

And a man will keep all those who do that to him at bay

So next time, just view him as a hungry beast

And let him have a feast

For this road will never be nice in the least

If you do take him on on these little things because it will bring on a heat

That you cannot beat





(We see Owusu being taken through bravery lessons by Opoku; he is giving him a haircut)

Opoku: You are actually very handsome so all you need to do is a dress well

And all the women for you will fall

Then you wouldn’t have to the wind and moon tell

Of your loneliness and the feeling of gall

Caused by the ladies as to your handsomeness, they will themselves sell.

(He is done with the haircut and shows him the mirror, even he is stunned with what he is seeing)

Owusu: Thank you very much

Opoku: Don’t thank me yet, this is just a touch

When the deal is done

And your nights of coldness are gone

Then I will take all the thanks borne















(Eno gets up from bed feeling bad; she nearly falls but maintains her composure. Her mother is concerned)

Aunty Ama: Eno, what is this I discern?

Do you think that I should be concerned?

Eno: it’s been happening for sometime

I feel nauseous then I crave for lime

My mouth contains a lot of slime

Aunty Ama: (shouts in bewilderment and checks her pulse) you are pregnant Eno!

What am I going to do with you? Oh no!

Don’t tell me that it is for that wrinkly old man

That looks like something drastic in the can

Oh my God! To whom shall I run?

Wish my husband were alive

To help me through this live

Eno: I don’t get you, when I am not pregnant you crave for grandchildren

When I am you shriek like some sort of curse has befallen you. Don’t you like the grandchildren?

Aunty Ama: Not one from the old shriveled fool

Eno: But I thought you said he was cool

(She slaps her and storms out)







(Twum enters the room and sees Serwaa still crying in the seat, he shamefully goes closer and like a fearful man takes her in his arms)

Twum: I am sorry for hitting you; I must admit that I didn’t know what came over me

Serwaa: And I am sorry for calling you names when I could have let it be

A stupid wife is who I see

Who fights over meat with her precious he

Twum: let us all this forget

We love each other and we have regrets

On our first day together but we must not fret

As the lessons abound, for we will one after the other the lessons get.


















Ruth and Benedict had a huge brawl

About his infidelity and her being unbearable

They separated and Benedict went for his mistress.


Opoku slept with almost half of the girls in the town and eventually contracted a minor sexual illness which taught him to settle down.

Eno gave birth to a baby boy, the whole township got to know about her scandal with the old lotto kiosk operator but her mother refused to accept the man. So she became a single parent.

Twum and Serwaa had their problems here and there, but which couples don’t? Still they lived happily ever after.




By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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