⚫MOVEMENT FIVE ⚪
Lights illuminate the stage as Itohan and her mother are seen embarking on their journey to Ukogho land. They get to a certain place as a woman in white appears from nowhere.
Woman: Do not be afraid, daughters of the gods.
Emomwoyi: (Holds her daughter’s hand) Who are you?
Woman: (Smiles) You do not need to know.
Itohan: (Moves closer) You’re that woman…
Emomwoyi: Itohan, come back.
Itohan: It’s okay, mother (Turns to the strange lady) What do you seek?
Woman: I have come for you. The time has come to free your people from the curse your father has brought upon them. Your brother lies almost without breath, and the people have no one to save them. Only you can, so you must hurry. Hurry!! (Thunders and disappears)
Itohan: (Scared) Mother, my people are in grave danger. What do I do?
Emomwoyi: Mm, my daughter. I know you have all it takes inside of you. I raised you to be strong, to be courageous and never to be shaken. I trust you can do it.
Itohan: (Nods and smiles) Thank you, Inenen.
☸MOVEMENT SIX ☸
Stage opens on the Ojie’s hut. A boy of about ten laid weakly on the floor, as a woman held on to his arms, crying bitterly. His condition seems to be getting worse by the minute, and the chief priest had declared there was no time left on their side. A young maiden walks in surprisingly, with an elderly woman following closely as the queen and the king’s sister stare in amazement.
Omolara: Who are you people?
Oje: (Averts her gaze from her son) Yes, who are you people?
Chief priest: (Enters startling everyone) She is here. Our daughter has returned!
Abagba N’Ojie: (Cuts in from behind) Daughter?
Cheif Priest: (Nods and looks at her Itohan) Welcome daughter of the gods (Looks back at the king) Your long lost daughter has finally returned to us.
Abagba N’Ojie: (Aside) It can’t be (Memories of eighteen years ago came rushing in and he exited in shame)
Oje: (Shakes) My Lord. My Lord, where are you going? (Looks at her sister-in-law) What is this? Is this some kind of trick?
Omolara: (Bows her head) No, my Queen! The gods don’t lie.
Oje: (Stammers) It can’t be. My daughter died many years ago. She died many years ago!
Emomwoyi: I found her at Ojumiri river, and ever since then, I have nurtured and cared for her like every mother would.
Omolara: (Makes towards them) Gods of our land! You have proved to me that you do not slumber or sleep (Hugs the beautiful maiden) My daughter, welcome home!