Day by Day Generation

Day by Day Generation

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Genre: True Confessions

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Day by Day Generation is a tragic story of a Man who murdered his own father and marries his mother.

Note: This is a drama, where the playwright shows up how it is embarrassing to kill or marry your own parent.
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Day by Day Generation is a tragic story of a Man who murdered his own father and marries his mother.

Note: This is a drama, where the playwright shows up how it is embarrassing to kill or marry your own parent.

Chapter1 (v.1) - act 1 scene 1

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Before the palace. Towns people, old and young, men and women, some with babies strapped to their backs. All sprawling or crouching on the bare ground in varying form of agonized semi consciousness.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 02, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 02, 2017

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FIRST CHIEF: Enough! People of our land! people of our- the king stands before you in greeting.

FIRST CITIZEN: What greetings to a dying body.

CHIEFS: (shocked) Aha!

ODEWALE: (gestured to chiefs) Let them talk.

FIRST WOMAN: Yesterday, my twins died-both of them.

SECOND CITIZEN: When the head of a house hold dies, the house becomes an empty shell. But we have you as our head., we do not know whether to thank God that you are with us, or to look elsewhere for hope.

THIRD CITIZEN : when the chameleon brings forth a child, is not that child is expected to dance? As we have made you King, act as King.

FIRST CHIEF: Do you think we have no thoughts in our mind for your Good?

SECOND WOMEN: Sickness has been killing us all in the this many days. What has the king done about it? THIRD WOMAN: You overwhelmed the bush men of Ikolu when they attacked and enslaved our land . Now we cry in pain for help, and there is silence.

SECOND CITIZEN: When the rain falls on a leopard, does it wash off it spots? Has the richness of Kingly life washed off the love of our King for his people.

FORTH CITIZEN: We have suffered long in silence! FIFTH CITIZEN: How long must feverish bird Trimble in silence before their keeper?

ALL: Help us...h-e-l-p us!

ODEWALE: My people! (voice still indignantly beseeching) OGUN PRIEST: Ha! Enough, The King speaks. You have had your say now, pray, let the king speak. Ha! (voices subsided)

ODEWALE: My people. Children of our fathers. Sickness is like rain. Does the rain fall on one roof alone? No. Does it fall on one body and not on another? No. Who ever the rain sees, on him it rains. Does it not? It is the same way with the sickness. You are great wrong.

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