SHOOTING THE MESSENGER
Screen Writer: Musyoka Ngui
Scene 1
(Plan B Pub. The patrons are imbibing alcohol while the music blares.
There is a giant screen beaming music video clips. Ken and Wendy are sitting at
a corner where the light is dim and seem in trouble)
Wendy: We umepangaje?
Ken: About what?
Wendy: C’mon, stop pretending! What do we do about this?
Ken: You mean the ball?
Wendy: Yes, your ball.
Ken: My balls are intact. What about your ball?
Wendy: It is not my ball. It is our ball.
Ken: How can I be so sure about that? The last time I checked we used a
CD. If you went lungularing around….. shauri yako.
Wendy: I’ve no one but you. If you keep denying it I will….
Ken: Do what!?
Wendy: Come I tell you (Ken checks in the counter. The bartender
gives him a receipt and both walk out leaving the bar busy with activity)
Scene 2
(Wendy’s home. Her parents, Michael and Michelle are sitting around the
coffee table chatting.)
Michael: Have you talked to your daughter lately?
Michelle: No. Why?
Michael: Naona katumbo kanaanza kutokelezea…
Michelle: Ah!Wacha, si ni hali ya mtoto kukua. Ni mafuta ya kula tu.
Itayeyuka akikomaa.
Michael: Ashakomaa already. That bump must raise eyebrows. (Pointing
at Michelle’s tummy with a bakora) Najua tumbo ya kushiba chakula na
tumbo ya kushiba kitu kingine.
Michelle: Wendy is saved. She cannot carry a child. I do not think hata
anajua hayo mambo.
Michael: Haya, unamtetea. When is the last time you sat down with your
daughter and had a daughter-mom talk? Have you ever bothered to know if she has
a boyfriend? Wewe kazi yako ni kumnunulia pads tu hata hujawahi mwonyesha vile
zinatumiwa.
Michelle: Hiyo ni common sense. Si ni kama kutumia TP tu. Nani alimfunza
kutumia tissue roll? Kila kitu mtu afunzwe? Mwandikie mwalimu basi.
Michael: Heri waalimu. Wao wanawambia peupe jinsi ya kujikinga lakini
sisi tuna aibu. Tunaumia ndani. Tunaoza ndani. Come to think of it, have we
really been there when our children needs us the most?
Michelle: Mmmhh! Ni kweli. Lakini si kanisani pastor anakemea mapepo
yote hata ya boyfriend?
Michael: (Laughs. Soon Wendy enters the living room and switches on
the TV. Her mom directs her to serve the family food she has prepared.)
Scene 3
(As they eat there runs an advert about use of condoms. All are visibly
embarrassed. One ad is stressing the importance of condom as a tool for family
planning and another as a weapon against infidelity)
Michelle: Hii sanduku ndio inaharibu watoto.
Michael: Naona hivyo hata mimi.
Wendy: Ati nini? Kwani si TV inasema ukweli?
Michelle:Who told you that? Nyamaza watu wazima wakiongea.
Michael: Achana naye aongee. (To Wendy) Ati ulikuwa unasemaje?
Wendy: I was saying that the media is only showing what is happening in the
society. It is the mirror that reflects our actions as a people.
Michelle: Tembu kwanza izime. (Wendy remote controls the TV)
Michael: Acha kusumbua mtoto bure. Hata akizima hapo atazima Koinange?,
atazima Mombasa, ataambia mbwa aachane na wasichana wa chuo na watalii wazungu?
Mbwa itasikia?
Wendy: Burying one’s head in the sand will not prevent them from being
scorched by the sun above.
Michelle: (Fumes, grabs the remote, switches on the TV and storms
out.) Basi endeleeni.
Wendy: Daddy I want to see you. And please promise that what I tell you
won’t reach mom. (Silence)
(After seeing her Dad, Wendy decides to involve her boyfriend, Ken. She
sees him seated on a park bench alone. She angles from behind and upon reaching
him, she closes his eyes)
Wendy: Guess ni nani.
Ken: Of course I know.
Wendy: Na si useme basi.
Ken: Mother of my kid.
Wendy: Ugh! I am not a mother and I don’t have a baby.
Ken: What did you mean when you said ulikuwa na ball?
Wendy: Nataka kuitoa hata.
Ken: Then I will change your title. Now! From this moment on I shall
call you mother of a dead, innocent soul.
Wendy: But I have not killed anyone.
Ken: Si you are a potential murderer.
Wendy :( Her father’s voice fills her mind. She remembers what he
told her recently): Daughter, you are beautiful and I love you. I know me
and your mom have failed you. We did not counsel you when you were naïve.
Please do forgive us. As for the child, let it be. We’ll help you take care of
the baby. I will be the proudest grandfather ever and your mom will be the
loveliest cucu for your unborn kid. I don’t care who impregnated you. Whoever
it is, we will not curse him but give you a second chance to mend your broken
relationship…(The rest is faint and inaudible.)
Ken: Unafikiria nini?
Wendy: Kwani nafikiria na kichwa chako?
Ken: Unanifanya niworry venye umezumbaa.
Wendy: What is your last word about this PG?
Ken: Nimesare. Ni ujanja yangu imenicost. Tangu nikiwa mtoi sijawahi
penda kula pinpop na karatasi. Me hulamba yote. Nailick mpaka mate inadondoka….
Sometimes nakwaruzwa mdomo na ulimi.
Wendy : Unadhani mimi ni mjukuu wako uanze kuniambia mafumbo?
Angalia huyu Swale Mdoe wa Tafakari ya Babu. Nkt! Come straight.
Ken: Nasema CD ilitoboka. Sa venye ilitoboka me niliendelea tu. Si
unajua utamu nayo. Time zingine sio kupenda kwetu, we reach a tipping point. A
point of no return.
Wendy : (Starts sobbing) Si angalau basi ungeniambia hiyo time at
least nimeze e-pill. Unaona sasa?!
Ken: Maji yakimwangika hayazoleki.
Wendy : Inaevaporate.
Ken: Badala ya kulia let’s go and see a doc. Tuone venye mambo itakuwa. (They
stroll around the park, taking lungful of air. Both are shaking and sweating at
the thought of a VCT.)
Scene 4
(Tiba Clinic. Ken and Wendy are walking to join a long queue of adults
outside the hospital. A youth counselor notices them and then calls them aside)
Counselor: This way guys. Mnaweza mkakaa kwa bench mkingoja nimalizane
na mteja mgonjwa ako ndani.
Wendy and Ken: Poa poa.
Wendy: We ndo utaanza.
Ken: Zii! We anza. Case yako ni special. Ball plus HIV test, me ni HIV
test tu.
Wendy: Si basi uingie umaliziwe haraka uningoje nje?
Ken: Basi ka umekataa tuingie sote.( Both wait at the lounge as the
counselor clears the patient already in. They are shaking. Suddenly, the
counselor opens the door and the patient gets out. He beckons them to enter.)
The End
Curtain
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