Keneth Ampon
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Written and Directed by Mr.
Time
Interviews are open for those
who are interested...
Eleven actors are needed.
Note: The play is for the
children in Ms. Life's house.
The actors will teach the
children incredible acts.
There
were already nine who were accepted. That leaves old and wise Mr. Time to look for
two more actors.
Upon
listening to the deafening silence of the unoccupied hall, he went outside the
door to post the words, "Interviews will resume tomorrow."
But
out of nowhere, two beings came. Mr. Time smiled.
"Who
will go first?" he asked.
"I
will," the man on the black cloak volunteered.
"What
is your name?" he asked.
"Call
me the ghost."
"And
what performances can you offer?"
"I
have the voices of all souls who passed your gates and entered the house of Dr.
Death."
"And
so?"
"Can
you not remember me? It is me, your driver of the boat that leads the departed
ones to the house of Dr. Death."
"And
then?"
"I
can bring back the souls of the departed ones to the house of Ms. Life."
"And
why will you do that?"
"The
departed ones are sad and forgotten."
"Interesting.
But I think that returning the departed ones will simply scare the residents of
Ms. Life. You cannot even do it the other way around. It violates the treaty of
Ms. Life and Dr. Death."
"Then
no one will pass the others' way. The residents of Ms. Life will deliver their
message of remembering by using props."
"What
will be the props? Or in other words, how can the residents of Ms. Life show
that they remember their departed ones?"
"They
will bring flowers."
"But
there are already other actors who told me the same."
"White
flowers then."
"Is
that all?"
"And
candles either on their homes or the homes of the departed ones. The departed
ones will smell them and they will know how sweet it is to be remembered."
"Now,
here is the problem. This is a play for the children. What do children know
about remembering the departed ones? And yes, they might have some departed
ones but remembering them will only make them sad."
"I
already prepared myself for that problem. The children will have some costumes
resembling the neighbors of those who live in Dr. Death's house. I am referring
to the Beings. In this manner, if the departed ones see that the children look
like their neighbors, they will know that they are remembered."
"Costumes
only? And what if the children would like to stay home? The act of the children
will not be promoted and remain unrecognized."
"The
children will walk at night and go for every houses to ask for candies while
wearing the costumes."
Mr.
Time smiled then talked.
"Go
to Room Number 11 then and place your things there. Your talent fee will be 30.
Yes, you heard it right. You will work for 30 days."
Then
Mr. Time faced the second one- a fat bearded man.
"Name?"
"Call
me Nicholas."
"So
Nicholas, what performances can you showcase?"
"I
will bring joy to the residents of Ms. Life."
"How?"
"By
giving."
"Can
you further explain the act?"
"The
residents of Ms. Life will exchange gifts."
"Then
they will be the one to have gifts."
"And
the children?"
"They
will be the one to have the most number of gifts."
"Is
that all? But if the role of the children is simply to become a gift-opener, is
it not boring?"
"I
came late here for I devised a resolution regarding that problem. The children
will go at night to every house and sing. The children will learn how to work
hard at the same time that they enjoy and bring happiness among every resident."
Mr.
Time smiled.
"Nicholas,
go to Room 12 then for your talent fee will be 31. That means you will earn for
31 days."
And
so old and wise Mr. Time was about to leave when a small voice called.
"Mr.
Time wait. Kindly wait Sir."
It
was a small boy with white wings. It brought nothing but a bow and arrow.
"Well
Son. Auditions are over. I advise that you go home."
"Oh
Sir. I know it is late but please."
"But
you violated my law."
"Please
Sir. I am begging you. This act that I will offer you is important and
interesting."
"Then
first question. What made you late?"
"On
my way, I met a sad man and a sad woman. They are sad. They are forgotten. They
are alone. I tried to help them but I could not. They will not listen to
me."
"Because
you are just a kid. How could you help me then for my play? What do you
have?"
"This,"and
the boy raised his bow and arrow.
"A
bow and arrow. But that will kill them."
Mr.
Time laughed mockingly and showed his back to the boy preparing to walk.
"Not
if it hits two souls."
"What?"
Then
Mr. Time glued his feet on the floor filled with interest and surprise he never
felt before.
"The
arrow, if it hits two lonely souls, they will find comfort and happiness from
each other."
"Props
and costumes?"
"The
act needs no props and costumes. The act is more important than the props and
costumes."
"But
it is nonsense. What if it hits three souls?"
"Then
one soul shall suffer."
"Suffer
for that act? That cannot be."
"How
can it be? Is that possible?"
"It
is. By the performing the act, everything becomes possible. The blinds see. The
dear hears. The lame walks. The mute talks. The impoverished becomes wealthy.
The act offers equality. It judges nothing. When being performed, the performer
does not know or say that he or she is already performing the act. The act
cannot be explained but it explains itself and everything it causes."
"Then
what happens to the loser?"
"The
question is wrong. No one loses in the act. It is an act. Not a game."
"Then
what happens to him or her?"
"Ask
yourself."
"What?"
"You
are the one who knows it. With you, he or she may find me. With you, he or she
may forget me. The act is an act of waiting and finding."
"Then
what is your plan for the children? Children get impatient in waiting. Children
get bored in finding. And children will get sad in suffering. Can they ever
perform the act?"
"Not
yet. They will someday. Again, it is you who knows the day and the place. You
are the boss of me."
"Then
what will you call your act? One calls his act the act of remembering, an act
that brings happiness to the forgotten. Another one calls his act the act of
giving, an act that brings happiness to the impoverished. And you?"
"It
has no name yet. But I am totally sure that it is the greatest act of all. With
this act, we remember. With this act, we give. With this act, we have
joy."
"Well
Son. I am overwhelmed with interest and delight about your act but I am too sad
to tell you that you cannot work for you are still a boy."
The
boy bowed his head and said.
"I
am but I will grow up."
"But
I cannot pay you a big sum of fee. You can only work for 28 days and well for
every four years, as another law of mine states, it will be 29 days."
"It
is fine with me. I am totally fine with it."
"But
there is no more room for you there."
But
the boy seemed sad. The old and wise Mr. Time touched his gray beard and with a
comforting smile, he told the boy.
"There
is no more room for you but I decided that- I will have my room with you. That
is Room Number 2."
The
boy was filled with joy and excitement that he captured the old and wise Mr.
Time in his arms. The boy never had this feeling. He never even knew where he
came from. Mr. Time had the same feeling and thoughts.
While
walking, Mr. Time asked the boy the forgotten question of the interview.
"What
is your name Son?"
"I
got no name."
"Well,
I will give you one. From now on, I will call you Love. And your act will be
known as the act of Love."
And
so Love went with Mr. Time. But Love is a playful boy. He enters all rooms to
play. And so Mr. Time, the old and wise Mr. Time entitled his play based on
what he always tell Love:
"You
entered all rooms!"
Or
in simple words, Y.E.A.R.
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