Act 1

Scene: (yet to decide)

[Robert and Lina step into the living room. Elvis is crouched infront of the stereo system. He is fiddling with the knobs as if trying to fix something. Lina crumples back into her previous couch as Robert, painting in hand, drags gracefully to the sofa he had been sitting in.]

ROBERT : (sounding concerned as he speaks to Lina) My dear, will you not go and have yourself some food?

LINA : (wincing slightly as she closes her eyes and reclines in her couch) Oh dad its okay. I'm full. ( she opens a single eye and looks at the shiny yellow bulbs hanging from the chandelier) I just have enjoyed something quite heavy.

ELVIS : (turning a cheeky smile to his sister) Weh! Don't tell me the date fell through.

LINA : (sitting up suddenly) Jesus, shut up !

ROBERT : (looking lost) What date?

ELVIS :  Oh come on Lina, everyone knows it. I knew it even before you knew it. (He ducks to avoid the pillow Lina hurls at him. He picks it up and laughs on) That doesn't change the fact that I knew it.

ROBERT : (looking more confused) What date?

LINA : (sounding angered) Hey let me never find you up in my business again.

ELVIS : ( standing up and rushing to his feet, a wry smile on him) Ah Lina kubali tu. Its not like dad atakuchapa na slippers juu you are dating.

ROBERT : (now completely disoriented and annoyed) What date ?

LINA : Elvis! Elvis! Elvis! How many times did I call you?

ELVIS : (scratching his head) If my amnesia serves me right- I don't remember.

ROBERT : ( at last short on patience) Okay you two, stop with your young adult, yet-to-fully-mature squabbling. (Both Lina and Elvis go quiet. Robert nods approvingly) Glad I am understood. So will I hear about these dates or what?

LINA : ( jumping in before Elvis can open his mouth) Oh, today dad, my friends and I decided to go on blind dates so I ended up with this hank who-

ROBERT : (holding up a hand) Hold it hold it.  Hank what what?

LINA : ( breaks into a laughter and is soon joined by Elvis as Robert frowns in unamusement) Oh dad a hank is just a handsome man.

ROBERT : ( nodding) oh - ho. Cut the old man some slack. He can't tell a hand from a duck.

LINA :  Huh?

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Exerpt from my newest work, a play titled 'Why I Hate My Neighbour' which is explores relations between two  different cultures and races forced to unite in the most divisive of circumstances. It promises to be a fun read full of amazing twists and humour as well as a message or two. Keep it here for a few more sporadic excerpt updates.

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