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A scene from 'Baby Mama'


(Ewatomi is preparing lunch in the kitchen. Iremide enters with a towel with which she is wiping her face.)

EWATOMI: (Without looking at her.) How do you feel?

IREMIDE: I feel better.

EWATOMI: Have you been to the hospital?

IREMIDE: (She sighs.) Yes, I have.

EWATOMI: (She turns to face her.) So what's the reason behind your illness?

IREMIDE: The doctor confirmed—

EWATOMI: (She butts in.) Your pregnancy!

IREMIDE: Yes (She mumbles.)

EWATOMI: Congratulations! (She turns to the cabinet while Iremide stays quiet.) And when are you going to inform the father of the foetus?

IREMIDE: I—I don't know.

EWATOMI: (She snickers.) You better go and tell him on time.

IREMIDE: I will.

EWATOMI: I hope that the baby is kicking. (She laughs.)

IREMIDE: I don't like the way you're taunting me. The baby is only a few weeks old.

EWATOMI: Oh? I'm sorry. I've forgotten that he can't kick yet.

IREMIDE: (She hisses.) That's your problem.

EWATOMI: (She laughs more.) Thank God you have a house as gigantic as this and cars out there. You'll just turn them into a father for the baby.

IREMIDE: Tomi, I don't like it.

EWATOMI: (She chuckles) Who wants you to like it?

IREMIDE: It's clear that you are out of your mind. (She walks out.)

(Ewatomi continues to laugh.)


{Light fades}


© Imole Olusanya

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