EYE FOR EYE


BY


OLUSOLA OLADESU















…sweet when done, but leaves a bitter taste…

INT. THICK FOREST- DAY

FADE IN

A dark-complexioned man in his late 40s, wearing a hat on his palm kernel-shaped head along with a dirty, worn-out shirt and roughened trouser, is holding a rifle and looking out for game amidst thick trees and green shrubs.

(He hears the sound of an animal running by and quickly turns, tiptoeing to the direction.)

EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD- DAY

On a field barren with grass, some shirtless young boys of ages 15 to 17 are playing football, sweating profusely amidst the cool weather.

(Bayo kicks the ball heavily and it goes through a projectile into the forest. He jogs towards the bushy area to pick the ball.)

INT. THICK FOREST- DAY

(Mr Odeyemi tiptoes with his rifle towards a direction and hears another sound by his right. He looks swiftly towards the direction and notices a slow movement amidst the trees and leaves. He stands very well and positions his rifle towards the direction, moving slowly towards the point. The movement becomes a little fast and he shoots!)

(He walks briskly towards the point and finds Bayo lying in a pool of blood, breathing slowly, with a ball lying beside him.)

(Shocked; he places his two hands on his head sobbing and stares at the innocent boy. He looks around and paces in confusion. He looks around again and quickly carries him on his back while holding his rifle and moves speedily towards another direction.)


INT. MR ODEYEMI’S BEDROOM- DAY

In the unkempt old-fashioned room, Bayo is lying at a corner while Mr Odeyemi searches a drawer frantically, taking furtive glances at him at short intervals. Bayo starts gasping for breath and Mr Odeyemi runs towards him carrying a bowl of concoction; Bayo stops breathing. He places his right ear on his chest and hears no heartbeat. There is a knock at the door to the house.

MR ODEYEMI
(In cracked voice) Ta niyen? [Who is that?]

A FEMALE VOICE
Emi ni oh, Iya Bayo. [It’s me oh, Iya Bayo]

INT. MR ODEYEMI’S SITTING ROOM- DAY

He walks slowly into the sitting room cleaning his red eyes and opens the door.
IYA BAYO
(With a thin smile, carrying a polybag) Good evening, sir.

MR ODEYEMI
(Forces a smile) Evening oh. It’s nice to see you, ma. Hope all is well?

IYA BAYO
May I come in?

They are both seated in the sitting room.

IYA BAYO
Iya yii nko? [What about your wife?]

MR ODEYEMI
O wa. Ko si nile. [She is fine. She isn’t at home.]Hope Baba is fine?

IYA BAYO
Of course, he is. (Brings out a dish from the polybag) He actually sent me to give you some meat since you complained to him about not getting any meat from the bush for the past four days.

MR ODEYEMI
Oh…ah…this is really nice of Baba. (Collects the dish from her and opens it to find some sweet-smelling pieces of meat) This looks very good. I am very grateful, ma.

IYA BAYO
(Smiles) It is nothing. At least, we human beings have to survive. We won’t say because we can’t find meat in the bush and start shooting people.
(She laughs while Mr Odeyemi looks perplexed but also forces a smile)

MR ODEYEMI
(Picks a meat from the dish and eats) How are the children?

IYA BAYO
They are fine.

MR ODEYEMI
Bayo nko? [What of Bayo?]

IYA BAYO
Of course, he is fine. He is even standing outside; always reluctant to come into other people’s homes. (Looks towards the door) Bayo, come inside and greet Uncle Yemi.

MR ODEYEMI
(Almost chokes on the meat) What did...did you just say?
(Bayo enters.)

MR ODEYEMI
(Shocked and swallows the meat in his mouth; pupils dilated) Bayo…

BAYO
(Prostrates) Good evening, sir. (Sits beside his mother and looks around.)

MR ODEYEMI
(Takes furtive glances at Bayo) Em…Mummy Bayo…I have to check something in my room. I’m…I’m coming back.

IYA BAYO
(Smiles) No problem, sir.

INT. MR ODEYEMI’S BEDROOM- DAY

He enters his bedroom and surprisingly sees Bayo still lying down in a corner, stone dead. He is taken aback and confused. He picks a cloth and spreads it to cover the body and leaves for the sitting room in fear.

INT. MR ODEYEMI’S SITTING ROOM- DAY

He comes back into the sitting room and alas, no one is there. The door opens and his wife enters, wearing an iro and buba, in a very sober mood.
MR ODEYEMI
(Bemused) Dear, welcome.

MRS ODEYEMI
(Softly) Thank you. (Sits down gently and sighs heavily.)

MR ODEYEMI
Em…I thought I…em…did you meet anybody on your way home?

MRS ODEYEMI
Not at all. What is it? (Notices the dish) And who brought you meat?

MR ODEYEMI
Em…my visitor…Iya Bayo…

MRS ODEYEMI
Oh, so you’ve heard what happened to her…

MR ODEYEMI
What are you talking about?

MRS ODEYEMI
Why did you then mention her name? She was hit by a red car this afternoon and died on the way to the hospital.

MR ODEYEMI
What?!

MRS ODEYEMI
(In a cracking voice) She is dead oh. Chief Okoro too was found dead in his red car some hours ago with foam coming out of his mouth. I believe he was poisoned…

MR ODEYEMI
What?! Em…em

MRS ODEYEMI
Why shouting? Do you just know all these?



MR ODEYEMI
(Thoughts going through his mind) I’ve…I’ve been at home since morning and so…I didn’t hear anything.

MRS ODEYEMI
I just pity Baba Bayo oh…ah! He lost such a wonderful woman.


MR ODEYEMI
(Grabs his stomach) Yeh! Yeh!!

MRS ODEYEMI
Ki lo seyin? [What is wrong with you?]
(He falls down amidst groans)

MRS ODEYEMI
(Anxiously) What is wrong with you? What did you eat? (He starts foaming and struggles to point to the dish.)

MRS ODEYEMI
Baba Segun, talk now! Who poisoned your food?! Who brought you food? Yeh! Mo gbe oo! Let me call for help. E gbami oo! [Help me!]
(She rushes outside the house to call on neighbours.)

EXT. MR ODEYEMI’S HOUSE- DAY

Mrs Odeyemi rushes out to call on neighbours while Bayo and his mother are standing under a tree that is a bit afar, watching with smiles on their faces.

Their countenance suddenly changes to that of a straight face. Mr Odeyemi walks out gently from his house, looking at his wife running helter-skelter. He looks forward and sights Iya Bayo and her son from afar.

Iya Bayo holds her son’s hand and they both leave for the unknown.

FADE OUT



THE END

For me? only me?.....brb to read.

speedyboi: For me? only me?.....brb to read.

lol...you said you were looking forward to my short film scripts even though I had retired ...lol...now I just came back to do few tinz just for a brother called speedyboi. Read am oh.

What da.... !

lol

which kind yeye stunt did you pull at the end?

Me thinks this is great. Well done

^^^^ Tnx. I'm glad you like it.

Yea...and this script has a more professional feel.

Start using script writing softwares though

^^^^^ Advice noted.

Beautiful...!

^^^^^^ E se sir.

Villagboi. Where at thou?

^^^^^^^^ Don't mind him. He has chosen to reserve his comment...lol

speedyboi: Villagboi. Where at thou?

Oh dear, I didn't know you called me.

sholay2011: ^^^^^^^^ Don't mind him. He has chosen to reserve his comment...lol

I no dey read another persin 'love letter' or look in a woman's handbag - it's bad manners! lol

VillageBoi:

I no dey read another persin 'love letter' or look in a woman's handbag - it's bad manners! lol

lol...you cant be serious. abeg read well well and lets hear ur comment/criticism...forget manners...and dis is nt a love letter. lol

semid4lyfe: Just passing by. . .

*Grabs his shirt and sings* #Pass me not oh gentle semid....hear my humble cry....when on all thou art calling...do not pass me by#

sholay2011:
lol...you cant be serious. abeg read well well and lets hear ur comment/criticism...forget manners...and dis is nt a love letter. lol

Teehee. I am serious. The title of the thread is a 'waka-pass-this-script' title except for one person only. No be you do am like that? You can't complain nah!

VillageBoi:

Teehee. I am serious. The title of the thread is a 'waka-pass-this-script' title except for one person only.

Oh wait, is the script for speedyboi alone.?
chai..! I for no read am ooo..

prof800:
Oh wait, is the script for speedyboi alone.?
chai..! I for no read am ooo..

lol. Nothing spoil; I read am since as Sholay knows from a different script thread but I ain't commenting. That has already been done by the addressee of the letter.

morsadh:

Read 'Nigerian Horror Story' also.