Eclipsed

Danai Gurira

• Publisher: Oberon Books
• Year: 2015
• ISBN:
  9781783198733
• Edition: 1
• Topic: Littérature
• Subtopic: Théâtre africain

It's best to work with the system, and right now – the system is war. 2003, civil war is raging in Liberia. At a rebel army base four young women are doing their best to survive the conditions of the war. Yet sometimes, the greatest threat comes not from the enemy's guns, but from the brutality of those on your own side. With the arrival of a new girl, who can read, and an old one, who can kill, how might this transform the future of this hard-bitten sisterhood?

ACT ONE

SCENE ONE

LURD Rebel Army Camp Base, HELENA and BESSIE, ‘wives’ of a Commanding Officer sit. It is a dilapidated shelter, it may once have been someone’s decent home, it is riddled with bullet holes and black soot and mortar residue, it is a partially indoor enclosure. Piles of used ammunition litter one corner. The enclosure is well organized, however, with obvious areas for cooking, sleeping and bathing. A tattered Liberian flag hangs on the back wall. BESSIE is six and a half months pregnant. Lights up on HELENA sitting on a metal tub, styling BESSIE’s wig, they look offstage.

HELENA: (Getting up.) Does dat look like the CO to you?

BESSIE: Sorry! I tought I smell him, he has dis smell, I can smell it, can’t you smell it? Maybe it just me who know his smell well well. Let’s leave ha for few minute.

(HELENA pushes her over and lets THE GIRL out from under the tub.)

BESSIE: (To THE GIRL.) Sorry.

(Pulls her wig off, goes and sits down next to tub again.)

BESSIE: Can you finish (Indicating hair.) it making my wig not sit right.

HELENA: Come. (Starts to finish braiding BESSIE’s hair.)

(To THE GIRL). So den whot happen when he go back?

THE GIRL: Oh, ya, dere dis one joke I no tell you, one time de servant call him, he say, he say, ‘you sweat from a baboon’s balls’ (Laughing.)

(HELENA and BESSIE are quiet.)

HELENA: Whot dat?

THE GIRL: It baboon sweating in de, de man parts – den he calling him dat

HELENA: Oh…ahh…ahh ha, ya dat funny, dat funny.

BESSIE: So in de end he stay wit de African wife?

THE GIRL: Wait! He lovin de American gal so she say no den he go back to Zamunda in Africa

HELENA: Where Zamunda – I neva hear of no Zamunda

THE GIRL: It not real

HELENA: Oh.

BESSIE: Why he no be from Liberia?

THE GIRL: I don’t know. So he come back and dey have a big, big weddin

BESSIE: Wit de African gal!

THE GIRL: WAIT! So we all tinking it wit de African gal and she walking wit de big wedding dress

BESSIE: African wedding dress?

THE GIRL: Ahhh…no…it woz de white one

BESSIE: Oh…dose ones borin.

THE GIRL: Ya. So he looking sad sad cause he tink it gon be de African one – and den, and den she get to de front and it NOT! It de American gal!

BESSIE: So…de American gal win.

THE GIRL: NO!! Dat de woman he love.

HELENA: But he could have been wit me or you or ha – but de American tek him. And you say he Prince wit lot o money. He could have been wit poor African gal den she can hep ha family. You say ha fada have restaurant – so she no need dat hep. I no like dat.

THE GIRL: NO! It movie – it not real, it just a story

HELENA: I no like dat story. I goin –

(HELENA jumps and puts tub roughly over THE GIRL, and sits on it, BESSIE resumes her position. Both look up at a man and watch him, they jump into line as though in an army formation. BESSIE responds to him, gestures at herself, puts on her wig and walks out, following him – the audience cannot see him. HELENA watches them go, and lets THE GIRL out from under tub.)

THE GIRL: How long I stay unda ere like dis?

HELENA: How long? Don’t know right now.

THE GIRL: How long you been ere for?

HELENA: Long time. Long, long time. Dey no let me go after de first world war, dey been keeping me for years.

THE GIRL: Since you was how old?

HELENA: Young.

THE GIRL: Ten years, twelve years, fifteen years, whot?

HELENA: Ten – fiftee – ten years.

THE GIRL: And how many years you got now?

(BESSIE enters, goes and wipes between her legs with a cloth, comes and joins them, pulls off her wig and sits back down for HELENA to finish braiding.)

HELENA: Lots of dem

THE GIRL: Whot? Whot dat mean?

BESSIE: It mean she old! If she knew how many years she had she would have told you a long time ago.

THE GIRL: You no know how many years you got?

HELENA: I neva say dat.

BESSIE: So how many den?

HELENA: Enough to pull your head bald you no shut your mout

THE GIRL: Do you wanna know? Maybe we can figure it out.

HELENA: No, dat’s fine.

THE GIRL: Don’t you want to know? I don know, I just tink we should know who we are, whot year we got, where we come from. Dis war not forever.

HELENA: Dat whot it feel like

THE GIRL: Ya, but it not. I want to keep doing tings. I fifteen years. I know dat. I want to do sometin wit myself, be a doctor or Member of Parliament or sometin

BESSIE: A whot?

HELENA: So whot has dat got to do wit how many years I got?

THE GIRL: It go hep you to know alla your particulars.

HELENA: Okay – so how yo...