Video Script: My Best Friend & Under My Bed

Voice Over (Female Child)

Visualization

‘I have a friend. She lives in my house.’

The little girl is peeping from a window. There is another window at the right side, there is a replica of the same girl in this window. The replica is a little faded.

‘When I am happy, so is she.’

The little girl is going round and round with her hands spread out. Her replica/reflection is also dancing by her side.

‘When I cry, she cries too.’

Both of the girls are crying.

‘But I cannot hear her voice.

My friend lives inside the mirror.’

”Come out,’ I tell her, ‘we will play.’

She does not come out.’

Now the little girl is standing in front of a mirror. She is holding a billy in her hands. She looks at her reflection in the mirror. She appears to be sad.

‘I am not happy.

I go to sleep.’

The little girl is lying in the bed. She is asleep on her front with both hands below her face.

‘She comes out of the mirror when I am sleeping. We have a lot of fun.’

The little girl is holding both hands with her replica. Both of them are going round and round around each other. There is little cuckoo flying around them.

‘We play, run, shout, and scream together.’

Both of them are now standing under a tree. There are two huts behind them. An owl, a cuckoo and a squirrel are playing around them. The girls are shouting.

‘When I talk to her, she also talks to me.’

Now both the girls are sitting on the branch of a tree, with their hands around each other’s shoulders. There is a blue bird flying around them. A butterfly too is hovering around them. The branch is laden with many colourful leaves.

‘In the morning, my friend will go back into the mirror.’

Now both the little girls are hugging each other in a window.

‘But I do not mind at all. We will play again in my dreams!’

The little girl is looking in the mirror. Her reflection is asleep in there.

No Voice Over(Subtitles)

Visualization

‘I wake up at night feeling thirsty.

I want to get some water. I start

Looking for my slippers under the bed.’

An 8 year old boy wakes up, gets down from his bed and peeps under it for his slippers. He sees big flashing eyes of a tiger under his bed.

‘Oh, no! There’s a tiger under my bed.’

The boy is crouching over his bed and looking down. The back of the tiger appears under the bed.

‘Now what shall I do? Shall I call Ma? What if the tiger comes out?’

The boy lowers his head below the bed and he sees the back of the tiger.

‘Should I just go back to sleep? But I am not sleepy anymore.’

He lies down back on his bed. He is lying on his side. He covers his head with the blanket yet his face is still open and his hands are on his face.

(Then someone turns on the light. Ma is standing at the door.)

‘What happened, dear? Did you call me?’

Ma is standing at the door. The little boy lifts his blanket from one side and looks at her.

(I point towards the tiger. Ma bends and pulls the tiger out from under the bed!)

Ma bends down and pulls the tiger from under the bed. The little boy crouches with her.

‘Hey! There is no tiger.

This is my yellow and black sweater. Its buttons shine like a tiger’s eyes.’

Ma stands up and shows the sweater to the boy. The little boy sticks his tongue out with both his hands below his chin.

‘I got frightened for nothing.’

The boy wears the sweater and smiles.

‘Now I will sleep and dream about real tigers in the jungle!’

Ayomah Was A Young Man So Anxious About A Future Decided By Money

The scars of his experience selling newspapers at Oshodi can be shown in deep weals and scars across Ayomah’s arms and legs. The mental scars simmers behind a face which seldom smiles without the soothing encouragement from his wife. He does remembers clearly what his Mama said to him before his departure to Nigeria.

“Ayoma, you are the youngest of my three children, your other two half-sisters have all left with their foreign fathers… you are my only hope.” Putting her right hand over Ayomah’s right shoulder and holding the stick with her left hand in order to keep her balance, she continued, “I do understand that poverty is not an abstract, it has been the daily life of you and me… and it kills, It’s true that money hassles us all the time, partly because we sometimes fail to distinguish clearly the difference between wants and needs.”

She sighed for a moment and continued, “My son, we may desire some things in life, may want them badly, but do not truly need them. A fuzzy line between wants and needs may lead us into taking unnecessary risks.” As she toiled to ease the pain in her left leg that has just been operated upon, she said, “Ayoma, as a young man so anxious about a future decided by money, I wouldn’t discourage you from leaving home in order to seek for greener pastures elsewhere, you do have my blessings where ever you decide to go.” “Do send my regards to your half-sister Cecelia”

Ayomah wondered why his Mama asked him to send her regards to Cecelia when she was far away in Taiwan. He was only leaving for Nigeria – half-sister country that shares both cultural and linguistic affinity with his country, Ghana. Why didn’t his Mama ask him to send her regards to his other half-sister Patricia, who was in England? It was to take him another 10 years to come to terms with his Mama’s parting words.