Obu – Stop and speak! Let your name be known.
Egbe – Egbe is the spoken word you’re looking for.
Obu – No need to repeat. Welcome. I was expecting you.
Egbe – Isn’t it sad that now we have to disguise for ordinary life, not for theatre?
Obu – That’s how we have to evolve when threatened, so that we survive.
Egbe – Masquerade or be vanished… Our drama.
Obu – I know. A convulsion in history now that the empires have expanded.
Egbe – At least we still have our rituals and art.
Obu – Until the religious promotions allow us. For now, we stay parallel to society.
Egbe – And underground. For safety.
Obu – But not for long. Action is needed.
Egbe – Yes. And I’ve got a plan written right here.
Obu – I’ll be your audience then. Speak.
Egbe – I have designed what to say, what to do, how to act, what to enact.
Obu – Sounds like a convention to perform.
Egbe – Yes it is.
Obu – Then let’s get out of the underground.
Egbe – Once back into the limelight.
Obu – Indeed. Now let’s go back into the festival, sheltered among the chants.
Egbe – Well spoken. You lead, I’ll follow.
[Originally written in 2008.]