Milango

By Anthony Ndawula

The play is a political sequel to the political turmoil in the world. It is not meant to imitate or to showcase any political system, but rather, it is for those who would enjoy reading about political infirmity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524507480

Anthony Ndawula

About the Author The author was born in Uganda; studied at East Kololo PS, Kitante Hill School, Ntare School, and Kololo High School; graduated from Makerere University with a BA, a PGDE, and a master’s degree in PCS; taught at Makerere College School for twenty years; and is now a resident in California and a freelance writer.

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Rev. date: 06/08/2016

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Contents

Cast

Latent Package

Latent Package One

Latent Package Two

Perceived Package

Perceived Package One

Perceived Package Two

Perceived Package Three

Felt Package

Felt Package One

Felt Package Two

Felt Package Three

Manifest Package

Manifest Package One

Manifest Package Two

The Aftermath

Cast

Milango retired teacher

Mrs. Milango his wife

Samadu former lecturer

Kamiro Milango’s neighbor

Judge Mutefu

Prosecutor

Court clerk

Honorable Munyago

Nsega Aide to Honorable Munyago

Secretary to Honorable Munyago

Captain

Police officer 1

Police officer 2

Disguised Man

LATENT PACKAGE

Latent Package One

Mr. and Mrs. Milango’s home. The sun is seated firmly above the home. The sitting room has an old sofa set and a television set that no longer functions. The walls of the room have taken time without paint and are cracking with every passing year. A cabinet with old books lies in one corner. Curtains that are very transparent welcome anyone to the home. Photos of their four children litter the walls. All the children are abroad, though only one sends money once in a while to support the parents. But the favorite photo is the one of their wedding day. Their home was always clean and neat despite the biting poverty. Mrs. Milango is home alone trying to tidy up the sitting room and at the same time stealing glances at the photo.

All of a sudden, Kamiro, from one of his drinking errands, drags himself into the house.

Kamiro: [In a jovial mood bumps into Mrs. Milango] Yes, goodly neighbor, how has been your day? Not as stressful as mine I hope!

Mrs. Milango: [Giving him an agonized look] Don’t you ever knock?

Kamiro: Am sorry. I will remember that next time. What is it? You look worn out. You have not heard from him today?

Mrs. Milango: [Breaks down] From that day they bundled him onto a police pickup and took him away, I have not heard a word from him.

Kamiro: That is a little worrying. A woman without a man is like a dry river bed lined up with security boulders!

Mrs. Milango: Very worrying especially when they claimed they had warned him numerous times but he seemed to have blocked ears, so they were taking him to unwax his ears and put a little sense in his conical cranium.

Kamiro: [Chuckling] You will excuse me for that, but sometimes bad times call for laughter. I had warned Milango to stop his agitations. These guys are callous and impervious, but he would not take heed. Why come between the monster and his fangs?

Mrs. Milango: [Annoyed] Of course, he is no coward like you are. Do you expect us to die in these tatters or die of hunger just because some people don’t want to be reminded of what belongs to us?

Kamiro: Call me what you like, at least am free. Am not the one who was airlifted onto some police machine.

Mrs. Milango: Oh my god, do you know what freedom is? I will educate you. Freedom means…

Kamiro: [Cuts her short] For your information, I went to school, and I was taught what freedom is.

Mrs. Milango: Just like all your friends, you hide in books, books, and books. Yes, you must have been told that in books, you will foresee the future. In books, milk and honey hides therein. In books, tranquility abodes. But in books, sometimes peoples’ visions are blurred, and they don’t see what is on the ground. Please jump out of that box and come home. Stop that world of fantasy.

Kamiro: [Confused] I am not following. What are you talking about?

Mrs. Milango: Not that it surprises me, I would not expect you to understand. You are always buried in changaa and boiling your lungs, competing with the distillers’ factory.

Kamiro: [Incensed] Woman, why do you pride yourself in abusing me? I think you are going too far, yet unprovoked. Could you show some respect to me. I am a married man with wives and children.

Mrs. Milango: I have never known respect to be summoned or someone to be entitled to respect. You only deserve it from your deeds, the way you take yourself, call it conduct and actually what people think of you. The other thing I don’t pride myself in is abusing people, though sometimes a little abuse keeps the joints loose.

Kamiro: [Inquisitively] In short, what are you trying to say?

Mrs. Milango: What am saying is that freedom means having food on your plate when you need it. It means talking of your grievances without fear of persecution. It means being able to put clothes on your body. It means voting someone of your choice without raising an eyebrow. It means being able to pay fees for your children in school. Need I