A grand courtyard glows under golden sunset light. Drummers and dancers in regal Kente surround the gathering community. Yaa Yaa enters with quiet dignity, her grown children at her side. Proud drumbeats resound: “Ye tiri nkwa ooo!” and the crowd roars, “Ye tiri nkwa!” The narrator announces, “This is the woman who conquered sorrow, turned storms into lessons, and raised warriors from tiny hands.” The lead drummer asks, “Who shaped these lives?” The ensemble replies, “Yaa Yaa! Mother, guide, heart of gold!” He feigns disbelief: “Ei! She did all this… and still smiles??” Laughter ripples through the audience. The narrator continues, “She was once a carefree young girl—crying Yoo Yoo in Fanti NewTown, selling sponges, chasing love—and still became a queen in her own home!” A drum strikes sharply as the ensemble sings, “Yaa Yaa! From crybaby to queen, frombone-shaker bus tomarket hustle, from single mama to legend supreme!” The narrator reflects, “Her children flourish. Her friends celebrate. Her community honors her. And her story? It will live forever in song, dance, and laughter.” A child actor steps forward proudly: “Mummy says—nomatter the storms, stand tall and fight!” “Yes,” the narrator affirms, “and she did.” The finale rises in swirling music as dancers and children circle Yaa Yaa. Golden lights glitter like sunset as the crowd chants, “Yaa Yaa! Yaa Yaa! Our mother, our legend!” Drums, dance, laughter, and celebration close the scene in joyful Monicawood chaos. SCENE SIX THE LEGACY OF YAA YAA The Birthday Journal 119
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