Soft drumming opens the scene as women in black-and-white cloth form a tight semicircle, whispering as if sharing a sacred secret. “Have you seen howYaa Yaa turns tragedy into action?” one asks. “Hmmm… no widowwalks alone when she’s around!” another replies. A third nods vigorously: Food? She handles it. Venue? She oversees it. Music? She arranges it. Service? She coordinates it. Emotional support? 1000%. In fact, she makes sure the entire burial goes smoothly. They recount how she advises widows with tough love—“Ei, save! Care for your children! Dress themwell! Send them to school!”—and admire her soft heart for orphans. “She truly embodies, ‘I ammy sister’s keeper,’” they conclude before breaking into joyful dancing and call-and-response praise. Lights dim as the curtain falls. SCENE SEVEN PART I I AMMY SISTER’S KEEPER 134 The Birthday Journal
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