Lights lift to a busy marketplace. Yaa Yaa bargains fiercely with vendors as her children count coins nearby. The narrator booms, “Others would have broken… cried… given up. But Yaa Yaa? No! She stood up, lifted her chin, and faced life like a warrior woman!” The scene shifts to an empty, unfinished bungalow—no windows, no ceilings, tiles missing. “Before KNUST even thought to ask her to leave,” the narrator explains, “she had already packed. Stormy nights came; wind howled; yet she held her children close.” Her voice echoes softly: “We are better than those with nowhere to lay their heads.” Lights brighten as cement bags, tiles, and workmen fill the stage. “She scraped funds, bought cement, fixed tiles, sold her precious items, hawked goods—until her home was complete.” The narrator lifts his staff: “Her children never dropped out. She became bothmother and father, waking them at night for pep talks, praying over their heads. Still, she helped others—an orphan, a shoe-shine boy—spreading hope everywhere she went.”With a triumphant beat, he declares, “Yaa Yaa! Mother of all…we salute you!” The lights soften and fade. SCENE FIVE PART II SINGLE MAMA The Birthday Journal 83
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