AMA EBONY | MILES BETWEEN HEARTS

I AM AMA EBONY

AMA EBONY | BY WARD9ICE

EPISODE 3: Miles Between Hearts

Theme

Long-Distance Love 

Synopsis

Ama is in a long-distance relationship with Chuka, a postgraduate student in the UK. Miscommunication and assumptions begin to strain their bond. When Chuka accuses Ama of being “too public” online, Ama defends her integrity and redefines trust across distance.

 

SCENE 1 – INT. AMA’S ROOM – NIGHT

Ama and Chuka video chat.

CHUKA I saw your post. You were dancing with some guy. Is that what love looks like to you?

AMA EBONY It was a drama rehearsal. You didn’t ask, you assumed.

 

SCENE 2 – INT. CAMPUS STUDIO – DAY

Ama rehearses a monologue about trust and distance.

AMA EBONY (MONOLOGUE) Love isn’t proximity. It’s presence. It’s choosing someone even when they’re not in the room.

 

SCENE 3 – INT. VIDEO CALL – NIGHT

Ama and Chuka talk again.

CHUKA I’m sorry. I let fear speak louder than faith.

AMA EBONY Then let faith speak now. I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m asking you to believe in me.

They smile. Connection restored.

AMA EBONY | THE PROPOSAL TRAP | SECOND EDITION

I AM AMA EBONY

AMA EBONY | BY WARD9ICE

Episode 2: The Proposal Trap

Synopsis:

Ama Ebony is approached by Kunle, a charming final-year law student who believes her provocative appearance signals an easy conquest. He publicly declares his interest, but Ama quickly realizes he’s more interested in ego than connection. Through a series of confrontations and reflections, Ama dismantles Kunle’s assumptions and teaches him that love is not about appearances or dominance, but about depth and mutual respect.

Yes! It's MONDAY

By: Ward9ice

Monday Morning: The Comedy Edition

Your alarm goes off.
You open one eye, glare at it, and wonder who invented Mondays and why they haven’t been brought to justice yet.

IT;S SIMPLY A LIFE STAGE | LIKE IT | HATE IT | LIFE GOES ON

-SPEACIAL FEATURE-

Theatrical Piece for A Monday Morning Routine

BY Ward9ice

Monday Morning: The Scene

The alarm cuts through the quiet like a sharp knock on a locked door.
Your eyes open slowly, the room still tinted with the soft grey of dawn.
Somewhere outside, a rooster crows, not because you asked it to, but because Monday doesn’t wait for anyone.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed. The floor feels cooler than you expected.
The air carries that faint mix of weekend leftovers, the scent of yesterday’s stew, and the crisp promise of a new day.

FROM SUNDAY SHADOWS TO FRIDAY FREEDOM

-WARD9ICE-

The Nollywood‑worthy drama of a Nigerian workweek

Starring: Alarms, Danfos, and the quiet Heroism of Showing Up

PROLOGUE - THE WEEK Nigeria, Monday isn’t just a day. It’s a production AS CINEMA

The cast: Millions of everyday heroes.

The soundtrack: Generators, street hawkers, and the occasional motivational WhatsApp broadcast.

The plot: A journey to weekday battle — and back again from weekend bliss.

Lead Actor: Solomon, takes us through the three‑act epic we all know too well.

 

ACT ONE - SUNDAY NIGHT: THE SILENT WAR

8:59 p.m. — The weekend is still breathing, but barely.
The fan hums. A neighbour’s generator coughs.
WhatsApp family groups erupt with blessings:

“Good night o, blessed week ahead, in Jesus’ name!” — Aunty Blessing

Solomon replies with a single emoji, while calculating how many hours of sleep he’ll get if he closes his eyes right now.

Well, it’s been somebody’s weekly routine - Solomon

-Feature story-

By: Ward9ice

THE WEEKLY BLUES

Prologue

Across Nigeria, Monday isn’t just a day. It’s a production, a chorus of generators, hawkers, and hope, where millions step into character and the city plays the score. Our protagonist, Solomon, walks the arc we all know: dread, rise, grind, release.

Sunday night

The clock says 8:59 p.m., but your weekend spirit insists it’s still afternoon. The fan hums. A neighbor’s gen clears its throat. WhatsApp family broadcasts bloom with blessings. You reply with one emoji and a mental calculation of possible sleep.

HARD BREAK - The Screenplay

-WARD9ICE-

BISI LAWRENCE is holidaying with her parents in the city. Usually, a holiday is a moment for happiness, merriments and adventures. But for Bisi, it's an indoor world of loneliness and depression. Why is everyone so concerned about her love-life? Why is she bent on resigning from the human race? What then happens when she suddenly receives a buzz from MIKE, her best friend's boyfriend? "HARD BREAK", this story is based on the love-life experience of an adorable teenage girl. Curtsy of WARD9ICE, this screenplay format of the teenage love story “HARD BREAK” is an advance preamble of the FULL STORY which is set to publish soon on this platform.

HARD BREAK

BY: ward9ice

Genre: Teen Drama / Romance Setting: A modest city apartment, present day

CHARACTERS

• BISI LAWRENCE – 17, introspective, emotionally fragile but intelligent
• MRS. LAWRENCE – Bisi’s mother, Ada, warm but intrusive
• MR. LAWRENCE – Bisi’s father, quiet and observant
• TOLA – Bisi’s best friend, bubbly and unaware
• MIKE – Tola’s boyfriend, charming and complicated

The Epic Nollywood Saga of a Nigerian Workweek - Ward9ice

By:  Ward9ice

From Sunday Shadows to Friday Freedom: The Epic Nollywood Saga of a Nigerian Workweek

Prologue: The Universal Struggle

Across the globe, Monday mornings are a shared human trial, a ritual of alarm clocks, coffee cups, and reluctant commutes. But in Nigeria, the experience is not just a routine. It’s a production. A full‑blown, multi‑act drama with a cast of millions, a soundtrack of honking danfos and sizzling akara, and a plot that begins long before the alarm rings.

This is the story of one man, Solomon, and his weekly odyssey from the quiet dread of Sunday night to the sweet, trumpet‑blaring victory of Friday evening.

WAITING | Rosalene, we are not growing any younger. I want to see and feel my grandchildren while I am alive. Now I don’t care any longer even if that has to come from Lucifer’s brother - MOTHER

 

DAY. SAME SCENE. Mary, Rose, chatting …

ROSIE

I’m really glad to see you again, Mary.

MARY

Same here, Rosie. Same here.

ROSIE

Now tell me, when did you arrive, and how is Los Angeles?

MARY

Oh! LA is fine. I arrived last week Friday. Rosie, you know what … I can’t believe you are still with this guy after all these years?

ROSIE

It’s my life, pal … It’s my life …

MARY

Now, I’m no longer surprised.

ROSIE

What at?

MARY

Our friends are making a topical issue out of the situation. I mean, that’s all I got from them since my arrival.

ROSIE

I see … Well, everyone is entitled to his or her opinion.

WAITING | And why won't I shed tears for the rest of my life if I so care? - Mother

MOTHER

And why won’t I shed tears for the rest of my life if I care? Darling, I’m a woman. I know how painful it is to bear a child. So, how do you expect me to feel when I suddenly wake up to realize that my only daughter is gone … just like that, eh?

FATHER

Mind you, dear, Rosie is not dead.

MOTHER

Yes, she’s only away. But what difference does that make? I can’t see her when I want to. She doesn’t visit us. She’s alive, yes. But I don’t feel her presence anywhere. So, tell me, what difference is there  - dead or alive? (sobs loud)

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WAITING | I mean, considering the controversies in your relationship with Uncle Thomas, I have come to realize that I must be very cautious when I am set for marriage. - BEN

ROSIE

I see.

BEN

I keep saying to myself, this lady, like everyone else deserves the leadership of her own life. So, why not just leave her alone and believe that she knows exactly what she is doing?

ROSIE

Tell you, what, you are a great little brother, Ben. You may be fifteen, but you certainly do have an old head on young shoulders. I really do wish everyone concerned could share your view. (gives him a peck) Food, drink, or both?

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WAITING | It’s so funny a thing, this my poor little life. I still find it hard to believe she’s madly in love with me - THOMAS

ROSIE

Mother, please let’s drop this subject. Please …

MOTHER

Drop this subject, you say? Listen, Rosie, it surprises me that you still don’t realize how much pain your attitude is inflicting on your father and I. What is it with you? Your father disowned you hoping that would make you change your mind about Thomas Thomas. But ‘to hell with a father’ you said. And the poor man came back confused and apologetic. Now look at yourself – God! You’re growing fast overdue for marriage, Rosie. People bother me each passing day … such an embarrassment, I never could have the guts to tell any of them that Rosaline, my only daughter is engaged to a drunkard … “drop the subject”, you still say?  

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WARD9ice | WAITING

Update coming soon!  

WARD9ice | WAITING

We present a play titled WAITING, classified as STATE BLAST from the WARD9ice franchise.  “Waiting” is published and updated weekly on this blog for your reading pleasure.

SET

Rosie’s Room

Father’s Bedroom

Thomas’ Livingroom

CHARACTERS

Rosie, a college student

Michael Majek

Mother

Father

Thomas, a football coach

Mary, Rosie's girlfriend

Ben, Rosie's younger brother

WAITING

SYNOPSIS

ROSIE is just been informed that MICHAEL her fiancé is dead. She’s informed that he died in a bomb explosion in his living room. But Rosie refuses to believe the story despite all available evidence. Instead, she chooses to wait for a different report even if it means doing so forever. What then becomes of her under the circumstance as her father suddenly disowns and sends her packing from his house rather than show love and sympathy?

 

PROLOGUE

The actions here are partly in mime. Lights meet ROSIE returning to her room from lectures, drops her books and handbag on the reading table, and puts on the radio set, while a rap musical begins to play she prepares herself a glass of water, takes a sip, dances to the music in a manner showing she is in tune with the times. Now the phone (landline) rings, she stops dancing, lowers the volume of the music, and picks up the call.

ROSIE

(on the phone)

Rosie, speaking. Who’s on the line? … Oh, Michael, Darling … I’m fine. And you? (the voice on the other end seems in a hurry) Darling, what’s the hurry? I mean, your voice is shaky, and … where? … but-but why – Hello! (no response) Hello, Michael! (no response) Hello! (no response).

Seems confused for a moment,  she attempts to call a number from her mobile, hesitates, picks up her handbag, starts for the door, hesitates, attempts it again, enter MOTHER, weeping silently, tears welling up her eyes, stripping her cheeks.

MOTHER

(toneless)

Rosie!

ROSIE

(curious)

Yes, mother. What’s the problem? Why are you crying? (no response) Mother, please talk to me … what’s the problem?

MOTHER

Michael … Michael Majek is dead …

ROSIE

(confused)

Dead? No! No, mother. He couldn’t be dead. I mean, I have just spoken with him on the phone and he said he –

MOTHER

Rosie, he’s dead … Michael is dead …

WARD9ice | THE WAY OF THE WORLD

OTSEMOBOR is an undergraduate student. No, he is more than a student. I mean, he could approach anything in a skirt no matter the given circle. He’s gifted in the act of winning over the opposite sex and has done this severally in favor of his peers and himself. There was this exclusive party to be hosted by a popular Governor in West Africa. Of course, Ose was not invited. But he had all the details. Don’t ask me how because I don’t know ‘how’. Anyway, he found his way into the party and without long he had spotted his catch.

“ Hello!” he said confidently as party jams fill the atmosphere.

“ Hi!” the lady responds arrogantly. 

“We seem to be the only ones not catching the fun at this party, don’t you think so?” he fired.

“Please, excuse me. I’m not interested in the pleasure of any conversation. Thank you!” she snapped.

Ward9ice | Strawberry Jam Under the Sea

WARD9ice this moment brings you curtesy, reedsy.com,  Strawberry Jam Under the Sea, a story entry submitted into Contest #192 by Aeris Walker about someone stuck in an endless cycle who finally manages to break free.

I am swimming, thrusting my arms through golden water—golden-like oil. The water grows thick and syrupy, then it pulls me under. I’m in a bottle, glass sloping above me. Someone tilts and pours, and I slide onto a pan, palms burning from the heat. I slip and roll in the slick spill. Steam rises off my wet hair. Then I am smothered under the sticky weight of raw meat.

“Mommy, can I sleep with you?”

The voice startles me, a breathy whisper in the dark. Then it comes again.

“Please? I had a bad dream.” Jack’s lisped dweem melts my heart, and I can’t say no.

WARD9ice | DOUBLE DATING

 DOUBLE DATING

TO IMPRESS HIS FRIEND JOHN CHATS WITH MICHAEL ABOUT HIS HOLIDAY ROMANCE WITH BUNMI. BUT THEN IT ONLY TURNS OUT THAT BUNMI IS MICHAEL’S FIANCEE

This story is set in the day at a leisure park in Lagos, Nigeria.

 

MICHAEL: Wao! John, it’s been ages since we last met.

JOHN: Yes. But I was in your neighborhood last week, I asked after Saint and I was told you had moved.

MICHAEL: Even if I hadn’t moved you would have found it difficult to trace me with the name “Saint”. I am known as Mike around here You know, my real name. So how do find Lagos?

JOHN: Oh, wonderful. The ladies are really sweet. I traveled to Jos with one angel last week and we really had a great time together. S*x with her was hmmn… fantastic!

KOTANSIBE - and the story comes to an end

                                         TANKO

This village will rise again. This village will once again taste good life, a life of comfort and plenty, so says the gods. (While Townspeople now begin to rejoice, Tanko zeroes in on Chinedu, and shrieks, everyone remains quiet). But then, on the condition that (pointing at chinedu) he is appointed to manage the farms, so says the gods. (there is jubilation in the air). 

NARRATOR

Please, ask the gods, who should be king of this village since the former has gone to join his ancestors. (he does so, once again casting his strings of divination).

TANKO

(looks into the crowd, zeroes in on Jibola)

Chief Jibola! You are the chosen one.

Other chiefs come forward and invest Jibola in royal robes and crown while Townspeople dance round him, paying homage.

ROYAL BARD

Kabiyesi, you’ll last long to rule us. Kolanut lasts long in the mouths of them who value it.

Heavy bata drumming materialises and ROYAL BARD dance off to the rhythm. Suddenly, lighting (the gods) strikes Tanko dead, everyone watches motionlessly, gapping, stunned.

Narrator turns to look at the corpse, shakes his head slowly, starts away.

 

 BLACKOUT.

IF YOU HAVE MISSED PREVIOUS EPISODES OF THIS SERIES PLEASE, CLICK HERE TO CATCH-UP.

Is – th – this the end of – of life? - King Oyeyemi

 

OYEYEMI

Is – th – this the end of – of life? I shou-shouldn’t have done it oooo. I ha-have lied to the people. I have robbed them , in-insulted them … (he coughs delicately in the process and gives up the ghost). 

EPILOGUE

A dirge rising into fullness from the background. While all the actions in this frame are in mime, narrator appears once again, regards the corpses on the ground one after another with disappointment and sympathy, the song is hummed as he turns to address the audience, Palace messengers begin to convey the corpses –

Follow-up the update here on KOTANSIBE

Your highness, this is insult - OKORO

OYEYEMI

(feigns a disappointment)

My people, what can I say now? You have seen it yourself that without the knowledge of anyone of us the late chief Abiodun Kotansibe had sold his farmland to this gentleman, chief Alayemo. I mean, the document bears it all with all the witnesses and signatories. 

Before now Chinedu has been assisting his father to decode the content of the document. 

OKORO

(suddenly destroying the document)

Your Highness, this is insult!

ELDERS

(in a chorus)

Yes, your Highness. This is injustice!

BODE

Your Highness, how can the only fertile land in Kotansibe be sold to a complete stranger? Our only source of livelihood, given away just like that?!

Follow-up the update here on KOTANSIBE