Many are the ideas and projects meant to change the society and to support the under privileged but few are expertly crafted and executed and even fewer are noble with no spare thought on the profit margin.
At the National Theatre on Friday came a cause, a noble one to fighting malnutrition in society even if it was targeted mainly at the SOS Villages in Ghana.
My name is Romance was the vehicle, a seven member hilarious cast directed by Nii Commey was the driver and thousands of audience who thronged the theatre were the passengers in what was hugely an entertaining two and half hour ride destined to save young lives at the SOS Children Village from the shackles of malnutrition.
Every single penny realized from gate proceeds, every kobo contributed by the audience midway through the entertaining ride, every pledge was targeted at saving a soul at the SOS villages and what a night it was.
If the cause was noble, the drama itself was thought provoking playing out a rather delicate issue of love and lust, fornication and marriage, trust and lies laced with side splitting dialogues that left the audience awe-struck for most part.
Even if the ride was bumpy a few times occasioned by poor sound quality, the master story teller told his story in superb fashion, and sent his message across with such mastery thanks to a determined cast who against all odds thrilled a truly generous audience.
Fameyeh was a lyrical man of many women. He had genuinely fallen in love with one, a lawyer and was planning to marry her but his stinking past came back to haunt him.
Fameyeh kept the zip of his trousers pretty much opened and available to all women. He impregnated a number of them, some, more than once. But with a promise of love and an empty assurance of marriage Fameyeh rather wittingly, managed to convince Ewurabena to abort as many times she got pregnant for Fameyeh.
She did, out of love, or rather out of naivety but just when she realized the love of her love was planning to marry another woman, revenge was on her mind. But she was not the only one.
Adoley Jollof was also pregnant for Fameyeh, even if it took awhile for her to recognize the man who actually got her pregnant.
Unlike Ewurama who was quite diplomatic in her protest and even played a role of a cousin to Fameyeh at some point, Adoley Jollof was in no mood for diplomacy.
With her litigant uncouth uncle, the two turned Fameyeh’s house into their play ground, blackmailed and demanded compensation for the child yet unborn.
In a sharp contrast to the maxim show me your friend and I will show you your character, Fameyeh had a friend but he had a different philosophy.
Obodai had little respect for women, despised Tina, his girl friend, and rubbished their planned wedding. He would not print glossy wedding cards which would only end up in the dustbins of supposed well wishers. His invitations would be sent via whatsapp.
Nobody would take more than one drink at his wedding unless one was ready to pay for it. Accountability was his catch phrase. These outrageous conditions notwithstanding, Tina was not ready for a “premarital divorce.” Marriage to Obodai was for her a must even if it was to her corpse.
Swapping wits with ready jokes the cast carried the audience all the way through until Fameyeh found love and Obodai lost one.
It was for a good cause and a superb drama at that- another Nii Commey handwriting.