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Abstract
The stage is dimly lit, the music is sadder and bare, full of hopelessness and nothingness. Ikem is a full grown man. Dressed in black, he looks deranged. He speaks animatedly and keen. He's also somewhat drunk as he's clutching to a bottle he momentarily takes gulps from. He's bearing a bouquet of flowers on his other arm. The entire mood is melancholy. He looks into space as he reflects. The space is a grave yard and stands before Nkemakolam's grave.
