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Caspar Aide's Diary
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Summary
What would you do if you knew there were stingy people with shocking habits near the ones you love?
The night of the banquet party in Scintella changes everything for Caspar Aide, a 13-year-old from nowhere.
Thrown into love and tragedy, the gracious, popular youth soon gets to know that his free spirited life is beginning to get over.
Will his conscience allow him to do whatever is needed to stop the stingy people?
Publisher: Mutero K'onyoReleased: Jun 3, 2018ISBN: 9781386750482Format: book
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EPIGRAPH
Aye have foe soe lohng been yo’r catch and es theya any gre’t sin t’an beynge thæt e’er séance aye wath born, Sire!
ALSO BY THE SAME AUTHOR:
PANTAGUELA: THE DEVILS (see excerpt at the back)
FOR
Joy Joy,
MY CHILDREN and GRANDCHILDREN
DEDICATED TO:
MOST ESPECIALLY,
MY MUM, MRS. ROSE SSEMPA,
That MOTHERS Always WIN NO MATTER WHAT
SETTINGS for production purposes (MAIN)
At the Bridge in Bacchants
Backyard of the market stalls
Beer joint between the market stalls and a store room
Doctor Jeepers’ attorney’s office
Doctor Jeepers’ residence
Junior Offenders’ section/The Jailer’s stead
Little homestead
Local Police Station of Scintella
Medical Center in Bacchants
Metallic workshop in Bacchants
Pacific Mansion
Saline’s stead
Sunday Teaching room
The Bench Mark
The Burgomaster’s work place
The Great School
The Justice’s chamber
The Marquis of Scintella’s judicial home
The old woman’s house
The orchard
The Philosopher’s homestead
The Purples’ Royal stead
Tidy court room
Town Hall
Wooden market stalls
LEAD CHARACTERS (for Production Purposes)
Admirer – Personal guard to The Burgomaster.
Amine – The darling daughter of the Philosopher.
Ampire – Clerk to The Marquis of Scintella.
Angel – The Jailer’s last born and his daughter.
Anise – Lord Kean’s personal secretary.
Annabel – A beautiful but treacherous woman at the Pacific Mansion;
Barrister Nancy – Junior member of the Oranges legal camp.
Calvary Officer – Armored corps officer in Scintella.
Chancellor – The head of the Gre’t School.
Clerk – Court room administrator.
Color Leaders (Black, Yellow, Red, Green) – Political leaders of such color parties;
Counsel – The head of administration in Scintella.
Customer – A client to the Local Cobbler.
Danton – Saline’s last born with Jewish origin.
Elmer – A honorable army man and relative to Lord Kean.
Executive Director – Senior member of Scintella’s town administration.
Eyre – A close confidant of Lord Kean who resides in Bacchants.
Five-Man-Delegation – Guardsmen of The Burgomaster.
Home Troupe – The cultural performers in Scintella.
Jeepers, Doctor - Medical practitioner in Bacchants/gardener;
Lady Nancy Therese – A wife to Lord Kean.
Linda – The Jailer’s better-half.
Local Cobbler – A road-side shoe vendor in Scintella;
Lord Kean – Head of the Oranges royal line and master of the Pacific Mansion.
Lucia – The Jailer’s young daughter; sister to Skyla;
Madam Best – Patron of the Sunday school in Scintella.
Mediators (6) – Acting dispute officers in Scintella.
Messenger – Recipient to Lord Kean at the Pacific Mansion;
Meyer – A teen scholar of Doctor Jeepers;
Mina – The Jailer’s adopted son.
Monahan – The wise girl
Mrs. Edam – Caspar Aide’s typing and writing tutor at the Pacific Mansion.
Having – An assistant to the Political Commissar;
Old Short Man – Assistant to The Man.
Old Woman – A client of the Local Cobbler;
Philosopher – An advisor and close ally of The Burgomaster.
Police Officer – Receptionist at the Scintella Local Police Station.
Political Commissar – A political education tutor in Scintella;
Professor Duryea – A teacher at the Gre’t School;
Quincy Murrieta – Saline’s only daughter and an elder to Danton.
Royale – A young prince of the Purple family;
Saline – A young intellectual and wealthy individual.
Sarah – The rent collector in Scintella;
Senior Police Officer – Head of the Scintella Local Police Station;
Shopkeeper – Owner of a stall across the dusty road in Scintella.
Skyla – The Jailer’s elder daughter;
The Burgomaster – Reigning mayor of Scintella.
The Farmer, Dam, Mort, Mass – Peasants of Scintella.
The Jailer – An albino with the duty to look after juveniles in Scintella;
The Justice – Judicial officer in Scintella;
The Man – A stranger on a secret blood bill (SBB);
The Marquis of Scintella – A holder of quasi-judicial powers;
The Master of Ceremony – Entertainer at the Gre’t Banquet in the Town Hall;
The Old Woman/Barrister Norman – Senior member of the Oranges legal
camp.
The Scintella Band – Native entertainers in Scintella.
The Smoker – A favorable rumourmongerist;
The Treasure Band – Instrumentalists and performers in Scintella.
Umpire – Clerk at the Bench Mark;
Watchman – Security person at Doctor Jeepers’ residence in Bacchants.
Welfare Minister – Student leader at the Gre’t School.
Young Lad/Caspar Aide – The Enigma of Scintella;
Young Man/Advocate Octave – Member of The Burgomaster’s legal camp.
OTHERS
Amine’s granny
Care takers
Court Guards
Guest Lady
House Maid
Magistrates (2)
Maid
Medical Nurse
The Doctor
The Nurse
Waitress
POLITICIAN
FOR MY FRIENDS,
BOOK ONE
(ENIGMA OF SCINTELLA)
PART ONE
FOR M.R.S.E
In the darkness , with an eerie silence, a sound of shackles falling crisply onto the cold floor is heard and it is followed by a metal rattling like someone is finding an exit from a century-like locked cubicle in a lonely tower. Soon a sound of a boy speaking emerges, like it is echoing from an empty room, with the following words, Aye have foe soe long been yo’r catch and es theya any gre’t sin t’an beynge thæt e’er séance aye wath born, Sire!
[A flash light suddenly laminates the year: its 1828].
[It drowns with a hard sound of a metallic door getting locked furiously].
A bright light then falls over the enchanted stage, exposing a vivid moment of life and the play sets off from a shabby little local town known as Scintella. The town is made up of old colonial built buildings. It’s occupied by wooden market stalls, shops, and tidy metallic canteens. It has dwellers who are typical merchants and economic–stricken buyers. The road cutting through the seemingly ageless town is much dustier but not so wide. There is no distinction between animals and mankind since they both share and savor the same environment. The sun is quite hotter than expected by roadside duelers and beggars. Then, a boy appears from nowhere, staggering through the dusty road side, acting like as if he is injured and perhaps drunk. He walks to a complete stranger, a Local Cobbler, a man with a bald head and looking wasted by the power of brewery, who is busy on his work, engaged with an Old Woman and stands aside, pretending to be a customer, hearing the conversation of the two strangers though it is doubtful if he knows any dialect.
Local cobbler: Thes thyme round, as the year-eth
Pass by, we weel have somethynge happenynge thou
The Scintellian-eth;
Old woman: [laughing]
Are yeu beynge a future foreteller?
Or yeu’re day dreemynge?
Yeu’re mendynge my sandal, don’ts for-geth.
Local cobbler: Aye am naught actynge lyke thæt.
Besydes, dreem-eth and dreemynge
Have ne’er been tam’d.
Old woman: Thæt es yo’r own theory.
Any’ay, Scintellian-eth es ‘nown
Thou be theoretical and dreemer-eth!
Then:
Old Woman: Soe yeu thynke we’ll have a
Gre’t upheaval or somethynge thæt
Weel attract everyone’s attention?
Local cobbler: Yes, customer.
Old woman: Ef arth all et e’er be fall-eth,
Aye weel award yeu a geeft.
The Local Cobbler has finished mending the Old Woman’s sandal, and hands it over to her. She wears it.
Old woman: G’ess et won’ts be expensive.
Local cobbler: Twentie faive coe-ins, customer.
The Old Woman reaches out into her coat which is made of wool and assorted with different colors of a rainbow nature. She pulls out a few coins which she counts and ensuring that no error is made. She pays the aforesaid amount and stands up to leave.
Old woman: Thank yeu.
As she walks away, she looks at the lone figure of the young lad who has been standing-by.
Old woman: Another customer foe yeu.
[She leaves moving towards the market center].
Local cobbler: (staring at the young lad)
W’ath es yo’r problem, plea-the;
Can aye help yeu?
[The boy leaps forward].
He stares at the Local Cobbler humbly before handing him a paper, which he has in one of his hands. The paper is so tidy that it would be hard to discern its contents upon being folded out. The strange boy is finding it hard to look into the eyes of the Local Cobbler. He looks a distance over the Local Cobbler!
Local cobbler: [receiving the letter]
W’ose letter es et?
[The boy only nods his head, creating an impression of being deaf].
Local cobbler: [perturbed]
Am saynge w’ose letter es et?
[The boy fails to answer as he keeps quiet totally].
Local cobbler: [susceptible]
Yeu can’t toeq?
Are yeu dumb?
[The boy shakes his head, to feel its yes.
]
Local cobbler: [concerned]
Where’re yeu from?
[The young lad turns his face towards somewhere].
He struggles to point in that direction, to reply the query that he drew from that end and he looks over the same direction for quite a moment. He again faces the Local Cobbler who looks at him patiently.
Local cobbler: Yeu must’ve mov’d myles thou geth en he’e.
[A Customer comes by with loose pairs of sandals in his hands].
He wipes the sweat away from his face as he sits down on a little bench, next to the Local Cobbler, with his dirty hands. He is a factory worker, but having a break now. He greets the Local Cobbler, hands him his pair of sandals, which are wasted already by frequent wear and tear.
Customer: Yeu better dou t’em foe me fast,
Aye have thou woeq ba’k dwon.
Local cobbler: [receiving the sandals to mend them]
Al-wryght, customer!
The Customer now looks at the boy on the left of the Local Cobbler and studies him off.
Customer: Hula, y’ung boy.
Yeu lewk new and strand’d en town.
Are yeu losth?
Local cobbler: Yeu bettern’t waste yo’r saliva on hem.
He won’ts say anythynge t’yeu.
Customer: [staring at the boy]
Soe why es he he’e?
We Scintellian-eth are gre’t toeq-ers.
We h’art someone whou can toeq.
Short ove thæt, yeu have no place en thes town.
Local cobbler: Justh foegyve the y’ung lad.
[A moment of silence sets in].
The Local Cobbler is working faster to finish his customer’s sandals so that he returns earlier to his place of work. Meanwhile, an imitated lorry passing, with the sound of it in background, is accompanied by a group of women who walk through the town across and, who are staring at the shabby town of Scintella and its habitants.
Customer: [admiring]
Those women lewk be’utiful!
Local cobbler: Buth naught better t’an those ove ūre small town.
Customer: Ove-course. Every Scintella woman es more
Be’utiful t’an the sunset!
The Local Cobbler has finally finished mending the loose sandals. He hands them over to the owner who first inspects if they are well repaired.
Customer: How much dou yeu owe me?
Local cobbler: Foetie faive coe-ins, customer.
Customer: T’en how much hath thes casth?
Buth judge me fairly.
Local cobbler: Et weel casth thirtie coe-ins, customer.
Customer: Aye thought et w’uld be twentie faive or twentie.
Local cobbler: Theya es a change en all
The pryce tag-eth around thes town!
Customer: Yes, yeu’re wryght.
Soe now ‘tis seventie faive coe-ins;
Leth aye pay yeu thirtie and the resth weel come by.
Then he gets out the thirty coins, which he counts properly, ensuring that no mistake is made. He hands over the money to the Local Cobbler who appreciates and then stands up. Before moving, he looks at the stranded boy.
[He waves goodbye to him and the boy also does the same].
Customer: [while strolling away]
Protect the y’ung lad and teech hem the way-eth ove the
Old local town!
Local cobbler: Aye weel customer.
[The Customer finally walks away].
The Local Cobbler immediately gets the paper that he had been given; he notices that it’s addressed to the Captain of the Calvary Regiment, who is definitely not within the reach of the local town.
Young Lad: [mumbling repeatedly]
Ay-aye wanth thou be a knight lyke my father wath.
Local cobbler: [looking astonished]
Yeu all along knew how thou toeq?
[The boy nods his head, to show its No.
]
The Local Cobbler stares at him disbelievingly and wondering who the boy might be now since he is failing to understand his reaction.
Local cobbler: [astonished]
A y’ung boy, lyke yeu,
Yeu wanth thou be a knight?
Yeu weel die y’ung, or else
Even fey thou leeve up thou ūre age!
See yo’self, yeu’re eel lewkynge.
Yeu won’ts be yo’r besth lyke yo’r father wath.
Aye doubt et. Have a seet.
[He motions the young lad to seat down on the little bench with him].
Keeping a keen eye on him then onto the paper, where he finally notices the boy’s name, in the extreme right upper corner, CASPAR AIDE.
Local cobbler: Soe, Caspar, a gre’t name et es,
Aye have thou thek yeu thou the Calvary
Regiment Offic-eth. Buth, aye feel aye can’t.
The only thynge aye can dou,
Es thou leed yeu thou ūre Local Police Post
And yeu geth connect’d thou the Calvary officer.
Soe, keep he’e, and aye return ba’k.
Aye have thou leeve a care-taker foe
My tidy hand business as aye escort
Yeu thou the local police post.
The Local Cobbler, who is a real stranger to young Caspar, gets up and walks across the dusty ugly road to a little shop opposite.
Shopkeeper: Can aye help yeu, comrade?
Local cobbler: Oh yes! Yes.
Thou thek care ove my lyttell business
Under thæt huge umbrella;
[He points across the dusty ugly road].
Local cobbler: Aye am justh tendynge the y’ung
Lad yeu’ve seen close o’er theya
Thou the Local Police Station;
Shopkeeper: [busy reading a local news article]
Thæt es feeftie coe-ins!
Local cobbler: [puzzled looking]
W’ath; thæt esn’t fair, mæster!
Shopkeeper: [confidently]
T’en tries some’here else.
Nothynge es done foe free now’days,
Yeu ought thou noe thæt!
Local cobbler: [seemingly speechless]
Aye don’ts have thæt sum.
Shopkeeper: T’en w’ath dou yeu have?
Local cobbler: Aye have ten coe-ins and
Lewk, aye’m naught even goeynge
Thou delay whe’e aye’m he’dynge thou.
The thyme aye weel spend theya,
Won’ts casth soe much attention nor energy
Thou guarantee paynge yeu feeftie coe-ins.
Shopkeeper: Make et twentie faive okay.
Local cobbler: [running a hand through his hair]
Aye can only add ten coe-ins and
Thou make et twentie coe-ins.
Justh dou me a favor,
T’en yeu receeve thæt sum alone;
Shopkeeper: Brynge.
Local cobbler: [while reaching out for the twenty coins]
Buth ef anythynge ove
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