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Too Late Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by penjoka, Cameroon Dec 10, 2001
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Yuven: Oh! Njo, is this you? This is great, you're now a big man. How do you find Yaounde? You know, I completed the University last year with a doctorate degree. What about your sister, Fonyuy? Is she doing fine?

Njodzeka: She's doing fine, Yuven. But there's one thing bothering me about my sister. She's here with me but she does not even attend classes anymore. She goes out and comes back only in the morning, telling me that she work in town every night.

Yuven: Working where? In town? This is serious. Working in town is prostituting. There are thousands of girls here who leave their villages to come to the University and when they come, they forget everything about school and and start living the way they want. What do you think about it? Try to inform your parents because I will be going up to the village next week and would like you to send them a letter. I will help you and give it to them.

Njodzeka: That is good. I will write it right away. Wait for me, please.

Yuven: This is really serious. Do you know how many HIV cases I have in my hospital? And 80% of them are University students ? Jesus Christ ! why is this girl doing this?

Njodzeka: I've finished. Here is the letter. I just pray she should not see it.

Yuven: I am leaving, I hope to see you when I come back from the village. Bye !

Njodzeka: Ok, thank you very much. Bye ! Please, tell my parents everything because I don't know what else to do.

(Fonyuy enter)

Njodzeka: Fonyuy, if you were here, you would have written a letter to Dad and Mama, Yuven has just left and I've written a letter.

Fonyuy: Well, that is not what I have come here for. I'have come to inform you that I've been transferred to Douala and I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm tired of living here in Yaounde and in the Campus. There's a man there who will take care of me when I get there. So, I will be leaving you for now.

Njodzeka: Fonyuy, please don't do this. Papa will not be happy. Remember what he told us before going back to the village. Ok, give me your telephone number so that if any problem arises I can call you easily.

Fonyuy: My phone number? I can't. I don't want you to bother me because I know you'll always be asking for money. Ask money from Papa or any of your friends. I can't give you my phone number. Good-bye

Njodzeka: (Cries) Oh God, are you really up there? Look after my sister, Lord and please, Father, help and guide her. Change her mind Papa God.

(Yuven arrives the village)

Yuven: Good afternoon, Mama.

Berinyuy: Who is this? Is this Yuven, the son of Konyuy? How is Fonyuy and Njodzeka? Their father has just gone to the farm. Please, sit down my son. Look at you , you're now a big man. How are those children?

Yuven: Yes Mama, they're doing fine. Njo sent me with this letter to give to you. I heard him complaining about Fonyuy. He said she no longer takes her studies seriously and she no more lives in the house.

Berinyuy: What? Are you sure of what you're saying? My daughter? I'm not sure. What about Njo? Is he doing well? Has he been looking after her?

Yuven: He's scared about her, Mama, Infact, from what Njo told me, Fonyuy has become a prostitute in town . I do not appreciate her behaviour either. I only saw her one day passing inside a big car with one rich man. Such people are usually called "mbomas". Mama, I'm afraid. Well, let me get home and see my parents, You know ,I completed the University last year and I'm now a medical doctor. I'm sorry I did not tell you.

Berinyuy: What? Doctor? These children, thank God for His work. Your parents must be proud of you today. My congratulations. Ok, my son. I will wait for her father to come so that we can read the letter together. This Fonyuy! She has started. Why is this girl doing this? Her father will scold at me today.

(Mr Fonwong returns from the farm)

( talking to himself )

Father: "What is wrong with this woman". (To his wife) How come you're talking alone in the house? Is anything wrong? Why are you like this? If you're not happy, tell me?

Berinyuy: Here's a letter sent to us by our son, Njo. The boy who brought the letter says that Fonyuy is no longer living in the house and that she no longer attends classes. That's why I am talking to myself.

Father: You see! It's the way you brought her up. When I was telling you about it, you refused, to listen. Give me that letter, Stupid. I have to travel to Yaounde tomorrow to see them.

Berinyuy: I would like to go with you.

Father: You will stay here and take care of the house. We cannot leave the house like that.

Berinyuy: Ok, when you go, greet them for me and tell Fonyuy to try and remain a good girl.

Father: (Angrily) Was she a good girl before? F! f! f oooll!

(The very day her husband left for Yaounde, Berinyuy went to Lukong again)

Berinyuy: Sweetheart, good morning. He has gone again to Yaounde and I think this is the right time we should be together.

Lukong: Sweetheart. Are you serious ? I’m so happy today. Please do me this favour. I will like you to bring your things here and stay with me.







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