Pa Ajani is trying to keep a level head under stress. He is walking the path to the farm. Words flow from below his moustache impulsively only to catch Moromoke's fancy.
PA AJANI: (Sighs loudly) ..... Well, life is a stage.
MOROMOKE: (Looking tender) Papa, what's wrong? It is the believe of that a problem shared is half-solved. To to s'e bi owe. Talk to me, Papa.
PA AJANI: Moromoke, not all clothings should be left to blanch in the scorching sun.
MOROMOKE : (Injures her toes unconsciously) You mean I can't have details.
PA AJANI: Not that, Moromoke. I was farming on that fateful day when....
(An analepsis is made to the rape incident)
MOROMOKE: (Agape) Ah! This is ridiculous. Why would a noble act in such manner? Well, the gods of our lands will avenge the poor girl's misfortune.
PA AJANI: (Mumbles) I asked Mama this question too.
MOROMOKE: Sir? Anything?