A look into the endless life of two Goddesses. These two women are Gbadu the Goddess of Fate and Inkosazana the Goddess of Architecture. We watch them as the scene opens working together to create a new world. The concept behind this story is that we see these two powerful women creating worlds and putting life into motion until they notice that one of the worlds that they created has been contaminated with an insect, a parasite that is negatively affecting the world and killing it in many ways. They mention all of the things that are killing this world: homelessness, pollution, weapons of mass destruction, chemical warfare, the misuse of water and other resources, etc. The women get into a heated disagreement as to what to do with this world, do they allow things to play out or do they kill the world and begin again from scratch? The scene plays to the present state of the world that we live in where we are not taking care of the resources that we have and in many ways abusing them. In the climax we see the downfall of the world that the parasite has taken over and all the things that are happening to it. As the scene ends the women turn their focus to another creation, another chance to make a place where people can live forever safe and hopefully appreciate what was given to them.
What Gods May Say
(The scene opens with the evolution of two women, whatever that moment looks like for these two actresses. A few seconds later the women transition together and pose as if we have caught them in the middle of working. Suddenly they come to life. Gbadu picks up something heavy and sits it on display. It is the “world” that they are working to create as Inkosazana looks on examining what’s missing.)
Gbadu: I feel like something is missing.
Inkosazana: You always feel like something is missing.
Gbadu: Over a thousand years of experience and I still get a little nervous.
Inkosazana: Like you’ll forget to place it in the atmosphere? (She laughs)
Gbadu: No, like I’ll forget to add air, water, or life.
Inkosazana: Those are pretty huge parts of creating a “world.”
Gbadu: I know, but we are perfect entities that should not make mistakes.
Inkosazana: We aren’t God. (They both laugh)
Gbadu: Not even. (Smiles. She holds the “world” up to the light. Inkosazana makes a few swift additions and sets it up in space.)What shall we call it?
Inkosazana: M.A.A.N. (Spelled out NOT said. She is still amazed in their creation.)Perfection.
Gbadu: Every time.
Inkosazana: It’s not enough that we create planets, world and galaxies we must dig deeper.
Gbadu: “Dig deeper” you sound like those male God’s that believe they will always create something wonderful and long-lasting without a thought of the inhabitants of their creation.
Inkosazana:(Laughing, as she makes more alterations to the “world” on display)You Gbadu are the Goddess of fate.
Inkosazana: How does fate speak to you?
Gbadu: Fate doesn’t speak to me, not necessarily.
Inkosazana: Lies my Goddess friend.
Gbadu: Not at all. You Inkosazana are the Goddess of agriculture. Does that mean that blades of grass speak to you? (She laughs)That when the wind blows a tree that tree can reach out to you and say, “Can you believe that Inkosazana? That ugly menace wind is making my leaves fall off. What a disgrace.” (Both women laugh as they turn the “world” adding more aspects to it. This should look like construction of sorts that shows them working together making sure that everything is just as it should be. Gbadu puts something on it that makes Inkosazana take a step back. Inkosazana surveys the choice, moves what was set to another part and steps back again.)