Fayola Monologue From Nollywood Dreams by Jocelyn Bioh PDF

 

Nollywood Dreams- Fayloa Monologue

So, you think a “fresh start” is sitting in a cold apartment, in a scary city, miles away from my family, waiting for you to come home at night? Lying to everyone that you were doing so well at NYU film school when you were just a  janitor? Or are you talking about the “fresh start” you were trying to have with that white girl? And how did that plan work out for you? Hmm? That white girl dropped you faster than you could turn your head. You think I didn’t hear about how she turned you over to immigration? Hmmm? And how they sent you back on a plane home without anything . . . Barefoot . . . Like the stupid African you are. Before I left Nigeria, I had it all: a wonderful career, fame, money, family, and good friends. I was happy. I didn’t need American success—I had my own— right here. And I left it all behind because I believed in you and your dreams . . . But you never thought about me . . . You never cared about me or what I was going through. Just took off to Los Angeles with that white girl trying “sell your script.” . . . And you didn’t call, come back, or apologize to me.  Not even once . . . Not even now . . . And after all these years, here I am, trying to piece together my career again.

 

Nollywood Dreams- Fayloa Monologue

Asking you of all people, to give me back the chance to reclaim all I have lost trying to help you succeed . . . Do you know what this is like for me? You always said you wanted to “make me the star.” Here is your chance.