Macbeth Trailer

We present to you ... PIRATES OF DUNSINANE

Nightdreams

Come thick night, the future in the instant,
Stars hide your fires and under the blanket of the darkness,
He shall see his reflection; silver skin laced with golden blood.
And the natural ruby of his cheeks will hide and vanish.
'Incarnadine', his hands say smiling, 'drown us in blood',
And with his bloody and invisible hand, nimbly, sweetly,
As sharp as a spur, take the keen knife that shall forbid a man to live.
So lay it to thy heart and farewell.
Tears shall drown and bathe him in reeking wounds,
The instruments of darkness shall damn his mind's construction
And summon him to the dunnest smoke of hell.
And upon the corner of the moon there hangs a vaporous drop,
That shows his sightless eyes and grieves his heart.
Now, nature seems dead, and wicked dreams do abuse.
But the west glimmers with streaks of day,
In the wink of an eye, by your leave, shadows, depart.

Wealth, fortune, a husband of great fame were all that ever crossed my mind.  I thought: “This man will change my miserable life into a glorious one, no longer will I have to suffer those days where food was scarce, never again will I be hungry”.  Then I met him, a proud, strong man with the sternest look a man could ever present.  Even his gaze brought chills running down my back.  I was afraid.  Yet I carelessly forgot time after time now that I am the wife of such a powerful man, I had to put my immature thoughts behind or be punished by him.  Looking back now, I admit; his arguments were reasonable, especially that time, remember, when we spent the entire day at your hut pleating our hair into those beautiful braids that we tried so hard to perfect.  What had I done wrong you ask?  I had neglected my duties as a wife and mother and I swear, I will never ever forget that look on his face when he spoke to me.  Eyes aflame, nose flared and teeth bared, the burning face of a tiger.  And yes it hurt, every part of my body ached, ached with fear of such a ferocious man but only now do I realize how much he aided me in the growth as an adult.  However, I am afraid that my dear daughter, Obiageli has adopted such traits from me.  Her childish playfulness is scorned as her lovely sister Ezinma serves as the ideal daughter in our household.  My poor Obiageli is always second to her, I see the way her father looks at her with dull eyes but when he sees Ezinma, his eyes come alive with life.  But I understand that no matter how much I wish my daughter to be like Ezinma, they are still two different people and only my daughter will be so much like myself.  And as much as I fear I am stealing away Obiageli’s youth, I have learned from Okonkwo that one day she will have to grow up anyways; it is never too early to become a woman, only too late, for I do not wish for her to ache with the same dull pain as I have when I was younger.

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Written from Ojiugo's (the third wife) point of view.  She is talking to her friend after she came back from the seven years of exile.