Thursday, March 31, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #778 The Caped Wonder (for Caregivers Anonymous) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 31, 2016

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Monologue Mania Day #778 The Caped Wonder (for Caregivers Anonymous) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 31, 2016

This follows immediately after yesterday’s post, Day # 777 Mar. 30, 2016 …..New Journals

The Caped Wonder

(for Caregivers Anonymous)

A monologue by Janet S. Tiger

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(Another woman jumps up, holding a cape)

How was my day? Let me show you.....

(She whirls the cape around and drapes it on her shoulders.)

Can you see the giant 'N'? You know what that's for......it stands for a new superhero....my mom....Naked Woman!

(She dances and run around the stage)

More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap out of almost locked windows in a hundred bounds! It's not a bird.....but a bird brain....It’s not a plane.....it's Naked Woman!

(She stops and looks at the group)

Think I'm a little tiny bit crazy?

(The others shake their heads no and laugh)

You all know what I'm talking about! We can't afford to put Mom in a home, and since she started....what's the polite way to put it.....forgetting to wear clothes......I invented this for her....I never knew it before….but when people get Alzheimers, they lose track of time, so they forget how old they are…..when she was little, she loved to run around with no clothes on……and so she has returned to those days….but at least she knows when she goes out of the house, she has to wear at least this cape, I made it big enough to cover her completely...... as long as she has a belt…….

You see, as a small child....she loved Wonder Woman.....and now....she gets to be her own super hero!

(She holds open the cape)

And I....I get to be her faithful sidekick......Cape Woman.....following her out with a belt, so when I catch her, I can make sure she is covered......until we get home, and hopefully there are not too many cuts or abrasions.....and no one has called the police.....

(She takes the cape off and uses it as a bullfighter's cape)

And ......when she is asleep....I pretend that I am fighting for all the lost children......in Neverneverland.....

(The others cheers as she bows to sit down. Blackout)

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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #777 New Journals (for Caregivers Anonymous) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 30, 2016

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Monologue Mania Day #777 New Journals by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 30, 2016

New Journals

A monologue by Janet S. Tiger

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(A nice-looking woman in her 50s stands, with a bag filled with notebooks, she takes the bag and puts it into the wheelchair, faces the group)

My mom loves to read. One of the first memories I have of her, is reading to me. And reading herself. Every day, my Dad would come home from work and she would have him be in charge so she could get what I now know were the only 15 minutes a day she had to herself!

She would take a book, and sit outside, and I would ask her why she didn't want to take her 15 minutes and walk or talk to friends. She'd tell me - 'I love to read'

She also loved to keep journals....and every day while we played, she would write in these old notebooks.....

(She picks up one of the notebooks and flips through)

Our whole lives were in here.....the parties, the graduations.....the visits.....(sighs) even the fights!....all here.....

(Deep breath) I found my mom reading these the other day....she looked so happy. I guess she discovered a big pile in a closet that hadn't been cleaned out in awhile.

Her face was one big smile.....and she turned to me and said....'Look what was hiding in that bottom drawer in the hall! Someone who lived here wrote all these journals! And they're so interesting! Even though they're old, they're like brand new! Better than the romance books! Oh, I'm so glad I discovered them!'

(Almost in tears) Her journals, her life......I thought of telling her, but, what would that accomplish? So, I sat with her, and I read them to her......and we had a very nice afternoon.....

(She picks up the bag of notebooks, turns to go back to her seat, stops)

How was your day?

(Lights down, end of scene)

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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #776 Funny Questions by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 29, 2016

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Monologue Mania Day #776 Funny Questions by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 29, 2016

Funny Questions

A monologue by Janet S. Tiger

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(A young girl enters, dressed in the clothing of a Nigerian farm girl, she tilts her head, listens)

Why? You ask me a funny question.....only in this world would a question like yours be possible.

(Looks around, shakes head)

Why did I not kill myself? Why didn't I blow myself up, like my friend.....who is dead now....along with dozens of other human beings......

I am almost ashamed to be a human when someone can ask me that question.

Do you think I would be better off dead? That is what they told me, too. After I was taken from my village, they told me unless I converted, that I was damned forever.

And when the men raped me, over and over, for weeks and months.....I would pretend they were invisible.....and I would pray.....and when I prayed, they asked me who I was praying to.....and I told them....Allah......after that, they stopped raping me......they treated me a little better, they gave me a little more food........I lied to them.....I prayed to Jesus, but I knew that it was better to say Allah......they told me the only way I could get to heaven was if I were to take the jacket...with the bomb....and kill others.....

After what they did to me, it almost made sense.

But my father's words were in my ears always. From when I was a little girl, he said that God loved me, and would not want bad things happen to me.

And that to do good, that was the reward, and heaven waited for those who did good.

I remember asking him about when bad things happen to people. Why did God do that?

He would shake his head and say, 'god does not do the bad things, people do the bad things'

When I went into that market, I saw a man, and he looked like my father. Maybe it was my father.....I don't know, maybe you will tell me......but I could not kill my father.....so I took off the jacket, and I came to a policeman, and when I did, the other girl had gone inside and she blew up herself and 26 people......

Even though i pretended to believe those men, I did not. I believed my father.....and no matter what happens now....I know the right thing....Which is why I could not blow myself up.....

(She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Why did I not kill myself? How sad that you have to ask.......

(Lights down. End of scene)

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Unfortunately, this is based on a true story.......http://www.africanews.com/2016/02/12/female-suicide-bomber-refuses-to-blow-herself-up/

Female suicide bomber refuses to blow herself up 12/02/15

NIGERIA

A teenage girl strapped with an explosive vest from Boko Haram to wreck havoc on internally displaced persons, in Dikwa, Bornu state, in Nigeria, ripped-off her vest refusing to participate in the attack.

However, two other teenage girls with her, strolled into the middle of hundreds of people lining up for food and detonated the explosives on them killing 58 people and injuring 78 others.

It was the most destructive attack launched by Boko Haram in recent months.

A Civilian joint Task Force (CJTF) fighter, Modu Awami on Thursday disclosed that the girl is about 14 years old. He said the girl told him that she was afraid and that she knew detonating the bomb, will kill many people.

A rescue official revealed that the girl has also given information to the authorities on other terrorist attacks planned by Boko Haram.

Meanwhile, the US embassy in Nigeria on Thursday condemned the recent attack on Dikwa.

The country has restated its continued support for the Nigeria government in battling the insurgents.

“The US Embassy condemns the reported suicide attacks on internally displaced persons in Dikwa town, Borno State,that occurred on Feb. 9” it said.

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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence

Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Monday, March 28, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #775 On the Anniversary of Our First Two Weeks....by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 28, 2016

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Monologue Mania Day #775 On the Anniversary of Our First Two Weeks....by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 28, 2016

Happy Anniversary, Stan! Thanks for the wonderful words of inspiration for this monologue....and thank you to all our friends and family for sharing the journey with us.
On the Anniversary of Our First Two Weeks.....

A monologue by Janet S. Tiger

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(A young man enters, dressed formally, he has a bottle of champagne and flowers. He is very happy)

Two weeks! I can't believe it's been two weeks! It seems like only a moment ago we just met, and now look at us.....was it just two weeks ago we were at the synagogue, in front of our friends and family and I was so nervous that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to smash the glass on the first try, and that someone would have to bring out a hammer!

Two weeks! And we drank champagne and ate chocolate....okay, maybe we didn't drink a lot and we had a LOT of chocolate! And we danced and laughed.....who'd a thought it was only two weeks ago?

And what a two weeks it has been! Two apartments, two houses, two children.....two arguments, two hearts....but one tower of love that we have built .....one tower for you and one for me ...when two become one......

We will always have these two weeks, no matter where we go or what happens - this tower of love we have built is the gift and reward and the treasure. It is the beacon, it will keep shining as something for us and everyone we know to know that we are strong and our light is a wonder to behold. So...to my spouse of beauty and loving splendor - happy thirtieth!

(He lifts the bottle and turns to leave, stops, looks back)

May the next two weeks be just as amazing!

(He exits......not the end by far!)

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  Where did this two weeks go?  Thanks for a great 30, Stan!

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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #774 Real Democracy (for Senior Channel) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 27, 2016

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Monologue Mania Day #774 Real Democracy (for Senior Channel) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 27, 2016

Real Democracy

(for Senior Channel)

A monologue by Janet S. Tiger

tigerteam1@gmail.com

(An older black woman comes onstage – this is a Southern woman with an attitude. She is glaring at the audience, arms crossed and she is irritated as…heck.)

Democracy. Everyone talkin’ about democracy like they know what it is. I lived through lotsa stuff in my time – some good, a lot bad and I’m gonna tell you about democracy. There is only one true democracy.....you hear me? Listen close!

Time is democracy.

There – betcha didn’t think I was gonna say that. Well, it is THE only democracy.

Think about it – if you can.

We all get 24 hours in a day. Every single one of us. That’s it. No one- not Rockefeller or Donald Trump or even President Obama gets more or less than 24 hours.

(Imitates silly voice) ‘Oh, but they have people to help them, they have money, they can do more than I can’ (Back to herself) As my momma used to say when we would ask how the cows got pregnant - Bull!

Time is not money. Time is not fleeting – anyone who’s ever been waitin’ in a hospital knows that. Time IS precious.

I know about time because I have lived 92 years on this earth, and all I ever get – just like every other person – is 24 hours.

And – just like everyone else – I don’t know which will be my last.

When you live long enough – you get to see a lot. And you can see that if you are lucky to get enough time, you get to be old – and that is the great equalizer.

No courtroom, no Supreme Justices, no law can make us all equal – but time sure does.

I am a woman, I am black, I am a lesbian and I am from the South. Now, maybe people look at me and they can’t see where I’m from till I open my mouth, and maybe they can’t tell about my preference for women…..but to describe me, they all use the same words. Old.

The tourists see me sittin’ on the bench in the park and need directions, they -of all colors -say – ‘go ask that OLD lady which way is it to the museum’.

Old lady. Sometimes they say – old black lady…but it is never black old lady!

Old. That’s the first thing they see about you. In some ways, it’s better than what I used to get called. But in other ways – the way that I would like to be young again way – this is bad, too.

But it don’t matter what you are - you can be rich and famous and it don’t matter. If you’re sittin’ on that bench, they’re gonna call you ‘old’.

I may be irritated about everythin’ in my life – and the Lord knows I am irritated (builds on this) I’m irritated about how I can’t eat anything solid, how my kids don’t visit enough, how my bones ache, and my eyesight is goin’, how I don’t know if my Social Security is gonna pay the bills, how even though I could live to see the day when we elected a black President!- Hallelujah - no matter what – I am irritated that I AM STILL OLD!

(Calms a little) And I ain’t getting’ any younger. And neither is anyone else.

I saw somma you look funny when I said ‘my kids’ – well, just because I’m gay don’t mean I couldn’t be married for 15 years to the father of those kids. Didn’t anyone teach you biology?

My kids used to ask me when you know if you finished with something – like when is the pie finished? I’d say, ‘you’ll know’ When do you know when you’re finished with your boyfriend and it’s time to move on - (nods her head) - ‘you’ll know.’

When you’re young, it’s all about getting’ stuff finished. Finishin’ the dishes, finishin’ shoppin’ and puttin’ stuff away. (Imitates a man’s voice) ‘Are you finished yet?’

But when you get to be my age, you don’t wonder about finishin’ – you wonder if you even put the soap in the washer! You wonder about if you even finished the sentence you started – let alone the complete thought.

However, the issue of being finished – well, that’s another matter. Because when your time comes and you are dead, you are finished for good. And that is the ultimate democracy.

And now, I am finished.

(She goes to walk off, turns back)

Not dead, that is, just finished with this.

(As she goes offstage, she can be heard muttering to herself)

Don’t know why they want to hear about old people…..but at least I’m getting’ some free food outta this….Maybe I’ll live long enough to see a woman President…(thinks) …an OLD black woman President….(laughs) now that would be the day!.....(thinks) Nah, I don’t think I’m gonna live that long….

(She exits, in time...)

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www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com

Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence

Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #773 A Rose From Death (for Easter and the Senior Channel) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 26, 2016

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!

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Monologue Mania Day #773 A Rose From Death by Janet S. Tiger (c) Mar. 26, 2016

Happy Easter to all celebrating today! This was first posted on April 20, 2014, Day # 67 and on Day # 417, April 5, 2015

                             A Rose From Death   (c)
   (for The Senior Channel)
                                        by Janet S. Tiger
                                    © 2014 all rights reserved
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            (A woman comes onstage, she walks carefully, maybe with a walker if you can find one, a cane if not. She looks at the audience, waves)

For all you out there in TV land, I have brought flowers for the entire audience, in honor of Easter. And why this is a special day. A few years ago, it was Good Friday, but not really. In the middle of the night, just after the beginning of Good Friday, there was a fire in the retirement home where I reside.

It appears Mr. Meecham could not go to sleep without a cigarette, and so, he disabled the smoke alarms, and lit up, the old darling.

The result, after he fell asleep, was not good at all, in fact, he almost died. And, so for that matter, did the rest of us. But our own Beverly Hillbilly, Jethro, that nice young man who helped me here today, he pulled all 26 of us out of that burning building. Including idiot Meecham, who suffered from smoke inhalation, but, with the wisdom of a man who still does not care, continues to smoke nonetheless.

Our lovely establishment was burned, and sadly, so were the grounds, including the beautiful flowers and bushes surrounding our residence, which made looking out the windows so lovely.

Luckily, the bushes and grounds had formed a type of boundary, where the brave firemen fought the flames and won, before the second building – Building B – could be burned as well, so, although it was very sad, we were able to double up with the others for that night, until they were able to clean up and rebuild the smoked out rooms.

On Easter Sunday, we had our services outside for sunrise, and the nice pastor came, and it didn’t rain, the sun peeked out at us. Amidst the charred bushes, and the withered vines, there was suddenly a gust of wind, and some of the burnt leaves blew off of a rose bush……and there, as if painted by the hand of God himself, was a perfect rose!

It had survived somehow, in the ashes, perhaps because the burned foliage had protected it, who knows? But we all smiled, and knew that no matter what, all would be well.

A rose from death…..a perfect moment for Easter.

And a perfect time to realize that, even though I am almost 85, I was going to do something for my birthday that week, that I had hoped to do when I was much younger, but decided was too dangerous.

            (She takes a deep breath)

I decided to go skydiving. My thinking was that if the rose could live through the fire I could do anything, too!

And I went. Up in a tiny plane, high in the sky, accompanied by my granddaughter, who thought I was crazy, but was going with me as support – and because my daughter would not give permission otherwise!

            (She is reverent)

How beautiful it was! And the young man going with us was so handsome! In the plane, I felt…so young…..just like a bird!

            (Listens)

Did I jump?

            (Laughs)

Of course not! Do I look that crazy?

I mean, I went up there, and realized the rose lived through the fire, but so did I, and that was enough for me!

I stayed in the airplane while the handsome young man jumped with my granddaughter……and now, two years later, they are getting married.

So, the morale is……if you get a rose from death, take it and run with it, and love it, because it is a gift……

Thank you….

            (She exits, looking back0

I know all the people who come on this show have something else to say when they leave….but I don’t! Oh, wait a minute, I do!

     (She removes a paper from the walker or cane’s carrying bag. She reads)

Of all the gifts I got from death
I found that one I chose

Surprised me by its beauty
It was a lovely rose

It smiled at me one morning
I picked it there and then

And put it on my table
As if it were a friend

The other presents I received
Came quietly at best

The hope of resurrection
And the chance for peaceful rest

So I am glad to share my rose
That I kiss with my last breath

I won’t regret one moment
Since I got … A rose from death…..

            (The woman puts away the paper, smiles, and really exits)

            (The end.)

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www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com

Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence

Swedenborg Hall 2006-8