(Inside a lavish office, arranged the same way as Mr. President’s office. Mama Mboga sits on Mr. President’s chair, depicting the sovereignty of her power. Enters Mr. President nervously shaking with obvious fear.)
MAMA MBOGA: Mr. President. Sit down. (Mr. President almost sits on the visitor’s chair.) No sit here. (MAMA MBOGA hands him her chair. She sits on the visitors chair and leans forward) Why did you betray me?
MR. PRESIDENT: (Confused) I did…did…not betray you.
MAMA MBOGA: Why did you betray me.
MR. PRESIDENT: I didn’t betray…
MAMA MBOGA: Of course you did. How else can you explain the demolitions that left me homeless along the Mathare River? While my sister Wanjiku lives in a similar tent in Mukuru.
MR. PRESIDENT: Don’t blame the Mukuru Demolitions on me . I was not the president.
MAMA MBOGA: But you were the VP right?
MR. PRESIDENT: I was powerless.
MAMA MBOGA: What do you mean powerless yet I gave you my vote, my power. I trusted you.
MR PRESIDENT: I mean I was not the president.
MAMA MBOGA: But now you are! So tell me. Why did you betray me?
MR PRESIDENT: I told you I didn’t betray you. I was planning to…
MAMA MBOGA: All you do is plan. Plan to put aside. Plan to bring this. Plan to do that. For how long will you plan?
MR PRESIDENT: I need more time.
MAMA MBOGA: More time to do what? To loot and hoot? All you do is loot and hoot (MAMA MBOGA refrains the words loot and hoot accelerating each time she repeats this until she is shouting on top of her lungs)
MR PRESIDENT: Stop!
MAMA MBOGA: Are you mad now?
MR PRESIDENT: Don’t call me mad.
MAMA MBOGA: I didn’t call you mad or are you mad?
MR. PRESIDENT: Stop it!
MAMA MBOGA: I won’t stop. Did your police stop when those kids asked them to stop? When they matched peacefully carrying placards, flags and phones? Did your police stop after killing those innocent young people in that bloody parliament of yours? Oh! Yes bloody parliament. You have no shame to carry on with your so-called motions in the very parliament that innocent bodies lied helplessly without even giving them proper burials. Their bodies probably lie in one of those smelly dungeons and quarries in Mukuru kwa Njenga.
MR. PRESIDENT: Stop being controversial. The Mukuru killer was arrested.
MAMA MBOGA: Yet he escaped.
MR PRESIDENT: But we did our part by arresting him and conducting investigations. What else did you expect?
MAMA MBOGA: Nothing.
MR PRESIDENT: What?
MAMA MBOGA: I said nothing. Ever since you took that office you have done nothing but betray me. You gave me a lot of hope when you said your government was going to be different. With a bottom up economy. Serikali ya Mama Mboga. Finally. I thought. I was going to be represented by one of my kind. A hustler. Like me. (She gets emotional). But still you betrayed me to the very own grave of my son.
