ALEXANDRIA IN AFRICA
Scene 1
Outside the courtroom. Alexandria,
her mother and Alexandria’s
lawyer enter. The lawyer, Mr. Collins, is wearing a Motley Crew T-shirt and a
pair of grimy, old, worn jeans. Alexandria’s
mother tries to straighten out the collar of Alexandria’s blouse but she brushes her hand
away.
Mrs. Hyatt: I’m just trying to make sure you look all right.
Alexandria:
I look as good as I can in this outfit, but not as good as I could have looked
if you hadn’t picked out my clothes for me.
Mr. Collins: She was just doing what I instructed her to do.
Appearance means a lot.
(Alexandria’s father enters.)
Mr. Hyatt: (Putting his arms around her) Hi there, pumpkin.
Alexandria: Daddy! I haven’t seen you in so long. You
haven’t come home in years.
Mr. Hyatt: Well, the traffic was terrible.
Mr. Collins: Before the trial begins I just want to go over
some particulars. First, the kind of sentence you can expect if Alexandria is found
guilty. Now, the judge might let you off with a slap on the wrist like last
time and all the other times, but I doubt it. You could even be looking at
serving some time.
Alexandria:
Serving time! You mean I’d go to prison?
Mr. Collins: No, no, you wouldn’t go to prison. You’d go to
a juvenile detention facility.
Alexandria:
Juvinile detention facility? What’s that.
Mr. Collins: It’s a place where they send offenders who
aren’t yet adults. You sleep three to a room, they make you go to school
everyday and they make you eat your vegetables.
Alexandria:
Oh no!
Mr. Collins: Yes, ALL your vegetables. And, the staff at the
juvenile detention facility sets the TV to one channel, and you only get to
watch that one channel, no matter what’s on it.
Alexandria:
I only get to watch one TV channel?
Mr. Hyatt: What are the chances that she’ll be sent to a
juvenile detention facility?
Mr. Collins: Only about ten percent.
Mr. Hyatt: That’s a relief. I always make a business deal if
the odds are ninety percent that it’ll succeed.
Alexandria:
Daddy, how can you look at this as just a business deal!
Mr. Hyatt: I’m a guy. That’s how we think.
Mr. Collins: See, we have to consider the charges we’re
looking at. There’s the shoplifting, breech of probation and the reinstatement
of the vandalism charge.
Alexandria:
Why would the judge reinstate the vandalism charge?
Mr. Collins: Because you violated the terms of the sentence
stemming from it. The judge might see that as committing the crime all over
again.
Alexandria: That’s ridiculous. Daddy payed for the repairs
to that girl’s car.
Mr. Collins: Yes, but you caused thousands of dollars worth
of damage and scared the poor girl inside it half to death.
Mr. Hyatt: Yes, princess. I mean you did deliberately take a
golf club to that girl’s car multiple times.
Alexandria:
That’s because it didn’t roll very well and I thought if I hit it enough times
I could get it into the hole.
Mr. Collins: The judge is also going to take into heavy
consideration the report from the social worker.
Mr. Hyatt: Have you seen it?
Mr. Collins: No, only the judge has seen it. How do you
think you did in the interview, Alexandria?
Alexandria:
I did … fine.
Mr. Collins:What do you mean?
Alexandria: Well, I went to the social worker’s office but
she was late and I had an appointment to get my hair done. Mommy, you know how
upset Monsieur Henri gets when you’re even one minute late for one of his
appointments.
Mrs. Hyatt: Well, it depends on the time of day and how much
he’s had from the bottle of whisky from behind the counter.
Mr. Collins: So you skipped the interview to get a haircut?
Alexandria:
No, I left a note telling the social worker where I’d be. She came to Henri’s
and we had the interview while he styled my hair. It was hard to hear, though,
what with the electric clippers and hair dryers and Henri singing Quebec folk songs loudly
to himself.
(The judge enters and everyone goes into the court room.)
Bailiff: All rise for the honourable Judge Roberts.
(Judge Roberts and the other courtroom staff enter.)
Court Secretary: You may be seated.
Judge Roberts: Our first matter is The People versus
Alexandria Hyatt. Gee, that name sounds familiar. Where have I heard that name
before? … Oh yeah, Miss Hyatt was in my courtroom only two months ago.
Something about smashing up a girl’s car with a golf club. Anyway, let’s focus
on the matter at hand. Miss Hyatt, you appear to have a different lawyer from
the last time we got the band back together.
Mr. Collins: Your honour, last time my client was
represented by Mr. Kruger, the senior partner in the firm which represents her
father in his business dealings. However, this time Mr. Kruger is in Hong Kong taking care of matters relating to one of those
aforementioned business deals, so thus I am representing Alexandria Hyatt
today.
Judge Roberts: What, was the guy who makes the coffee too
busy?
Mr. Collins: Yes, your honour.
Judge Roberts: Are you familiar with the term “sacrificial goat”
and the admonition “don’t shoot the messenger?”
Mr. Collins: Yes, your honour. The latter refers to a person
who fears he might be killed if he delivers bad news and the former refers to
someone who gets the blame, thus a sacrificial goat.
Judge Roberts: Actually, the latter also refers to the fact
that they really did used to shoot messengers who brought bad news back in
medieval times. Not only did they shoot them, they boiled them in oil and did
all kinds of other horrible things to them. The former also refers to the fact
that in ancient Israel they used to sacrifice goats and bulls and sheep, the
blood making atonement for the people’s sins and the animals themselves
representing the repentant human beings.
Mr. Collins: Duely noted, your honour.
Judge Roberts: That’s just the kind of thing I’d expect a
cissy like you to say. Now, I’m sorry to have kept everybody waiting. Being
kept waiting is personally something which I view as most unprofessional.
However, I had an appointment with my doctor. Look at this.
(He pulls down the back of his robe to reveal a neck brace.)
Alexandria: Oh, how awful.
Judge Roberts: Thank you, Miss Hyatt. I have a case of
whiplash. If it were not for these (holds up a bottle of pain killers) and the
marijuana my cop buddy gives me after he’s comphescated it, I would be in
constant pain. I got this case of whiplash from a car accident I was involved
in recently. I had stopped at a red light, which was stupid because along with
everyone else in society, the girl behind me realized the red light just meant
the streets were still decorated from Christmas. She plowed right into the back
of me. A fifteen-year old girl just about your age, Miss Hyatt, and do you know
what she was most concerned about? Her versachi sunglasses which had gotten
broken during the crash.
Alexandria:
Hey, I payed a lot of money for those sunglasses.
Judge Roberts: Now, looking at your social worker’s report I
see you skipped out on your appointment to go to a hair appointment. Do you
think you could book an appointment for your lawyer, there?
Alexandria:
No, Henri doesn’t take referrals.
Judge Roberts: Too bad. Take me back to the moment when you
first decided to shoplift.
Alexandria:
OK.
Flashback …
(Alexandria and her friend Nena are sitting on Alexandria’s
bed.)
Alexandria:
You know, I wish we were rich, richer than we are now.
Nina: Yeah, then we could afford nice things like expensive
clothes and gold jewelery and things like that.
Alexandria: No, I’m thinking of things that have real value.
Nina: Like what?
Alexandria:
Cows.
Nina: Oh wow, yeah cows!
Alexandria:
You know, if we stole a couple fancy things, we could sell them and get money
to buy cows.
Nina: Great idea!
Present…
Judge Roberts: When you were apprehended by store security,
you were found to have over four hundred dollars in your purse. If you wanted
the stolen goods, why did you not simply purchase them?
Alexandria:
I don’t know. I guess because I wanted them.
Judge Roberts: How’d you get the four hundred dollars,
anyway? Do you have a job?
Alexandria:
No, I don’t have a job. That’s my allowance.
Judge Roberts: You get a four hundred dollar a week
allowance?
Alexandria:
No. I get a thousand dollars a week, but I had already spent six hundred
dollars that Monday.
Judge Roberts: It is quite apparent that you have never
gotten any responsible guideance from your parents in your entire life. That is
why I choose to sentence you to six months in a juvenile detention centre.
Bailiff, place Miss Hyatt in a holding cell, but first, court secretary, throw
a pie in her face.
(The court secretary throws a pie in Alexandria’s face.)
Scene 2
The meeting room. Alexandria
enters, guarded by the bailiff. Mr. Collins, Mr. Livingston and Alexandria’s mother and
father are sitting around the table. Alexandria
and the bailiff take their seats.
Mr. Livingston: Judge Roberts went home. He wasn’t feeling
well. He also said he had a severe case of the munchees. I’ve called you here to
discuss an alternative to sending Alexandria
to detention.
Mr. Hyatt: For the record, Mr. Livingston, I intend to
appeal Judge Roberts decision.
Mr. Livingston: I understand, Mr. Hyatt. One could make a
case that the marijuana and pain medication impaired Judge Robert’s decision.
Mr. Hyatt: No, it isn’t because of that. I’ve just decided
to appeal because I didn’t like the ruling.
Mr. Collins: I take it you want me to begin the process of
filing an appeal immediately?
Mr. Hyatt: That’s correct.
Mr. Collins: Well, the earliest I could start on it would be
the day after tomorrow. Mr. Kruger wants me to clean the firm’s gutters.
Mr. Livingston: Keep in mind, if you appeal, Alexandria will
end up spending more time in detention.
Mr. Hyatt: Why on earth would that be?
Mr. Livingston: Duhhh, because until the appeal trial begins
she’s still assumed to be guilty of the crimes she was convicted for under the
most recent ruling.
Mr. Hyatt: Oh.
Mr. Livingston: Anyway, what I propose instead of detention
is a diversion program.
Alexandria:
What is a diversion program?
Mr. Livingston: It’s a stratigy designed by an organization
to steer youth that are involved in criminal activity away from a life of
crime.
Alexandria:
What’s an organization?
Mr. Livingston: The diversion program is provided through
Money Save. They collect money for, according to their mission statement and
the records they show the government, “children in various countries around the
world and such.” If you agreed to have Alexandria
participate in this program, you’d have to pay the cost of the airfare, agree
to hand her over to Money Save at a specified time and realize there’s a good
chance shewon’tcomeback.
Mrs. Hyatt: What was that last thing?
Mr. Livingston: You have one minute to decide.
Mr. Hyatt: This is outrageous! This is blackmail. I am going
to have Kruger’s firm draw up an appeal for Judge Robert’s ruling immediately.
Then, I’m going to have them file a civil suit against you people for all the
damage you’ve caused. Let’s see, there’s the mental and emotional anguish
suffered by her mother and me, Alexandria’s
pain and suffering, her broken Flexinail, the expense involved in washing her
pie-smeared face.
Mr. Livingston: Time’s up. Your daughter is going in the
program.
Scene 3
Alexandria’s
bedroom. Alexandria
is packing a suitcase. Her Irish wolfhound, Potato Famine is sitting on her
shoulder. The phone rings. Alexandria
walks across the room and answers it.
Alexandria:
Hello.
Olivia: So is it really true? Your going to Africa?
Alexandria:
Yes, I am.
Olivia: You are so fortunate. Commit a crime and get to go
on a vacation.
Alexandria:
Yes, I am. I’ll get to Kenya, ditch the group, do some safariing on the game
preserves and meet up with the group in time to go home. I can’t loose for
winning.
Olivia: So when do you leave?
Alexandria: I leave for Africa tomorrow. Well, actually, I have a stop over in Paris, Ontario.
I don’t suppose you’ve ever been there?
Olivia: No, I haven’t.
Alexandria:
Well, I don’t get there much myself. I’ve only been there about three times.
(Potato Famine starts barking) Stop that, Potato Famine. So, I’d like you to
clear a place on your calendar for the twenty-fourth. That’s the day we’re
going to celebrate my homecoming, and my sixteenth birthday.
Olivia: Oooh, is your dad getting you a car?
Alexandria:
I expect so.
Olivia: My dad got me a car for my sixteenth birthday two
months ago. He bought me a brand new Ford Tempo.
Alexandria:
Well, my dad will probably be getting me a fancier car, probably a Tata Nano.
Olivia: Oh, that’s the same kind of car our maid drives. She
won it in a draw.
Alexandria:
Oh, well, I have to finish packing now but remember to come see me get my brand
new car on the twenty-fourth. Goodbye.
Olivia: I’ll have to check my schedule. Goodbye.
Scene 4
The plane. Alexandria
is sitting in her seat.
Captain: Attention, please. We will soon begin our descent
into the Leslie Cook International
Airport.
(The seatbelt light comes on. Alexandria gets up from her
seat.)
Stewardess: You’re going to have to sit down. We’re going to
land very shortly.
Alexandria:
No one tells me what I can and can’t do. I am going to the washroom to
straighten out my makeup.
(Alexandria continues to make her way to the washroom. The
pilot is seen, talking to his co-pilot.)
Pilot: Hey Phil, have you ever had one of those experiences
where you can’t remember something you usually know really well?
Phil: Sure. My wife would tell you I get them all the time.
Pilot: That’s comforting because I’ve forgotten how to land
the plane.
Phil: Just bring her down the best way you can. We’re not
too high up, and all the passengers are firmly fastened snug in their
seatbelts.
Pilot: OK, here goes nothing.
(He sends the plane nose-diving into the runway. Alexandria
flies down the aisle and into the cockpit.)
Phil: Hey. Did you have a nice flight?
(Alexandria stands up and goes back to her seat.)
Stewardess: We have received a radio transmission. Upon
disembarking from the plane, an attendant will meet you and take you to your
connecting flight to Nairobi.
Alexandria: But I was hoping
to do some shopping in Paris.
Stewardess: Yeah, I know it’s a shame. Whenever I get the
chance to spend a few days here, I always like to go to all the Tim Horton’s.
What are you going to Nairobi for, anyway?
Alexandria:
Work.
Stewardess: Work? You mean some kind of charity work?
Alexandria:
Yeah, I’m going down there for a month to do charity work because I shoplifted some stuff and it was either that or go to the
juvenile detention centre.
Stewardess: Wow. When my girls get older I hope they’re as
good as you.
Scene 5
The airport in Nairobi. Alexandria is getting her luggage off the
luggage carousel. A woman comes up to her.
Renee: Hello, my name’s Renee. Can I help you take one of
your bags?
Alexandria:
Hold on. How do I know you’re really who you say you are?
Renee: What do you mean?
Alexandria:
Well, you could have gotten ahold of my information from some database somehow
and you could be impersonating the woman from Money Save in order to kidnap me
and hold me for ransom.
Renee: Well, if I am going to kidnap and hold you for
ransom, it’s either a choice between that and sitting in this airport for who
knows how long.
Alexandria:
I guess you’re right.
Renee: Follow me to the truck.
Alexandria:
When we get there I want a hot bath and a nap.
Renee: Well, you can sleep on the journey, but we don’t have
a bathtub at the centre. You’ll have to have a shower. (They arrive at the
truck. Nabala is standing beside it.) Throw your bags in the back and hop in.
Oh, by the way, this is Nabala, our driver.
Nabala: If anyone want to ride with Nabala, they gonna have
to win a fight.
(Nabala puts up his fists. He and Alexandria fight. Nabala ends up crumpling to
the ground in a heap.)
Renee: OK, let’s get going.
Alexandria:
I am not riding in that thing.
Renee: Well, you have three options. Stay here, get in the
truck or walk to the centre.
Alexandria:
I choose to walk.
Renee: (Pulling a map out of her pocket) OK, then, here are
the directions
(Alexandria takes the map, puts one suitcase on each arm and
pushes the other one along in front of her.)
Scene 6
The centre. Alexandria
wanders through the gate with her suitcases. Renee is at the gate to greet her.
Renee: Alexandria,
you’re just in time for lunch. (She leads Alexandria
into the dining area) Everybody, this is Alexandria.
Everyone: Hi Alexandria.
(Everyone gets up and rubs themselves against Alexandria’s
legs like cats.)
Renee: We’re going to have everyone introduce themselves and
say a few words about why they are here. Let’s start with Alexandria.
Alexandria: My name is Alexandria, Alexandria
Hyatt. I live in Brentwood,
California and my favourite
colour is blue.
Renee: Now that we’ve had Alexandria introduce herself, who else would
like to introduce themselves.
Sarah: My name is Sarah. I’m from Boise, Idaho
and I’m here as part of a group with my church. We had a speaker from Money
Save come. We learned about children who had no fresh water or school to go to.
We just had to help, so we went on our first mission.
Alexandria: To Africa?
Sarah: No, to Detroit. After that, we decided to come to Kenya.
Alexandria:
Why?
Sarah: Because Kenya’s less dangerous.
Renee: Well, now that you’ve been introduced to everybody,
I’ll show you to your tent.
(They leave the dining area and go down the path to a tent. Alexandria enters and
lies down on the bed. Andi enters.)
Andi: Hi, I’m your roommate.
Alexandria:
Hi.
Andi: My names Andrea but I prefer to be called Andi.
Alexandria:
So why are you here?
Andi: I had to come here after my relationship with my
second husband ended. I needed to get away for a while, y’know.
Alexandria:
Oh, well I’m going to take a shower before supper.
(She exits.)
Scene 7
The dining area. Alexandria
enters and looks around for a seat.
Sarah: Alexandria, Alexandria, come sit over
here. (Alexandria
goes over to the table with the church group.) Alexandria, do you want tea or coffee with
your supper?
Alexandria:
I’ll just have a bottle of sparkling water, please.
(A waiter comes over.)
Waiter: Tea or coffee?
Alexandria:
I’ll have a sparkling water, please. Perrier or Evion will be fine.
Waiter: Tea or coffee?
Alexandria:
Sparkling water.
Waiter: (Slower) Tea or coffee?
Sarah: We don’t have any sparkling water.
Waiter: Man, you don’t want no Perrier or Evion. They’re
owned by Coke and Pepsi anyway.
Tim: So, Alexandria, how did you raise funds for the trip?
Alexandria:
I didn’t raise any funds. My father just payed for it.
Tim: Wow, is he rich or something?
Alexandria:
Yes, very rich.
Tim: Wow. Do you know Donald Trump?
Alexandria: I wouldn’t say that I know him well. I’ve been
over to his house a few times, the spacious penthouse he owns on the upper east
side of Manhattan.
Very nice. Ither he has great taste or a great designer.
Tim: But how, why do you know him?
Alexandria:
My father’s done some business deals with him.
Tim: Cool! Hey, did he ever say to your father, “You’re
fired?”
Alexandria:
No. It was my father who said, “You’re fired” to him.
(The other kids get down and lick Alexandria’s boots.)
Renee: While everybody is finishing up their desserts, we’re
going to start our seminar.
(Renee puts a video in the VCR.)
Anncr: Hi, I’m Tom Bergeron. Today we’re going to learn
about the Massai. The Massai people live in Kenya. Basically, they have a bunch
of horrible customs, like washing their hair with cow urine and settling
disputes by seeing which party can throw a club furthest. Any good customs they
had have been wiped out by colonialists. Come on, you don’t want to hear about
this. You’d much rather see videos of people falling down.
(There follows a montage of various people falling down in
various situations.)
Scene 8
The compound. Alexandria
and the other teenagers are walking in line toward a truck.
Alexandria:
I’m going to ride up front.
Sarah: But you’ll miss all the fun.
Alexandria:
What sort of fun?
Sarah: We sing songs and play games.
Alexandria:
Thanks, but I’m afraid this is where we part company.
(Alexandria goes to the front of the truck. Renee comes up
to her.)
Renee: Come on, Alexandria, go to the back of the truck.
Alexandria:
But I was going to ride up front, to keep the driver company.
Renee: Thanks, but I ride shotgun.
Alexandria:
But they’re going to sing songs.
(Renee gives her a look. Alexandria walks to the back of the
truck and climbs in.)
Sarah: What song shall we sing?
Andi: I know. How about “The More We Get Together.”
(Everyone except Alexandria starts singing.)
Alexandria: Please, no.
Andi: I suppose you have a better suggestion.
Alexandria:
How about we sing some CCR. (Starts singing) On the highwayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,
Thirty people lost their lives,
(The others join in.)
Scene 9
The construction site. Alexandria
is wandering around, not doing any work. Renee comes up to her.
Renee: I notice you’ve been taking it pretty easy.
Alexandria:
Takin it easy,
Takin it easy
Oh sorry, I’m still all pumped up from the truck.
Renee: That’s understandable. I thought you might like to
see the old school building that the children hope to abandon soon so they can
move into the one we’re building.
Alexandria: What do you mean by hhope to abandon exactly?
Renee: Never mind. Come.
(They enter a classroom.)
Teacher: Jambo. Welcome to Standard 4, or as you call it,
Grade 4. Our school is the highest ranked in this area, which incidentally is
known as Little Southside Chicago. Now, the children would like to sing you a
special song.
(The children sing Ice T’s “Cop Killer” and start shooting
at each other. Alexandria and Renee exit and walk to another classroom.)
Renee: This will be our last stop, Standard 8. Some of these
kids will be your age or older.
Alexandria:
But if this is Grade 8, how can they be older? I’m going into Grade 11
Renee: Some of these students couldn’t come when they were
younger because of family responsibilities or lack of funds. Some of these
students might even be a few years older than you.
Teacher: It’s not surprising really. Read “The Bell Curve.”
Renee: Right now the
students are righting the tests that will determine if they can go on to high
school.
Alexandria:
So if they pass they can go on?
Renee: If they pass, they are qualified to go on. They still
have to pay for classes. High school is not paid for by the government. The
families are responsible.
Alexandria:
And if they don’t have the money?
Renee: Then it’s the end of their schooling. That’s why this
class is so small. These are the only students who might have the money and the
ability to go on further. Even these tests they’re taking have to be paid for
by their families.
Alexandria:
That isn’t fair. If you’re smart enough then you should be able to go to
school.
Renee: It isn’t fair, but it isn’t that much different from
back home.
Alexandria:
It’s way different.
Renee: Is it? What university are you planning on going to?
Alexandria:
I don’t know. I figure my parents will pay for me to go to a good school, then
I’ll screw around and get drunk the first year, fail all my classes, take the
courses again the following year, and let the pattern continue until I marry a
rich boyfriend.
Renee: Thought so. It doesn’t seem fair that poor people
can’t go to university.
Alexandria:
But that’s different. Everybody can go to high school, free.
Renee: But lots of people drop out because they know that
they won’t be able to go on any further after. They know they won’t be able to
become doctors or lawyers and teachers and such.
Alexandria:
Well, that’s because you have to go to college or university to do much of
anything these days. It used to be with only a Grade 8 education you could do
lots of different jobs, and those people were better educated than most
university students today. It’s not my fault the government is making it harder
for people to live.
(Ruth comes up to them.)
Ruth: My name is Ruth. What is your name?
Alexandria: My name is Alexandria. Jambo.
Ruth: You speak very good Swahili.
Alexandria:
I only know a few words and phrases: when’s breakfast, when’s lunch, that sort
of thing.
Ruth: All important phrases.
Alexandria:
How do you know such good English.
Ruth: I am in standard 8. I started learning in Standard 4
Alexandria:
Really.
Ruth: We must walk you home.
Alexandria: Would it be OK, Renee?
Renee: Ruth’s village is about halfway to the compound. We
should be done in about half an hour. I’ll send Naballa to pick you up in about
half an hour.
(Alexandria and Ruth begin walking home.)
Alexandria: So, what do you do to chill?
Ruth: Oh, we drink chilled elephant’s blood to stay cool.
Alexandria:
No, I don’t mean staying cool, I mean things that are cool. What do you do for
fun.
Ruth: For fun?
Alexandria: Yes, what do you do for after school.
Ruth: We gather wood and collect water.
Alexandria:
I mean what do you do for fun?
Ruth: Well, when we ggo for water sometimes we sing, CCR,
Ice Tea, that sort of thing.
Alexandria: Does your father help out with any of the
housework?
Ruth: (Laughs and says something in Swahili) No, that is for
women. “Let the bitches do that kind of work,” he says. Here is my village. Let
me show you my house. (She says something in Swahili to a woman sitting on a
bench outside a hut) That was me greeting my mother who is pregnant with my
thirty-fifth sibling.
(They enter Ruth’s hut.)
Alexandria: This hut is filled with smoke. I mean not to be
mean, but we white people, have figured a way to have a fire without the hut
filling with smoke.
Ruth: What is that supposed to mean?
Alexandria:
I’m saying that if white people inhabited this country we would have done
something. Let’s go outside. (They exit) Can I do your eyes? I mean can I put
makeup on them?
Ruth: Sure.
(Alexandria applies makeup to Ruth’s face.)
Alexandria:
Gosh, you are so perfect. I have brought high fashion to the African continent.
My work here is done.
Ruth: My father the chief invites you to stay for supper.
Alexandria:
Your father’s the chief?
Ruth: Yes, at least for this week.
Alexandria:
Well, I’d love to stay for supper.
(Judge Roberts appears.)
Judge Roberts: Alexandria, you have brought high fashion to
the African continent. Your sentence is over.
Alexandria:
Oh, thank you.
Judge: Now I’ve got to tell the kids back at the compound
that the school won’t be completed because the organization has imbezzled all
the money. Bye, everybody.
Closing credits.
Based on “Alexandria of Africa” by Eric Walters.
