22/10/2024
I had this feeling that I was competing with some states in Nigeria in an abandoned project 🤣🤣🤣🤣 This script, and many others like that is proof.
I am not sure what birthed this idea, and I immediately developed a few scenes, but then abandoned it and never returned to it until I stumbled on it now.
Oya read and comment:
TITLE: MORE
(The interior of a luxurious private jet. Plush leather seats, minimalist but elegant décor, and the soft hum of the engine fill the space. D: sits casually in one of the seats, reviewing documents on a tablet. O:, in a suit with his tie slightly loosened, reclines with a glass of champagne. K:, the witty flight attendant, stands nearby, adjusting a tray of hors d'oeuvres. There’s a subtle tension in the air—though they are friends, there’s an unspoken competition between the two.)
D: (without looking up from his tablet) I am surprised you’re still drinking that champagne. Isn’t it a bit… outdated for your taste?
O: (smirking, swirling the glass) Outdated? This bottle costs more than your entire sugar refinery, my friend.
D: (finally looking up, amused) Sugar refinery? Please, O. If you’re going to throw around numbers, at least pick something relevant. Try my oil investments.
O raises an eyebrow and takes a slow sip, as if unbothered.
K: (stepping in with a tray) Gentlemen, a reminder: We’re still flying at 35,000 feet, so I’d appreciate it if you both stayed grounded. K places a small plate in front of D:, with a cheeky smile.
O: (laughing) K! always the philosopher. What do you have for us today?"
K: (grinning) Some perspective, sir. And perhaps some pâté.
(He winks and turns to leave. D: and O: exchange looks, neither willing to back down from the light-hearted competition.)
D: (leaning back) You know, O, sometimes I wonder... with all these businesses, all this wealth, what are we really chasing?
O: (nonchalantly) More.
D: More what? Money? Power? Respect?
O: (shrugging, leaning forward) All of it. None of it. Depends on the day, doesn’t it?
(K: returns with another tray, eavesdropping on their conversation, shaking his head.)
K: (cutting in): Funny how the richest men in Nigeria are still asking questions that even my grandmother had the answers to.
(O and D pause, looking at K)
D: And what’s her answer, K? Please, enlighten us.
K: (with a dramatic pause) She’d say you two are like children chasing shadows when the sun is right in front of you.
O: (laughing) K, stick to serving the hors d'oeuvres. Leave philosophy to the professionals.
(K grins and moves away, leaving O and D to ponder for a moment.)
D: (smiling to himself) You know, he’s not entirely wrong. We do chase shadows.
O: (clinks his glass against D’s) True, but at least our shadows are worth billions.
Both laugh, but there's a lingering seriousness behind the humor.)