START: My young bride, did you hear the...

START: My young bride, did you hear the ghostly one? You sit and sob in your silent heart but say nothing to all this. First I blamed the white man, then I blamed my gods for deserting me.

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END: For I confess to you, daughter, my weakness came not merely from the abomination of the white man who came violently into my fading presence, there was also a weight of longing on my earth-held limbs. I would have shaken it off, already my foot had begun to lift, but then, the white ghost entered and all was defiled.

For full monologue please see Soyinka, Wole, Death and the King’s Horseman, Eyre Methuen Ltd, 1975, pp. 65.