<div dir="auto">The Art of Becoming A Sacred Bitch!<br><br>I would like to invite you to a reading this Saturday, November 22, 2025, at UUCC, located at 21600 Shaker Blvd, Shaker Heights, Ohio.<br><br>The doors will open at 5:00 PM, and the reading will start promptly at 6:00 PM.<br><br>BYOB Wine or Not to enjoy while watching!<br>We hope to see you there.<br><br>Best,<br>Roschelle Ogbuji<div><h3 dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:14.0pt;margin-bottom:4.0pt" id="docs-internal-guid-bafa98d2-7fff-7168-52f9-e8f1271105ad"><span style="font-size:13pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">Dramaturg’s Note</span></h3><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">By Brad Raymond </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">What happens when the sacred and profane share the same breath? When grief, rage, sensuality, and divinity all live in the same body?</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline"><br></span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline"> </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">The Art of Becoming a Sacred Bitch</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline"> is not simply a one-woman show—it is a resurrection. A reckoning. A ritual.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">This work asks: What does it mean to name yourself when the world tries to erase you? What does healing sound like when spoken in the voice of a mother who has lost everything? What does holiness look like when it’s dripping in sarcasm, salt, sweat, and sacred oil?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">Roschelle Ogbuji’s piece is both deeply personal and profoundly universal. Through the framework of poetic monologue, she brings us into the most intimate rooms of a woman’s becoming—rooms where abuse is survived, faith is tested, motherhood is shattered, and desire becomes a kind of protest. Each scene is a portal: a memory, a sermon, a fight, a prayer, a dare.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">As dramaturg, my role is to sit in the liminal space between script and stage—ensuring that the language, structure, history, and emotional logic of this piece supports the weight of its truth. In this work, that meant honoring both </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">the precision of the pain</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline"> and </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">the liberation of the language</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">. Roschelle’s voice is not only poetic; it is prophetic. It dares to speak of things many of us are told to survive silently. But here, in this sacred circle of storytelling, silence is broken wide open.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">The journey of this show unfolds in three acts: </span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:700;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">Descent, Wrestle, and Rise</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">—mirroring the ancient rites of transformation which is something like a spiral that overlaps on itself while still moving forward because trauma is not linear. It spirals. It shifts form. So does healing. And so, the voice of the sacred bitch evolves across time: from a wounded girl, to a furious woman, to a resurrected soul who redefines holiness on her own terms.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">We do not offer this piece with easy answers or neat bows. This is not a morality tale. This is a survival hymn. A reclamation of body, voice, spirit, and story.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">May you enter this space ready to weep, to laugh, to flinch, to breathe deeply.</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline"><br></span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline"> May you walk out with a deeper reverence for the women who dare to name themselves sacred.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.3800000000000001;margin-top:12.0pt;margin-bottom:12.0pt"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">And may you leave remembering:</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline"><br></span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">Bitch is a prayer word.</span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline"><br></span><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;font-variant-alternates:normal;vertical-align:baseline">And sometimes, prayer sounds like a scream.</span></p></div></div>