Literature In English Past Questions and Answers

'The seas eats our lands' by Kwesi Brew<br/>Here stood our ancestral home:<br/>The crumbling wall marks the spot.<br/>Here a sheep was led to the slaughter<br/>To appease the gods and atone<br/>For faults which our destiny<br/>Has blossomed into crimes<br/>There my cursed father once stood<br/>And shouted to us,his children,<br/>To come back from our play<br/>To our evening meal and sleep<br/>The clouds were thickening in the red sky<br/>And night had charmed<br/>A black power into the pounding waves.<br/>Here once lay Keta<br/>Now her golden girls<br/>Erode into the arms<br/>of strange towns.<br/>In this poem,

From the West<br/>Clouds come hurrying with the wind<br/>Turning<br/>Sharply<br/>Here and there<br/>Like a plague of locusts<br/>Whirling<br/>Tossing up things on its tail<br/>Like a madman chasing nothing<br/>Pregnant clouds<br/>Ride stately on its back<br/>Gathering to perch on hills<br/>Like dark sinister wings:<br/>The wind whistles by<br/>And trees bend to let it pass<br/>In the village<br/>Screams of delighted children<br/>Toss and turn<br/>In the dim of whirling wind<br/>Women-<br/>Babies clinging to their backs-<br/>Dart about<br/>In and out<br/>Madly<br/>The wind whistles by<br/>Whilst trees bend to let it pass.<br/>(From 'An African Thunderstorm' by David Rubadiri)<br/>The poet varies the lengths of the lines skillfully

Gabriel Okara's 'The Call of the River Nun',treats

The Concubine by Elechi Amadi<br/>The title of this novel is justified because

In those days <br/>When civilization kicked us in the face<br/>When holy water slapped our cringing brows<br/>The vultures built in the shadow of their talons<br/>The blood stained monument of tutelage<br/>In those days<br/>There was painful laughter on the metallic hell<br/>of the roads<br/>And the monotonous rythm of the paternoster<br/>Drowned the howling of the plantations <br/>Of the bitter memories of the extorted kisses<br/>Of promises broken at the point of a gun<br/>Of foriegners who did not seem human<br/>You who knew all the books but knew not love<br/>Nor our hands which fertilize the womb of the earth<br/>Hands instinct of the root with revolt<br/>Inspite of your songs of pride in the charnel houses<br/>Inspite of the desolate villages of Africa torn apart<br/>Hope lived in us like a citadel<br/>And from Swaziland's mines to the sweltering sweat<br/>of Europe's factories<br/>Spring will be reborn under our bright steps.<br/>('The Vultures',by David Diop)<br/>The theme of the poem is