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Efua Sutherland: The Marriage of Anansewa,The Wedlock of the gods By Zulu Sofola, The gods Are Not

The Song of the Women of My Land By Oumar Farouk Sesay

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    “The Song of the Women of My Land”   -Oumar Farouk Sesay         Like a sculptor  chipping away at bits of wood     Time chisels away bits of their memory       It strips away Lyrics  of the song of the women of my land     Leaving only a fading tune echoing the song         They sang in the forlorn fields     About their lives; songs     Of how they ploughed the terrain of their  minds-cape     For memories of Lyrics  lost in the vast void of time     In those days when a song beheld their lives:     When servitude cuffed the ankles of their souls,     And dereliction decapitated the epic of their lives.       With a song, they sponged off their anguish,     To behold their collective p...
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Efua T. Sutherland: The Marriage of Anansewa

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  THE MARRIAGE OF ANANSEWAA   BY EFUA T. SUTHERLAND   AUTHOR’S BACKGROUND   Efua T. Sutherland is a Ghanaian, she is an innovator and she founded an Experimental Theater in 1958 and her plays, in Akan were acted. She has experimented with the integration of traditional Africa forms and European theatrical practice.   The Marriage of Anansewaa is an experimental drama, for the playwright deviates from western/European conventional forms. Among the works of Efua Sutherland are: Anansewaa and the Dwarf Brigade, a play developed from a folktale, and Edufa. The dramatist uses the traditional folktales of her people – Akan people – to teach morals. TEXTUAL BACKGROUND AND SETTING   The Marriage of Anansewaa is from 'Anansesem' – a form of storytelling by the Akan-speaking people developed from ‘Anansegoro.’ The name of 'Anansesem' literally means Ananse story. Ananse means spider. Ananse appears to represent a kind of every man, artistically exag...
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Raider of the Treasure Trove By Lade Worsonu

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    “Raider of the Treasure Trove”   -         Lade Worsonu   But what can be worthy of your life? What dearest than the gems of your dreams, The reason you are here? Always strive To fly flags of joy, and sail up streams Powered by the breeze of love, your course Chartered in the ink of compassion And, fling roses wherever you pause Heaven-on-earth your destination   Of things which blot out that brief Or breach your sails with arrows unseen; No! Rob you of your life, rage is Chief Rage drags rags after you.   Of charity Laughter, sweetness and light, rage is thief Enemy of equanimity, Rage spreads toxic fumes on every scene In essence, rage spells calamity.   It’s sole cause? Your perception of storms Breaking around not upon, your head. There are neither snakes deviants, nor norms: As you think, so you feel.   Watch your mind. Rage sets sail.   Can ruin lag ...
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