the world is a stage by eguriase s. m okaka

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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 pains,     To celebrate their gains,     Give Lyrics  to the tune of their lives,     Cheat the tyrant of time,     And commune with yet unborn     To give meaning to an epoch lost of antiquity,       Yet time strips the Lyrics  and scars the tune,
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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 far behind?   I’ll fling roses wherever I berth My destination is heaven-
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Hopes of the Living Dead By Ola Rotimi

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HOPES OF THE LIVING DEAD BY OLA ROTIMI PLAY ANALYSIS BY EGURIASE S. M. OKAKA This play is based on the rebellion in Nigeria in the year 1928-1937. The play story is centre on Ikoli Harcourt Whyte and the British administration that include the Senior Medical Officer, the Superintendent of Police and many others in the administration. The play is about leprosy. Leprosy is an infectious disease which cause painful white area on the skin and can destroy nerves and flesh. The play has characters cutting across all segments of the country. “The baboon laughs at the vulture of having baldness on it head forgetting that he too have baldness on it buttock.” That is the case we faced in reality. We also looked at the roles played by other characters in the story making all the elements a unified whole in itself. The conflict started when Dr. Fergusson relocated to London. His departure caused a total stoppage in his research for the cure of leprosy, meaning that their hope of gettin
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