Eguria

The author in this literary piece reveal a fact which many will not agree with because all of us has divertgent views of issues that come our way. In this article, he said that the woman is a kind of deity in disguise, hence she requires to be worshipped by a man. This fact is present with us as we are all evidence of this situation. We witnessed it in our society every day. You can also read an article in this blog titled 'Deity in Man by Eguriase S. M. Okaka. Read and learn more from this blog. Thanks!  DEITY IN DISGUISE  BY EGURIASE S. M. OKAKA   The woman has become a deity to the man.   A deity is a god or anything that requires worship from MAN. This is exactly what the woman has become to him. Since, I have established that fact it is now clear that the road we are going to tour here will be understandable.   In the creation story we understand that God made the woman out of the rib of     Adam the first man that was created. From...

“The Grieved Lands” style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">-Agostinho Neto   The grieved lands of Africa In the tearful woes of ancient and modern slave In the degrading sweet of impure dance Of other seas Grieved   The grieved lands of Africa In the infamous sensation of the stunning Perfume of the Flower Crushed in the forest By the wickedness of iron and fire The grieved lands The grieved lands of Africa In the dream soon undone in jingling of Gaolers’ keys And in the unconscious brilliance of hidden Sensations And in the stifled laughter and victorious voice Of lament Of the grieved lands of Africa   Alive In themselves and with us alive They bubble up in dreams Decked with dances by Baobabs over balances By the antelope In the perpetual alliance of everything that lives   They shout out the sound of life Shout it Even the corpses thrown up by the Atlantic In putrid offering of incoherence An...

  Do Not Go Gentle into the Good Night” ="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5MWTcejRhs4STrxA5pLhCkPbiMPTtf5CkJmXaJ5Yb6i4bdXLd2eDjcMmmy_4A_xfus4hhXWgwLzgAWlrSiMTwKFlbHyILT7jWzykjQFIH5I-EkbwlBDUwfDR77Df8Txnv1Fx8HpVrBz9s66LxvloTL45M9vIjQN3vl2IWxnDsWAcOiTDcBbLXKhr_=s333" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">   -DYLANS THOMAS       Do not go gentle into that good night Old age should burn and rave at close of day? Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right Because their words had forked no lighting they Do not go gentle into that good night.   Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight And learn, too late, they grieved on its way; Do not go gentle into that good night.  ...