Read Poem - Jean

Read Poem - Jean

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Blue, why have you dominated?
tarpaulin, rigid, edgy_
iron buckle or of sort
cowboys syndromes
in laundry times

POEM: Is He Truly Gone? By Abiola Paul Oku-ola

Is He Truly Gone? By Abiola Paul Oku-ola

Read this poem direct from your mind and soul to get the deeper meaning...

You said he is dead
That you bullet pierced his head
His heart had stopped beating
His soul has no more place among the living
…Is he truly gone?

Heroes don’t die
Even when with

Read This Poem - In This Chess Life I’m Living...

Happiness left me with the jean of orgasm,

When cast the gambling dice of leisure tomorrow_
Oh, thank God! It’s Friday,
No work tomorrow,
Tomorrow Saturday with the fulcrum
To transpose from

Poem- My Babe

Poem- My Babe

Read carefully with your mind...


Babe, I no know whether you sabi say


You fine sotay, you fit kill man-pikin?


Your fine even neat pass


Eva water wey we dey drink,


Your eyes come dey shine like beer palor light,


Your hair come long like

Poem: If Only Dreams Had Wings - By Dorcas Onuh

Poem: If Only Dreams Had Wings - By Dorcas Onuh

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If only dreams had wings,
I would be where I had wanted to be.
If only shadows don’t stray so far off;
My destiny assured would bring me peace of minds

If only dreams had wings,
I’d have met my man

POEM: Nonsensical Lines

POEM: Nonsensical Lines

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If you love rice and beans
Clap your hands
Pa! Pa!! Pa!!!

If you happy and you know
Raise your spoon
Pu! Pu!! Pu!!!

For

Poem: A Black Hunter

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Read Poem: A Black Hunter

What bush meat I’ve not eaten?
Tiger, hare, deer or python
or squirrel, alligator, snail; my dad
was a good hunter
not with gun but with

Read Poem - Mongo Park and The African Prences

 Read Poem  Mongo Park and The African Prences

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Some say the world is sphere
And hard like coconut.
Others took time to compare
The world to fragile things.
But believe it or not
The truth was later born
When a brave and skinny guy
With the name Mungo Park
Began the journey.
Aided with his wrist-band compass,
And a few slaves to aid his conquest,
His voyage brought him to Africa’s grass,
Where he hope to solve this natures test.
But little did this brave Scotish explorer know,
His life was about to take an unusual flow.
At the beautiful trees he steared,
Smiling to the birds
Talking to his mind in agreement
As he studied every single moment.
In the large heart of

A Tale of Two Cities - The Preparation Chapter IV

A Tale of Two Cities
A story of the French Revolution

by Charles Dickens

    Chapter IV

The Preparation

When the mail got successfully to Dover, in the course of the forenoon, the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened the coach-door as his custom was. He did it with some flourish of ceremony, for a mail journey from London in winter was an achievement to congratulate an adventurous traveller upon.
By that time, there was only one adventurous traveller left be congratulated: for the two others had been set down at their respective roadside destinations. The mildewy inside of the coach, with its damp and dirty straw, its disageeable smell, and its obscurity, was rather like a larger dog-kennel. Mr. Lorry, the passenger, shaking himself out of it in chains of straw, a tangle of shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather like a larger sort of dog.
"There will be a packet to Calais, tomorrow, drawer?"
"Yes, sir, if the weather holds and the wind sets tolerable fair. The tide will serve pretty nicely at about two in the afternoon, sir. Bed, sir?"
"I shall not go to bed till night; but I want a bedroom, and a barber."
"And then breakfast, sir? Yes, sir. That way, sir, if you please. Show Concord! Gentleman's valise and hot water to Concord. Pull off gentleman's boots in Concord. (You will find a fine sea-coal fire, sir.) Fetch barber to Concord. Stir about there, now, for Concord!"
The Concord bed-chamber being always assigned to a passenger by the mail, and passengers by the mail being always heavily wrapped up from head to foot, the room had the odd interest for the establishment of the Royal George, that although but one kind of man was seen to go into it, all kinds and varieties of men came out of it. Consequently, another drawer, and two porters, and several maids and the landlady, were all loitering by accident at various points of the road between the Concord and the coffee-room, when a gentleman of sixty, formally dressed in a brown suit of clothes, pretty well worn, but very well kept, with large square cuffs and large flaps to the pockets, passed along on his way to

A Tale of Two Cities - The Night Shadows Chapter III

A Tale of Two Cities
A story of the French Revolution

by Charles Dickens

 

Chapter III

The Night Shadows

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?
As to this, his natural and not to be alienated inheritance, the messenger on

POEM - Feeling As If To Kiss God (Bliss)

POEM - Feeling As If To Kiss God
 
Read carefully - “BLISS: This is a poetic device where an extreme state of happiness is shown in a poem”
 
This bright beautiful, colorful morning
As if to kiss God;
I woke so sound feeling
As if to kiss God
Frenchly in the cunt.
What a great beautiful day I saw!
Yesterday, so awesome was
The romantic night I saw
So beautifully, romantically cuddling
Till slept and snored

Cross The Bar - Poem

Crossing The Bar - Poem

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no
moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and

Read The Best Frequently Used Axioms,Proverbs,Maxims And Sayings By Examination Bodies

Such sayings,axioms,maxims and proverbs are He who laughs last laughs best, all is well that ends well, honesty is the best policy, as you lay your bed so you shall lie on it, where there is a will there is a way, look before you leap, there is blessing in disgust and lot more...
This platform is to be used to write story that illustrates each of them. Everybody is free to put down story(ies) on any of them. 

THE WAY YOU LAY YOUR BED IS THE WAY YOU WILL LIE ON IT

This saying reminds of the story of a girl named Treasure. Treasure was at the age of nineteen when she met Tope.They had a truthful, trustworthy and happy relationship, because Tope was a successful
businessman and this made them to get married after two years of relationship.
As God wanted it,their union became fruitful and this resulted into giving birth a year after their wedding and they
lived happily.Everything was moving so sweet
and clean.Two years after their first child,a bouncing baby boy joined them whom they named Ayomikun.After Ayomikun's birth,things weren't as it was before.Her husband's business ran down and this lowered the standard they lived initially.Three square meal was not longer available and this made Treasure to be looking for alternatives.
One day she went to a nearby supermarket and met an old school
friend,Chisom.Chisom
was her best friend
when she was in school and they did most things together which led to

Read The Summary Of The Purple Hibiscus

Purple Hibiscus takes
place in Enugu, a city in
post-colonial Nigeria, and is narrated by the main character,Kambili Achike. Kambili lives with her older brother Jaja(Chukwuku Achike), a teenager who, like his
sister, excels at school but is withdrawn and sullen. Kambili’s father, Papa(Eugene Achike) is a strict authoritarian whose strict adherence to Catholicism overshadows his paternal love. He punishes his wife, Mama (Beatrice Achike), and his children when they fail to live up to
his impossibly high
standards.
The novel begins on Palm Sunday. Jaja has refused to go to church and receive communion.
Because Jaja has no
reasonable excuse for
missing church, Papa
throws his missal at his
son. The book hits a shelf containing his wife’s beloved figurines. This defiant act and resulting
violence marks the
beginning of the end of
the Achike family. Kambili then explains the events leading up to

WAEC 2016-2020 Literature Syllabus

BELOW IS CURRENT -

WAEC LITERATURE
SYLLABUS FOR 2016-2020

Unseen Drama

Williams Shakespeare:
Othello

African Prose

Amma Darko: Faceless
Bayo Adebowale: Lonely
Days

Non-African Prose

Richard Wright: Native
Son
Patience Swift: The Last Goodman

Non-African Drama

Oliver Goldsmith: She
Stoops to Conquer
Lorraine Hansberry: A
Raisin in the Sun

African Drama

Frank Ogodo Ogbeche:
Harvest of Corruption
Dele Charley: The Blood of a Stranger

African Poetry

Birago Diop: Vanity
Gbemisola Adeoti:

Read This Poem: Vanity By Birago

YES READ THE VANITY

If we tell, gently, gently
All that we shall one
day have to tell,
Who then will hear our
voices without laughter,
Sad complaining voices
of beggars
Who indeed will hear
them without laughter?
If we roughly of our
torments
Ever increasing from the start of

Read The Analysis Of The Poem Titled Ambush By Gbemisola Adeoti

THE REAL PURPOSE OF THIS ARTICLE YOU MUST KNOW.

This article is written to expanciate vividly on the poet, the themes, the mood, the figures of speech, and the expected questions on this poem.

WHO MAY NEED THIS ARTICLE...

This article is needed by the following sets of individuals:
1. All lovers of poetry
2. All lovers of Literature-In-English
3. Students who will be sitting for these examinations: WASSE/WAEC, NECO,
GCE, A-LEVEL, IJAMB,JAMB and NABTEB.
4. Students of English Language And Literature In Universities, Polythenics, Colleges of
Educations, and so on.

DETAILED ANALYSIS AND SIMPLIFICATION OF THE
POEM TITLED AMBUSH

Ambush is a poem
written by Gbemisola
Adeoti who is a lecturer, a poet, an editor,and an author.He is a Nigerian who hailed from South West Geopolitical zone of the country.He is a yoruba man.He is also a member of Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA). Gbemisola Adeoti works as a lecturer at

Read Poem: Ambush By Gbemisola Adeoti

Read As The land is a giant
whale that swallows the sinker with hook, line and bait aborting dreams of a good catch fishers turn home at dusk blue Peter on empty ships all Peters
with Petered out desires
The land is a saber-toothed tiger, that cries
deep in the glade
While infants shudder home the grizzled ones snatch their guts from buyouners of

Analysis Of The Poem Titled The Panic Of Growing Older By Lenrie Peters

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In the poem titled “The Panic Of Growing Older”,the poet, Dr Lenrie Peters seemed preoccupied by what can be considered as how some factors: Time, ambition, hope, etc affect the adult stage of human beings.
Lenrie Peters, took age 20 upwards as his case-study to show how the events of adulthood unfold. He revealed that a person begins adulthood with beautiful hopes:
“at twenty stilled by hope of gigantic success and exploration”. Ten years later, one has gained the achievement of
raising a family, one
becomes unnecessarily
busy in domesticity that won’t give room of seeing the moon, one begins to suffer emotional pains due
to inability to achieve
expected goals. He put it this way: “Copybook bisected with red ink
and failuresq-nothing to show the world”. He further explained that
the scientific prove of life longevity is uncertain because “hope is not a

Dr Lenrie Peters The Author Of The Poem Titled The Panic Of Growing Older.

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Dr Lenrie Peters was
born in 1932 in Bathurst
(The Gambia). In 1956
he graduated with a B
Sc. from the Trinity
College of Cambridge.
From 1956 to 1959, he
worked with the
University College
Hospital of London.

In 1959, he received a
Medical and Surgery
diploma from Cambridge. He holds a
Master’s degree in Arts.
From 1954 to 1955 he
was the president of
African Students’
Society of