Wole Soyinka News, Pictures & Buzz

Flashback: Why I, Yoruba man, fought on Biafran side-Lt Col Oyewole  The News

Wole Soyinka protests imprisonment of Nigerian humanist Mubarak Bala  The Guardian

Some good neighbours saw murder and didn't bother  Guardian

Broadcasting Code: Iredia Accuses Lai Mohammed of Hijacking NBC DG’s Powers  THISDAY Newspapers

The exit of Ayo Fasanmi  NIGERIAN TRIBUNE

Almajiris and clamour for change  The Nation Newspaper

The national honour on Tinubu, Saraki others | Blueprint Newspapers  Blueprint newspapers Limited

Playing with workers' rights  Daily Sun

NBC’s sixth code of expired values  The Punch

COVID-19: 'Tug of war results?'  Graphic Online

Adegbenro Commends Buhari for Honouring Rewane, Osoba  THISDAY Newspapers

She who needs no introduction: Mrs Taiwo Ajai Adefolaju-Lycett  Vanguard

Adegbenro Commends FG over Grandfather, Rewane’s Immortalization  THISDAY Newspapers

Face To Face With A Giant – A Birthday Tribute To Wole Soyinka At 86  The News

More rail stations to be named after prominent Nigerians -Amaechi  The Punch

Immoral Proposals on Immortalisation  THISDAY Newspapers

Mo Abudu teams up with Netflix for 'Chief Daddy' sequel  TheCable

Walcott in New York | by Caryl Phillips  The New York Review of Books

Much ado about N25bn upgrade of National Theatre  The Punch

Nigerian poet featured in this week's reading  Davis Enterprise

DapoGrey: ....in any people that submit willingly to the ‘daily humiliati~~% of fear,’ the man dies. Wole Soyinka

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booksaboutafric: Wole Soyinka protests impris^ment of Nigerian humanist Mubarak Bala https://t.co/RmL0iiA1GA

Mazianozie1: RT @Victor35517418: Take Nnamdi Kanu seriously – Wole Soyinka advise Nigerians https://t.co/OMfqmKkFrL

At the moment I am looking at 'Telephone Conversation' by Wole Soyinka. Two of the things I have to think about are: - How does the humour in the poem help the reader to explore the poem's themes? - Why does the poem concentrate so much on different shades of colour? However, I'm really stuck on what to write on these two points. Can anyone give me any help, hints, or pointers in the right direction? Also, the first question I had to answer was: - To what extent do you feel that Soyinka comes across as bitter in the poem? Why? This is what I wrote: At the time of the experience, the narrator seems bitter toward the prejudiced British society, who treat him as a criminal and an outcast although he has done nothing wrong. He experiences 'dumbfoundment' when the woman turns him down on the basis of the colour of his skin. However, looking back on the event, he seems rather amused and uses a lot of humour and irony in the poem. He can now see that although he was looked down on for his external appearance, the woman - who was of a so-called higher class - was the one who was actually intellectually deficient. We can see this because she does not understand what 'sepia' and 'brunette' mean. What do you think of my answer? I'm just interested to hear others' opinions, because I am pretty much teaching myself for my IGCSE English Literature exam. I know it's mainly a matter of how the poem comes across to the individual reader, but I would like to know if I'm completely wrong...! Thanks in advance for any answers!

i'm doing a project and i want to find out when he was born. and that's the last question i have and it's due tommorrow

Telephone Conversation - Wole Soyinka The price seemed reasonable, location Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived Off premises. Nothing remained But self-confession. “Madam,” I warned, “I hate a wasted journey—I am African.” Silence. Silenced transmission of Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came, Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was, foully. “HOW DARK?” . . . I had not misheard . . . “ARE YOU LIGHT OR VERY DARK?” Button B. Button A. Stench Of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak. Red booth. Red pillar-box. Red double-tiered Omnibus squelching tar. It was real! Shamed By ill-mannered silence, surrender Pushed dumbfoundment to beg simplification. Considerate she was, varying the emphasis— “ARE YOU DARK? OR VERY LIGHT?” Revelation came. “You mean—like plain or milk chocolate?” Her assent was clinical, crushing in its light Impersonality. Rapidly, wavelength adjusted, I chose. “West African sepia”—and as an afterthought, “Down in my passport.” Silence for spectroscopic Flight of fancy, till truthfulness clanged her accent Hard on the mouthpiece. “WHAT’S THAT?” conceding, “DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS.” “Like brunette.” “THAT’S DARK, ISN’T IT?” “Not altogether. Facially, I am brunette, but madam, you should see The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet Are a peroxide blonde. Friction, caused— Foolishly, madam—by sitting down, has turned My bottom raven black—One moment madam!”—sensing Her receiver rearing on the thunderclap About my ears—“Madam,” I pleaded, “wouldn’t you rather See for yourself

Hamlet by Wole Soyinka He stilled his doubts, they rose to halt and lame 
 A resolution on the rack. Passion's flame 
 Was doused in fear of error; his mind's unease 
 Bred indulgence to the state's disease Ghosts emboweled his earth; he clung to rails 
 In a gallery of abstractions, dissecting tales 
 As 'told by an idiot'. Passionless he set a stage 
 Of passion for the guilt he would engage. Justice despaired. The turn and turn abouts 
 Of reason danced default to duty's counterpoint 
 Till treachery scratched the slate of primal clay 
 Then Metaphysics waived a thought's delay-- 
 It took the salt in the wound, the 'point 
 Envenom'd too' to steel the prince of doubts.

please i need a right answer