Wole Soyinka News, Pictures & Buzz

Loser-in-chief leaves: Trump's bitter legacy as he exits the White House  TimesLIVE

Sending off “Sendforth”  Vanguard

How Will Africa Remember Donald Trump? Here Is How.  PRESSENZA – International News Agency

How I met Ulli Biere, Duro Ladipo —Ifa priest, Elebuibon  The Punch

Professor Wole Soyinka Takes Swipe At Museveni  Taarifa Rwanda

Nigerian-Brazilian History Project Appoints Adebowale As Its Senior Curator  AllAfrica.com

Kukah and spreading virus of intolerance  The Punch

Kuti Family, Wole Soyinka, Chris Martin, Bono & More Sign Petition For Fair Elections In Uganda  OkayAfrica

Makinde: Most of the bad reports about Amotekun are fake  TheCable

Even now, Akande remains a worried patriach  Guardian

Kenya Arrests Anti-Museveni Campaign Activists  Taarifa Rwanda

Wole Soyinka: 'One casualty of the Capitol riot will be Uganda's election'  The GuardianNigeria's Wole Soyinka on Bobi Wine vs Uganda president Museveni  QuartzWole Soyinka Backs Bobi Wine Ahead of Uganda's Presidential Elections  OkayAfricaNobel laureate Wole Soyinka throws his support behind Bobi Wine ahead of Uganda polls  Face2Face AfricaThe World Should Not Look Away From Uganda's Undemocratic Elections  Council on Foreign RelationsView Full Coverage on Google News

Posers imposed by Soyinka’s ‘Chronicles’  The Nation Newspaper

Corruption Trials In Algeria: No More Facebook For Museveni, Nobel Laureate Denounces Rise Of Armed Groups - Analysis  Eurasia Review

Wole Soyinka airs his view on the state of Nigeria in a characteristic unapologetic manner on Arise TV  BellaNaija

Soyinka laments insecurity, says Nigeria's sovereignty taken over by armed groups  Premium Times

Amotekun must not become another SARS – Wole Soyinka  Vanguard

Forget the existence of Buhari's administration or you'll go mad – Wole Soyinka advises (video)  Pulse Ghana

The most anticipated fiction of 2021  New Statesman

Talking about Buhari’s administration not good for my sanity, Wole Soyinka says  Vanguard

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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