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TPP621S - THEORY AND PRACTICE OF WORLD POETRY - 2ND OPP - JANUARY 2023 |
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nAmlBIA unlVERSITY
OFSCIEnCE Ano TECHn OLOGY
DEPARTMENT OF COMMUNICATION
QUALIFICATION: BACHELOR OF ENGLISH
QUALIFICATION CODE: 07BAEN
LEVEL: 6
COURSE CODE: TPP 621s
COURSE NAME: THEORYAND PRACTICEOF WORLD
POETRY2B
SESSION:January 2023
DURATION: 3 HOURS
PAPER: THEORY
MARKS: 100
SECOND OPPORTUNITY EXAMINATION QUESTION PAPER
EXAMINER(S)
Mr.A.Tjijoro
MODERATOR:
Professor. S. Krishnamurthy
INSTRUCTIONS
1. Answer ALL the questions.
2. Write clearly and neatly.
3. Number the answers clearly.
4. Indicate whether you are a FM,Pm or DI student on the cover of your
answer booklet.
5. Up to 10% will be deducted from your final mark for language errors.
THIS QUESTION PAPER CONSISTS OF 7 PAGES (Including this front page)
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QUESTION 1
Analyse the following poem paying particular attention to the speaker's use of
rhetoric and how this conveys the message of the poem to the reader.
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KEAMOGETSI MOLOPONG: I AM A NAMIBIAN TOO
I am Keamogetsi joseph Molapong
And I am Namibian ;born that way
Some comrades claimed over the years
That my surname does not sound Namibian
Comrades, this Namibia is my country
When you left the country to the administrators
And opted to fight from beyond the borders
I was already here, breathing the cloud of dust
You left behind, the same dust that covered our blood
Covered screams, the graves of many people, lives
You left in such a hurry; you forgot your memory,
Escaped the land that called after you, comrades
The soil missed the naked feet with which you massaged
Its aching belly, ageing silly ,hissing in anger, loneliness
I was there the day you left for the unknown ,exile, freedom
I have seen things , experienced segregation, survived it.
Time brought the enemy to my doorsteps, to our hearts
I have felt the breath of the enemy against my black skin
The rage of the master was never tamed, it burst by itself
Yes comrades, I was taught to be inferior, made to die young
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I was here when you came back ,listened to your stories ,visions
You kept on talking, I listened ,and I heard every single word you said
Felt the pain in my soul, for I knew what you told me, I understood
Yes comrades, I was part of the process ,but inside the country ,home
I too had tales to tell ,ideas to share ,visions to secure our freedom
I talked, comrades, I shared my ideas, explained my purpose ,I spoke.
And only deaf ears listened to me, nodded in ignorance, stared at me
My voice echoed in my head, my heart thrust ,my veins opened
The sun set and the dust rose again, hovering above ,falling on me
Covering me with hopelessness, my spirit sunk burying my hope.
I might not be a returnee, or a detainee for that matter.
Neither am I an I-have-been, nor a wannabee, comrades
I have no political ambitions, nor am I vying for B.E.E.
I am just a Namibian, the one you left many years ago
The very same one who welcomed you some decades later.
QUESTION 2
Read the following poem and analyse it by answering the questions that follow.
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a) Analyse the use of imagery and how it contributes to the overall meaning. (20 marks)
b) Show how further poetic techniques are used to give emphasis and pathos to the
message.
(15
marks)
NGHIKEMBUA,PRIDE OF AN AFRICAN WOMAN
The pride of an African woman
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Runs through every woman's veins
Watch her walk the long paths.
Baby on her back,
Wood on her head,
And a bucket of water at hand.
Right from afar,
The sound of her beads echo
As she makes way to her beloved family
And care is what fills her heart,
For her family is right at heart.
As her feet touch the ground,
Smiles will be on admirer's faces,
And pity is absent on the lover's face.
See how hard working women are.
Waking up earlier than anyone else
To prepare food-
Food that has been processed by them.
Never mind the amount of energies used,
For one may lose count.
The pride of an African woman
Still remains within her.
No matter the number of beatings he gave her.
The pride of an African woman
Shines in her eyes
The pride of an African girl
Grows the strongest each time she walks the long paths from school.
The pride of an African woman
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Grows the strongest when she is recognized
The pride of an African woman
Is one you can't easily take away.
Question 3
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Read the following poem and answer the following questions through an in-depth analysis.
a) Who do the pronouns "I", and "me" refer to? How does the use of these
pronouns contribute to the overall message?
(10 marks)
b) How is imagery used to emphasise the message? (20 marks)
MASHILE-THERE IS A ME THAT I COULD BE
There is a me that I could be
If I just let her breathe outside.
A thundering song that I could sing
If I just let her breathe outside.
There is a me who lives unseen
She paces the corridors inside
She's made of dreams that flow in between
These walls in my mind
She's my internal shadow traversing time
The relentless hope that slowly seeps through my eyes
Like the sun draped dawn,
She never asks why it is her job to ignite me,
Her purpose to be my guide
To the me that I could be
If I just let her breathe outside
To the thundering song that I could sing
If I just let her breathe outside
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Transformation is the spirit changing gear,
The elements of one's being becoming aware
That the future is always far
When your feet are firmly planted here
Attached to the present
Rooted in fear
Change is the pulse of possibility
Pulling from the periphery to now
It is the questions unanswered
The journey through the why's and the how's
It is a sojourn through darkness with a solitary flame as guide
It is the sole destination, the navigator and the ride
It is the blue light revelation revealed when morning cracks
It is abundance when you have known how it feels to live in lack
It is the race ,the car, the ref ,the scorecard and the track,
It is eyes fixed to the horizon with angels at your back
It is the purpose held with reverence reverted to when doubt attacks
It is an energizing uncertainty leaving no option of turning back
Always shifting
Always present
Demanding of us to be more than who we see ourselves to be
Than what we were before
Tomorrow is an infinite portal with no ceiling and no floor
There is only the ledge that beckons us
And wings designed for us to soar
There is a me that I could be
If I just let her breathe outside
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A thundering song that I could sing
If I just let her breathe outside
There is a me who lives unseen
She paces the corridors inside
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