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TPP621S - THEORY AND PRACTICE OF WORLD POETRY 2B - 1ST OPP - NOVEMBER 2025 |
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nAmlBIA UnlVERSITY
OF SCIEnCE Ano TECHnOLOGY
FACULTY OF COMMERCE, HUMAN SCIENCE AND EDUCATION
DEPARTMENT OF COMMUNICATION
QUALIFICATION: BACHELOR OF ENGLISH AND LINGUISTICS
QUALIFICATION CODE: 07 BENL
LEVEL: 6
COURSE CODE: TPP 621S
COURSE NAME: THEORY AND PRACTICE OF
WORLD POETRY 2B
SESSION: OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 2025
DURATION: 3 HOURS
PAPER: THEORY
MARKS: 100
FIRST OPPORTUNITY QUESTION PAPER
EXAMINER(S) Mr. A.Brewis
MODERATOR: Dr.E.Gawas
INSTRUCTIONS
1) Answer all the questions.
2) Read all the questions carefully before answering.
3) Number the answers clearly
4) Marks will be deducted for spelling and language errors .
THIS QUESTION PAPER CONSISTS OF_12_ 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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Let's Go To Parliament
Let' s go, don't wait
Doubt later not now
Let's go, don't walk
Run to parliament
Meet with the MPs
Memes(l) and Puppets
Haste to the building
Of colonial heritage
To grow our kapundas(2)
Comrades are sleeping
Dreaming of shares
Opportunities are gazing
Admiring their compatriots
Sprint to the law house
l}Women
2) Big bellies
Wake the blooming Memes
With their expensive gear
Ask the puppets to die
For the gold-filled train
Has long passed their station;
They are lost in the purest of
greed
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Let's invade parliament
Exhibit our interest
Perform our hunger to them
Let's sing to them of our thirst
And do the poverty dance
Yes, entertain them with plagues
Let's screen for them the movies
Depicting our honest suffering
With detailed pain and curse
Let's draw our hopelessness
With colourful bright truth
Even if it blinds them
Let's creatively write them off
With passionate distrust
And ill-conceived lust
Let's recite poetry of a failure
To appreciate visual art
Understand performing art
Let's colonise Parliament
Before another political session.
Let's create a new parliament
Disband the current thinking
Of "Listen,ignore,Se/f-Enrichment"
Let's blow up the parliament
That is haunting the MP's
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Camouflaged Memes and Puppets
Actually, Models and Pirates
Let's instil a sense of reality
In the minds of the MP's
Parachute their lust for money
To the safety of our true misery
Let's dissipate their phantom castles
Burn their assets - I mean to ashes
And call the winds to blow them
Into the cold of the Atlantic Ocean
Let's blowtorch their greed, lust
Into fake memories of colonialism
Cripple their self-styled powers
Humble their pride and position
To the grounds of our realities
Let's go, don't stop
For a fool you will be
Waiting for the MP's
To wake up before dawn
Let's speak in unision
Fight now, think tomorrow
When casualties are taken
And the fighting is in recess
Let's persist with our art
Speak through our poems
Draw with our sweat
On canvases of our skin
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Let's not give up yet
Surrender to artificial failures
Timely frustrations, death
Politicised and twisted truths
Let's move the Parliament
To new grounds, space time
Cultured foundations of strength
Influenced by our innovative art
QUESTION 2
What does the mirror represent in the following poem? Describe the conflicting
emotions of the speaker after what has happened to her and how they are
expressed by poetic language. (450-500 words)
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Manfred Aubrey Lehoho: My Broken Mirror
My mirror smashed into pieces
Reflecting buts of that which was me
Mirror on the floor, what happened to me?
Reality slowly sinks, accusing me: Perverted!
My mirror smashed into a thousand pieces
Reflecting my guilt, my shame if they knew
(Why are they looking? I am sure they know
What will I say? Can I trust them? (They passed.)
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My mirror smashed into a million pieces
Reflecting my mini-dress, high heels, sexy walk
That's why, he said, I wanted it, "No" is girl talk!
I meant No. He lied. Who will believe me, stupid me!
My mirror smashed into a million pieces
Reflecting the sun through my window, it's morning
Will I tell someone today despite the scorning?
Who can I trust? Who can make my mirror whole?
My mirror smashed into pieces
Reflecting a broken me. Who am I?
Maybe it is worth knowing before I die
Maybe life is worth living . Maybe.
My mirror smashed to the floor
Reflecting my doubt, my indecisiveness, my insecurities
If I find someone to help me remake my mirror
The sun will shine brightly through my window again
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QUESTION 3
Discuss the differing views of city life presented by the poems Everybody Needs You by
Kahengua and Katutura by Thaniseb.. Comment on the use of imagery as well as poetic
devices.
Your essay should be between 400-450 words long.
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KAHENGUA- EVERYBODY NEEDS YOU
In the city everybody needs
You
Don't be ill
The city has no mercy
For the ill
Your employer needs
You
Around the clock
Don't be ill
A publisher needs
Your creativity
Don't be ill
The city has no time
For the ill
The doctor needs
You
Your illness sustains
His life, I mean her life
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Don't be ill
Not on any day
Not at any time
It is an inconvenience
Everybody needs
You
You are like oxygen
You should give a relative
A few dollars back home
In the city everybody needs
You
Don't be ill
Don't suffer depressions
The medical insurance will
Suck you like a tick
Don't be ill
In the city you live on
Borrowed hopes
Borrowed money
Borrowed time
You prop the city
Notwithstanding its massive
Weight of debts
The electronic device for the privileged?
The TV which supposedly
Communicates knowledge
Its document, its licence
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Will usurp your valuables
As you sink into the quicksand of
Black Economic Impoverishment-BEi
A soujourner in the city
You will pay your house loan until you die
Without respite
Without rebate
Tour children will inherit
Nothing
There is nowhere to scurry to
As democracy and decentralization
With their uncaring ways
Encroach upon the villages
Rapidly spreading like veldt fires
They call it a participatory process
Don't be ill
Everybody needs you
You will hew power
And draw clean water
From a utility which you will pay for through the nose
And the piece of land
You work and live on
Keeps diminishing
You will have to live
According to how the Authority prescribes
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Don't be ill
Your country needs
You.
Katutura-THANISEB
The place not to be ...
At birth, cast away like an unwanted child,
(the place born of pleasant anguish-)
Bloomed to maturity of pride and allegiance
Like a Shepherd's Tree from the rock infested earth.
As dawn breaks and the heavy veil of darkness
Gives way to the tattered morning,
You breathe life into the blue concrete and
Steely bowels of the city.
And, when the evening spreads its wings
Over your weathered bosom, just after five before eight,
Your veins fill with life on the fifth day ofthe week.
Stepping out for a smiley(l) at Ausie (2) Otjikwaentu's place
Down the corner of Caesar's Street,
Aagh, sommer (3) some stukkies (4) of kapunda (5) on the grill
By the singled (6) Quarters...
Maybe just hustle and flow down Eveline Street for a jo/ ( 7),
Or down a quick one at the Herera Mall and catch a vibe on the
Latest on the onyama (8) market and the lay of the land,
Or just hang and blom (9) on the street corner in your dickies (10) and
The latest bling (11) of sorts.
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The place where your battered Cortina is at ease
Next to the Mercedes SLK;
The sweet aromas of utete {12) and KFC mingle with the sweat and dust.
And on the 30th day of the month,
When there is makiti in de kasie {13) - it is stomping in de kasie,
The people getting down to tikie-draai,
Kwasa-kwasa-kuturu or Ma/gaisa sty/e,{14)
Aagh,sommer a whole lot of foot-stomping and bum-rubbing.
Sitting out on the stoep {15) at grandma's, shooting the breeze,
With the sounds of Louis Armstrong...The African Jazz Pioneers,
Dancing in a never-ending waltz with the aromas of grandma's afval {16)
The spirit of togetherness abounds.
You bloom with the colours only a rainbow can contain,
For it is a celebration of life- the Tura way {17),
Of the people stepping out to the beat of your heart,
The gay chatter of men and women as they dance
To the sweet rhythm of your smile.
The place where corporate and ikasie {18) culture is like pap and vleis {19)
Where a man is judged by his word and the sound of his laughter
Not by the texture of his shoes;
The old-timers sit out on the stoep in conversation
With suited young men and barefooted youngsters;
The place where you can breathe and just be you;
Where diversity is truly the mirror of the land
And Ubuntu {20) abounds- Etse, A true potjie ! {21)
Tura, the place to be!
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1) An oven baked goat head, a local delicacy
2) Auntie/Aunt
3) An expression of exhilaration ...could mean "merely" or "for no
particular reason"
4) Small pieces
5) Small pieces of meat prepared on an open grill
6) Single
7) A party/or having a good time
8) A meat market
9) Show off!/visiting/gathering- popular way of the young people
gathering around street corners or popular spots
10) Sneakers
11) Assortment of jewelery worn by thuggish young boys and men
12) Porridge
13) "having fun in the township"
14) Types of local popular music and dance steps
15) Veranda
16) Tripe
17) The way they do it in Katutura
18) The township
19) Porridge and meat- very interesting/tasty
20) Spirit of togetherness
21) A mixture of meat and vegetables cooked together in one pot on fire
or stove.
TOTAL:100