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TPP621S - THEORY AND PRACTICE OF WORLD POETRY 2B - 2ND OPP - JAN 2025 |
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nAm I BI A u n IVE RSITY
OF SCIEnCE Ano TECHnOLOGY
FACULTOYFCOMMERCE,HUMASNCIENCEASND EDUCATION
DEPARTMENT OF COMMUNICATION AND LANGUAGES
QUALIFICATION: BACHELOR OF ENGLISH AND LINGUISTICS
QUALIFICATION CODE: 07 BENL
LEVEL: 6
COURSE CODE: TPP621s
COURSE NAME: THEORY AND PRACTICE OF
WORLD POETRY28
SESSION: JANUARY 2025
PAPER: THEORY
DURATION: 3 HOURS
MARKS: 100
SECOND OPPORTUNITY SUPPLEMENTARY EXAMINATION QUESTION PAPER
EXAMINER(S) Mr A.Brewis
MODERATOR Ms. A.Nghikembua
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.
THIS QUESTION PAPER CONSISTS OF 7 PAGES {Including this front page)
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QUESTION 1
[30]
Carefully study the poem "Buckle Up!" by Kgobetsi and then:
a) Analyse the use of imagery. (20 marks)
b) Show how further poetic techniques are used to give emphasis and pathos to the
message.
(10 marks)
Siballi Kgobetsi: Buckle Up!
Babies of Africa
Babies of the world
Babies of different and varied
Customs, habits, tastes, attitudes, thoughts
Ideas, opinions, dreams, hopes -
Look! The flowers of a garden
Though differing in kind, colour, form, shape
All are refreshed by the waters of one spring
Revived by the breath of one mind
Strengthened by the rays of one sun
Which increased their attraction
And adds to their identity
Buckle up, beautiful ones of the world
I hear birds whistling: If the globe was a square
Children could hide in its corners. But as it is round we
Have to face the world as it is
Act now, rise, rise by every means:
The warmth of our response
Readiness to forget the past, war, hatred
Empty hearts that may still remain in the minds and hearts of
Our superman daddies and caring No. 1 mammies
And miesies and baas in us
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We are in one world, before God, Allah, Ba'hullah,
Jah Rastafari, Budda, add more:
Are no kaffir, nigger, boer, wambo, magan, kwangara
Do you see how the world is divided against itself?
Loud are the cries of fathers
Loud the voices of mothers
Loud the screams of babies
Reaching to the skies, check the culture; check it!
When two elephants fight
Only the grass suffers the most
So hold hands, chill in peace
So not to fall in pieces
QUESTION 2
Identify typical features of poetry from the Liberation Struggle in the following poem. Which
aspects of the colonial oppression are criticised, and what are the most important poetic
techniques that are used for this criticism?
[35]
Matthews Phosa: Let Go Namibia
virgin land
plundered by swines
who mined to swell
their pockets full
they took the diamond
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threaten to make the water fishless
every thing and all they took
enslaved by a galaxy
of predatory pigs
land maimed
a people murdered
by international piracy
parasitic masters
who salivate
itching to
ride, rape and rob
a tiny gallant nation
of people who never say die
let go Namibia
from Walvis Bay to Kunene River
just let Namibia go
viva SWAPO
viva comrade Nujoma
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viva comrade Toivo ja Toivo
victory is certain
QUESTION 3
It is said that a poet often writes his/her own time. Analyse this statement and relate it to
the poem "City Johannesburg" below.
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City Johannesburg
This way I salute you:
My hand pulses to my back trousers pocket
Or into my inner jacket pocket
For my pass, my life,
Jo'burg City.
My hand like a starved snake rears my pockets
For my thin, ever lean wallet,
While my stomach groans a friendly smile to hunger,
Jo'burg City.
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My stomach also devours coppers and papers
Don't you know?
Jo'burg City, I salute you;
When I run out , or roar in a bus to you,
I leave behind me, my love,
My comic houses and people, my dongas and my ever whirling dust,
My death,
That's so related to me as a wink to the eye.
Jo'burg City
I travel on your black and white and roboted roads,
Through your thick iron breath that you inhale
At six in the morning and exhale from five noon.
Jo'burg City
This is the time when I come to you,
When your neon flowers flaunt from your electrical wind,
That is the time when I leave you,
When your neon flowers flaunt their way through the falling darkness
On your cement trees.
And as I go back, to my love,
My dongas, my dust, my people, my death,
Where death lurks in the dark like a blade in the flesh,
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I can feel your roots, anchoring your might, my feebleness
In my flesh, in my mind, in my blood,
And everything about you says it,
That, that is all you need of me.
Jo'burg City, Johannesburg,
Listen when I tell you,
There is no fun , nothing, in it,
When you leave the women and men with such frozen expressions,
Expressions that have tears like furrows of soil erosion,
Jo'burg City, you are dry like death,
Jo'burg city, Johannesburg, Jo'burg City.
Mongane Wally Serote
TOTAL:100