A SURVEY in AFRO Prelim Module Edited
A SURVEY in AFRO Prelim Module Edited
A SURVEY in AFRO Prelim Module Edited
COLLEGE OF
EDUCATION
COURSE MODULE IN
A SURVEY IN
AFRO-ASIAN
LITERATURE
1st Semester; A.Y. 2021 – 2022
COURSE FACILITATOR: Arlen T. Esmeña
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MODULE
1
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Course EDEM116
Number
Course Title A Survey in Afro- Asian Literature
Course This course is intended to survey selected literary texts from Asia and Africa
Description particularly India, China, Japan, the countries in the Southeast region in Asia and
the African nations south of the Sahara along socio-historical, philosophical and
literary underpinnings.
Online References:
1.https//peachallykgroupof3.wordpress.com
2.https://en.m.wikipedia. org.
3.https://www. chinahighlights.com
4. https://www.britanica. com.
5. https://www.info.please.com.
Course 1. Active class participation (online discussion through group chat, Google meet or
Requirement zoom)
s 2. Reflections/ Insights ,and Varied Activities on each Lesson)
4. Virtual Group Activities
5. Quizzes
6. Three (3) Term Examinations
MODULE
1
LESSON
1 HOUR
Africa
In this lesson we will explore the alluring beauty of the Africa’s
literature that shows its people’s characteristics and grandeur.
2 LITERATURE OF NIGERIA
3 HOURS
Who among you here have voted during local and national
elections? What were your experiences during elections? Kindly
answer in three sentences only. (5 Points )
Ans. My experience during the election was quiet fulfilling as
I could really feel what it is to be an adult, the one who is
responsible for electing the potential leader that would
reconstruct society. I am satisfied as I was able to exercise
my right as a Filipino that would have a huge impact to the
country in the nearest future. It was a quick and easy flow of
voting for me because we came to our designated precinct
early that's why we didn't have to line up and wait for a long
time. ....
This Nigerian literary material that you are about to read is
somehow common to the scenario we experienced during
elections. Enjoy reading this and note the scenarios wherein you
can relate.
THE VOTER
Chinua Achebe
Rufus Okeke- Roof, for short was a very popular man in his
village. Although the villagers did not explain it in so many words,
Roofs popularity was a measure of their gratitude to an energetic
young man, who, unlike mos of his fellows nowadays, had not
abandoned the village lout either. Everyone knew how he had
spent two years as a bicycle repairer’s apprentice in Port Harcourt
and had given up of his own free will a bright future to return to his
people and guide them in these political times. Not that Umofia
needed a lot of guidance. The village belongs en masse to the
People’s Alliance Party, and its most illustrious son, Chief of the
Honorable Marcus Ibe, was Minister of Culture in the outgoing
government (which was pretty certain to be the incoming one as
well). Nobody doubted that the Honorable Minister would be
elected in his constituency. Opposition to him was like the
proverbial fly trying to move dunghill. It would have been
ridiculous enough without coming, as it did now,from a complete
nonentity.
As was to be expected, Roof was in the service of the
Honorable Minister in the coming elections. He had become a real
expert in the election campaigning at all levels- village, local
government or national. He could tell the mood and temper in the
electorate at any given time. For instance, he had warned the
Minister months ago about the radical change that had come into
the thinking of Umoufia since the last national election.
The villagers had five years in which to see how quickly and
plentifully politics brought wealth, chieftaincy titles, doctorate
degrees and other honors some of which, like the last, had still to
be explained satisfactorily to them; for they still expected a doctor
to heal the sick. Anyhow, these honors had come so readily to the
man to whom they had given their votes free of charge five years
ago that they were now ready to think again.
Their point was that only the other day Marcus Ibe was not
too successful mission school teacher. Then politics had come to
their village and he had wisely joined up, some say just in time to
avoid imminent dismissal arising from a female teacher’s
pregnancy. Today he was Chief the Honorable; he had two long
cars and had just built himself the biggest house anyone had
seen in those parts. But let it be said that none of these
successes had gone to Marcus’s head as they might have done.
He remained a man of the people. Whenever he could, he left the
good things of the capital and returned to his village which had
neither running water nor electricity. He knew the source of his
good fortune, unlike the little bird who ate and drank and went out
to challenge his personal spirit. Marcus has christened his new
house “Umuofia Mansions” in honor for his village and had
slaughtered five bulls and countless goats to entertain the people
on the day it was opened by the Archbishop.
Everyone was full of praise for him. One old man said, “Our
son is a good man; he is not like which as soon as food comes its
way turns its back on the ground”. But when the feasting was
over, the villagers told themselves that they have underrated the
power of the ballot paper before and should not do so again.
Chief the Honorable Marcus Ibe was not unprepared. He had
drawn five month salary in advance, changed a few hundred
pounds into shining shillings and armed his campaign boys with
eloquent little jute bags. In the day he made his speeches; at
night his stalwarts conducted their whispering campaign. Roof
was the most trusted of these campaigners.
“ We have a Minister from our village, one of our own sons,”
he said to a group of elders in the house of Ogbuefi Ezenwa, a
man of high traditional title. What greater can a village have? Do
you ever have stop to ask yourselves why we should be singled
out for this honor? I will tell you: it is because we are favored by
the leaders of PAP. Whether we cast our paper for Marcus or not
PAP will continue to rule. Think of the pipeborne water they have
promised us…”
Besides Roof and his assistant were five elders in the room.
An old huricane lamp with a cracked, sooty, glass chimney gave
out yellowish light in their midst. The elders sat on very low stools.
On the floor directly in front of each of them, lay two shilling
pieces. Outside the moon kept a straight face.
“We believe every you say to be true,” said Ezenwa. “We
shall, every one of us, drop our paper for Marcus. Who would
leave an ozo feast and go to our poor ritual meal? Tell Marcus he
has our papers and wives’ papers, too. “ But what we do say is
two shillings is shameful.” He brought the lamp close and tilted it
at the money before him as if to make sure he had not mistaken
its value. “Yes, two shillings is too shameful.” If Marcus were a
poor man- which our ancestors forbid- I should be the first to give
him my papers free, as I did before. But today Marcus is a great
man and does his things like a great man. We did not ask him for
money yesterday; we shall not ask him tomorrow. But today is our
day; we have climbed the iroko tree today and would be foolish
not to take down all the firewood we need.”
Roof had to agree. He had lately been taking down a lot of
firewood himself. Only yesterday he had asked Marcus for one of
his many rich robes, and had got it.Last Sunday Marcus’s wife
( the teacher that nearly got him in trouble) had objected ( like the
woman she was) when Roof pulled out his fifth bottle of beer from
the kerosene refrigerator; she was roundly and publicly rebuked
by her husband. To cap it all Roof had won a land case recently
because among other things, he had been chauffer-driven to the
disputed site. So he understood what the elders meant about the
firewood.
“ All right,” he said in English and then reverted to Ibo. “ Let
us not quarrel about small things.” He stood up and adjusted
robes. Then he bent down like a priest distributing the host and
gave one shilling more to every man; only he did not put it into
their palms but on the floor in front of them. The men, who had so
far not deigned to touch the things, looked at the floor and shook
their heads. Roof got up again and the enemy if you like!” they
quickly calmed him down with a suitable speech from each of
them. By the time the last man had spoken it was possible,
without great loss of dignity to pick up the things from the floor.
The enemy Roof had referred to was the Progressive
Organization Party (POP) which had been formed by the tribes
down the coast to save themselves, as the founders of the party
proclaimed, from total political, cultural, social and religious
annihilation. Although it was clear the party had no chance here it
had plunged, with typical foolishness, into a straight fight with
PAP, providing cars and loud -speaker to a few local rascals and
things to go around and make a lot of noise. No one knew for
certain how much money POP had let loose in Umuofia but it was
said to be very considerable. Their local campaigners would end
up very rich, no doubt.
Up to the last night everything had been “moving
according to plan”, as Roof would have put it. Then he had
received a strange visit from the leader of the POP campaign
team. Although he and Roof were well known to each other, and
might be even called friends , his visit was cold and businesslike.
No words were wasted. He placed five pounds on the floor before
Roof and said, “We want your vote”. Roof got up from his chair,
went to the outside door, closed it and returned to his chair. The
brief exercise gave him enough time to weigh the proposition.
As he spoke his eyes never left the red notes on the floor. He
seemed to be mesmerized by the picture of the cocoa farmer
harvesting his crops.
“You know I work for Marcus”, he said feebly. ‘’It will be
very bad.’’
‘’Marcus will not be there when you put in your paper. We have
plenty of work tonight; are you taking this or not?’’
It will not be heard outside this room?’’ asked Roof.
We are after votes not gossip.’’
‘’Alright,’’said Roof in English.
The man nudged his companion and he brought forward an object
covered with a red cloth and proceeded to remove the cover. It
was a fearsome little affair contained in a clay pot stuck into it.
“ This iyi comes from Mbanta. You know what that means. Swear
that you will vot for Maduka. If you fail to do so, this iyi take note.
Roof’s heart nearly flew out when he saw the iyi; indeed he knew
the fame of Mbanata in these things. But he was a man of quick
decision. What could a single vote cast a secret for Maduka take
away from Marcus’s certain victory? Nothing.
“I will cast my paper for Maduka; if not this iyi take note”
“Das all”, said the man as he rose with his companion who had
covered up the object again and was taking it back to their car.
“You know he has no chance against Marcus, “ said Roof at the
door.
It is enough that he gets a few votes now, next time he will get
more. People will hear that he gives out pounds, not shillings, and
they will listen.
Election morning. The great day every five years when the people
exercise power, or thought they did. Weather- beaten posters on
walls of houses, tree- trunks and telegraph poles. The few that
were still whole called out their message to those who could read.
Vote for the People’s Alliance Party! Vote for the Organaization
Party! Vote for PAP! Vote for POP! The posters that were torn
called out as much of the message as they could.
As usual Chief of the Honorable Marcus Ibe was doing things in
grand style. He had hired highlife band from Umuru and stationed
it at such distance from voting the booths as just managed to be
lawful. Many villagers danced to the music, their ballot papers
held aloft, before proceeding to the booths. Chief Honorable
Marcus Ibe sat in the owner’s corner o fhis enormous green car
and smiled and nodded. One enlightened villager came up to the
car, shook hands with the great man and said in advance, “
Congrats!” This immediately set the pattern. Hundreds of
admirers shook Marcus’s hands and said, “Congrats!”
Roof and the other organizers were prancing up and down, giving
last minute advice to the voters and pouring with sweat.
“Do not forget”, he said to the group of illiterate women who
seemed ready to burst with enthusiasm and good humor, “our
sign is the motor-car…”
“Like the one Marcus is sitting inside.”
“ Thank you mother,” said Roof. “ It is the same car. The box with
the car shown on its body is the box for you. Don’t look at the
other with the man’s head: it is for those whose heads are not
correct.”
This was greeted with loud laughter. Roof cast a quick and busy
like glance towards the Minister and received a smile of
ageneradsupper super worshitodays
“ Vote for the car,” he shouted, all the veins in his neck standing
out. “ Vote for the car and you will ride in it!”
“Or if we don’t our children will”, piped the same sharp, old girl.
The band struck up a new number: “ Why walk when you can
ride…”
In spite of apparent calm and confidence Chief Honorable Marcus
was relentless sticker for detail. He knew he would win what the
newspapers called a landslide victory but he did not wish, even
so, to throw away a single vote. So as soon as the first rush of
voters was over promptly asked hi scampaign boys to go one at a
time and put in their ballot papers.
“Roof, you had better go first”, he said.
Roof’s spirits fell; but he let no one see worry with a surface
exertion which was unusual even for him. Now he dashed off in
his springly fashion towards the booths. A policeman at the
entrance searched for him for illegal ballot papers and passed
him. Then the electoral officer explained to him about two boxes.
By this time the spring had gone clean out his walk. He sidled in
was confronted by the car and the head. He brought out his ballot
paper from pocket and looked at it. How could he betray Marcus
even in secret? He resolved to go back to the other man and
return his five pounds… Five pounds! He knew at once it was
impossible. He had sworn on that day. The notes were red; the
cocoa farmer busy at work.
At this point he heard the muffled voice of the policeman asking
the electoral officer what the man was doing inside. “ Abina pickin
im de born?”
Quick as lightning a thought leapt into Roof’s mind. He folded
the paper, tore it in two along the crease and put one half into
Maduka’s box and confirming the action verbally: “ I vote for
Maduka”.
They marked his thumb with indelible purple ink to prevent his
return, and he went out of the booth as jauntily as he had gone in.
Match the words in column A with their corresponding
meanings in column B. Write the letter of your choice before
the number in column A. (Don't answer)
A B
_____1. Apprentice J a. hypnotized
_____2. Eminent f b. mischievous persons
H 3. Christened h c. monetary unit
_____4. Eloquent k d. loyal supporters
_____5. Stalwarts d e. storm with violent wind
E 6. Hurricane e f. notable, outstanding
I 7. Chauffeur L g. marked by forceful
expression
_____8. Shilling c h. baptized
_____9. Rascals b i. threaten
A _10. Mesmerized A j. a person learning by
practical experience
k. cleverly expressive
l. driver
- I discovered that since pride won't get you far in life, it's better to
play the game strategically than honestly. We need to make wise
decisions in the current environment where everyone is struggling
merely to exist in order to avoid suffering the following day. It
merely suggests that we should live simply and work to support
our family. Being wise merely means that you can outsmart them
at their own game; it does not imply that you are not a good man.
Insights
Write a one paragraph reflection about “The Voter”
especially in terms of the scenario related to us. ( 5 points)
Literary Connection
Reflection:
Answer the question in three to five sentences only. (5
points)
If you were in the shoes of the speaker what will you do if people
would close their doors on you?
LESSON
3 LITERATURE OF GHANA
3 HOURS
In our village
When elders are around
Boys must not look at girls
Because the elders say
That is not good.
LESSON
4 LITERATURE OF EGYPT
3 HOURS
The man in the poem had doubts about his fellow humans
because the ones he thought to be his brothers had abandoned
him. He has no one to turn to, no one to vent to, and no one to
lean on when he's under pressure. Their former hangout turned
into a source of anguish as their brotherly love withered. Because
his so-called brothers changed and turned into strangers, he can
no longer trust them.
Yes I definitely believe that the speaker's issues are still present
today because they are so prevalent in today's generation.
People these days can no longer be trusted; they inevitably desert
you when you're in need. People change because there is no
such thing as a constant in our society, and this is especially true
of younger generations who are influenced by social media and
other forms of modern technology.
5.What lessons have you learned from the poem “To Whom
Should I Speak Today”?
- I learned that we have to keep ourselves comfortable
alone. We should learn to live separate from the possible
source of stress specifically those people we are close to
and whom we think we can trust yet hides there devilish
personality behind their angelic faces. We have to be
independent so that we won't be needing anyone to be
happy, we can be great with just ourselves, no judgement
from others, no approval from them, just merely living the
best of life alone.
Thou passest through the portals that close behind the night,
Gladdening the souls of them that lay in sorrow.
The True of Word, The Quiet Heart, arise to drink thy light,
Thou art Today and Yesterday; Thou art Tomorrow!
Homage to thee, O, Ra, who wakest life from slumber!
Thou risest! Thou shinest! Thy radiant face appears!
Millions of years have passed,---- we cannot count their
number----
Millions of years shall come. Thou art above the years!
Look for the meaning of the following words which you have
encountered in reading the poem above.
1. Ra
2. tremendous
3. deified
4. rafter
5. zenith
6. inscrutable
7. immutable
8. homage
9. slumber
10. celestial
Insights
Contemplate on this Egyptian poem and write a one paragraph
reflection. (5 points each)
Deepening Activity:
Compare and contrast the Ghananian poem and Egyptian
poem using the Venn diagram. Write their similarities and
differences in terms of mood, subject, style and culture. (10
Points)
LESSON
3 HOURS
When you hear the word “South Africa” what comes into
your mind? Have you heard of a South African political figure who
greatly influenced the world?
Rolf Italiander
One morning I got up
to pick oranges in the garden.
And I saw this.
I saw the rising sun
And the little bird
Singing his morning song.
And I heard this.
The little bird chirped: Cui, cui, cui!
And begged:
“ Please, leave my little ones in their nest.”
And I said this:
“Don’t be afraid, I am your friend.”
And what I asked I did.
Since that day the bird loves me
And his sweet song gives me great pleasure.
And this is what happened.
Please answer the questions in one to three sentences
only. (1 Point each)
1. What is the style of the author in writing the poem “The Little
Bird”?
2. What sensory details were used by the author in writing his
poem?
3. Do you think the little bird symbolizes something? If yes, what
does it symbolize?
4. What figures of speech are present in the poem “The Little
Bird”? Just write one.
5. Write one figure of speech from the poem “ The Little Bird”.
Insight
Write one paragraph evaluation of the implications of
the African literature in the world today based on the poems
above.(5 Points)
Literary Connection
In the 1930’s, African intellectuals formed the
Negritude Movement, which asserted that Africa already
had a vibrant culture of its own, and rejected the notion of
Europe’s superiority. In a group of five through virtual
connection research about tenets of Negritude Movement.
( 5 Points)
Total 5 Points
Content 5 Points
Total 10 Points