WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF “THE BOY ON THE SWING” BY OSWALD M. MTSHALI AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)

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6.Boy On The Swing

Written by  Oswald M. Mtshali 

WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY OSWALD M. MTSHALI AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)

Slowly he moves

to and fro, to and fro
then faster and faster

he swishes up and down

His blue shirt
billows in the breeze
like a tattered kite

The world whirls by;

 WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY  OSWALD M. MTSHALI  AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)

east becomes west,
and north turns south;
four cardinal points
meet in his head.

Mother!
Where did I come from?
When will I wear long trousers?
Why was my father jailed?

5.The Fence

Written by  Lenrie Peters 

There where the dim past and future mingle
their nebulous hopes and aspirations
there I lie.

There where truth and untruth struggle
in endless and bloody combat,
there I lie.

WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY OSWALD M. MTSHALI AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)

lenrie peters

There where time moves forward and backwards
with not one moment’s pause for sighing,
there I lie.

There where the body ages relentlessly
and only the feeble mind can wander back

there I lie in open-souled amazement

There where all the opposites arrive
to plague the inner senses, but do not fuse,
I hold my head; and then contrive
to stop the constant motion.
my head goes round and round,
but I have not been drinking;
I feel the buoyant waves; I stagger

It seems the world has changed her garment.
but it is I who have no crossed the fence,
So there I lie.

There where the need for good
and “the doing good” conflict,
there I lie.

4.Ambassadors of Poverty

Written by  P.O.C. Umeh

Ambassadors are
The corrupt master of the economy - WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY OSWALD M. MTSHALI AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)
With their heads abroad

And anus at home
Patriots in reverse order
Determined merchants of loots
Who boost the economy of the colonial order
To impoverish brothers and sisters at home

Ambassadors of poverty are
The “saviours” of the people
Office loafers in the guise of workers
Barons of incompetence
With kleptomaniac fingers
And suckling filaments
Position occupants and enemies of service
Locked in corrosive war of corruption
With their people’s treasury
And killing their future
Ambassadors of poverty are
The dubious-sit-tight “patriots”
Frustrating the cooperate will of their followers
The beleaguered, hungry and famished
Owners of land
People, priced out of their conscience and power
Incapacitated by their destitution
Unable to withstand the temptation
Of crispy mint and food aroma

 WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY  OSWALD M. MTSHALI  AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)Ambassadors of poverty are
The political elite
In air-condition chambers
And exotic cars
With tearful stories of rip-offs
Tucked away from
Their impoverish constituencies
Lying prostrate
With death traps for roads
Mud for water, candle for light
Underneath trees for schools
Rat for protein
Fasting as food
And alibi as governance

Ambassadors of poverty
Are rancorous elite
In battle of supremacy
For the control of power
And their people’s worth
Mowing down their own
With white man’s machines
Oiled by the prosperity of black patronage
Counterpoised by deprivations
As the corpses of their able bodied men
Women and children li unmourn
In shallow graves
In their fallow farm lands
Long abandoned

Ambassadors of poverty are
The round trippers
The elusive importers
Of unseen goods and services
Sand inclusive
Who trip the economy down
By tricking form M
For harvest of dollars as imports
When their people see neither money nor food

 WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY  OSWALD M. MTSHALI  AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)

…Oswald M. Mtshali (left)…

Ambassadors of poverty are
The able-bodied men on the street
Without motive, without vision, without mission
Men fit for the farms
But glued to the city
Hungry and desperate
Constituting willing tools in the hands
Of political overlords
For mission of vendetta
Against political foes
In their fight for power

Ambassadors of poverty are
Those who actions and inactions
Reduce their people’s expectation to nothingness
Those who antecedents
Have the spark to inspire
While their people lie in surrender
Having been defeated by poverty

Ambassadors of poverty are
All of us whose in-actions
Steal our collected joy
Because of what we should do
Which we never do
As we bargain away
Our conscience in the market place
Under the weight of poverty
To assuage our hunger
And our master’s will.

 WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY  OSWALD M. MTSHALI  AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)3.Homeless, Not Hopeless

Written by  Shola Owonibi

We are the native of the street
Holed-up under bridges
We are necessary

We are part of your existence
Major fragment of the globe
As the day chameleon to night
You slump in the warmth of your beds
And the heat of loved ones
We also embrace the cozy
Cardboards laid on stinks
As the night inject us with cold breeze
And endurance
We sleep and dream
And have conferences with
The indigenes of the world
When its day, in bundle
We pack our belongings
And move on with our days
Standing, kneeling and bending WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY  OSWALD M. MTSHALI  AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)
To beg for alms just for the day
Necessary part of your society
Translators of your dreams
Carriers of your burdens
Angels, we open gates
Of your blessings
We are the lack
That takes your lack
We are homeless, not hopeless
This makes us rife at hereafter
When death opens the gate
To the second phase

 WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY  OSWALD M. MTSHALI  AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)

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2.Myopia

Written by  Sly Cheney-Coker

On the rainy mornings
you will see them drenched
PEASANTS! shivering in their emaciated bones

along the boulevard of misery

the boulevard of this country
are railway trucks in my heart
a train of anguish run on them
rags corollary of hunger
the rice pad of this country
are putrid marshlands in my soul
tender by no magic fertilizers

mountain if the wind blows tomorrow
make a sabre of that wind
if skeletons of stillborn promises
dry up in the catacombs
make me the incendiary bomb
if madness we must have
let me be the hangman hanging myself
hanging them, hanging the day
not by its neck not by its belly
but by its heart seen in its great betrayal!

 WAEC/NECO LITERATURE EXAMS…E-TEXT OF "THE BOY ON THE SWING" BY  OSWALD M. MTSHALI  AND OTHER AFRICAN POEMS (104)1.Expelled

Written by  Jared Angira

We had traded in the market competitively perfect
till you came in the boat, and polished goodwill
approval from high order

all pepper differentials, denied flag-bearers

and cut our ribs, dried our cows
the vaccine from the lake
burst the cowshed, the drought you brought
planted on the market place, the tree of memory

I had no safe locket to keep my records
when Sodom burnt and Gomorrah fell
the debtor’s records blared
the creditors tapped my rusty door

My tears flowed to flooded streams
and source the rivulets from my human lake
from my veins, my heart my whole
disposition of the last penny
the last sight of my fishing-net

Everyone avoids my path; I avoid death’s too
pursuit in a dark circus
the floating garden in a gale
plants reject sea water, the sea water rejects me
I have nothing to reject
the broken lines run across my face

The auctioneer will gong his hammer
for the good left behind

Source: http://www.poetryfoundationghana.org

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