21st Century Lit Module Week 6
21st Century Lit Module Week 6
LEARNING MODULES
in
Grade 11 / Quarter 2
Week 6
Prepared by
Joana E. Cayago
SHS Teacher
Name of Student:_______________________________
LESSON 8: African Literature
In this lesson, you are going to:
a. Identify representative texts and authors from Asia, North
America, Europe, Latin America, and Africa; (EN12Lit-IIa-22)
b. Compare and contrast the various 21st century literary genres
and their elements, structures, and traditions from across the
globe (EN12Lit-IId-25)
LESSON PROPER:
Some of the first African writings to gain attention in the West were
the poignant slave narratives, such as The Interesting Narrative of the
Life and Adventures of Olaudah Equiano or Gustavus Vassa,
the African (1789), which described vividly the horrors of slavery and the
slave trade. As Africans became literate in their own languages, they
often reacted against colonial repression in their writings. Others looked
to their own past for subjects. Thomas Mofolo, for example, wrote Chaka
(tr. 1931), about the famous Zulu military leader, in Susuto.
Since the early 19th century, writers from western Africa have
used newspapers to air their views. Several founded newspapers that
served as vehicles for expressing nascent nationalist feelings. French-
speaking Africans in France, led by Léopold Senghor, were active in the
négritude movement from the 1930s, along with Léon Damas and Aimé
Césaire, French speakers from French Guiana and Martinique.
Their poetry not only denounced colonialism, it proudly asserted the
validity of the cultures that the colonials had tried to crush.
From that day on, the young man started looking for the
monster. One day, he killed a grasshopper and arrived home
singing: “Mother, Mother, I have killed
he killed a grasshopper and arrived home singing: “Mother, Mother,
I have killed Shing’weng’we. Rejoice and shout for joy.” But his
mother answered: “My dear one, this is only a grasshopper, not the
monster. Let’s roast him and eat him.”
LESSON PROPER
Poetry
Singaporean literature in English started with the Straits-born
Chinese community in the colonial era; it is unclear which was the first
work of literature in English published in Singapore, but there is
evidence of Singapore literature published as early as the 1830s.
The first notable Singaporean work of poetry in English is possibly Teo
Poh Leng's F.M.S.R. This modernist poem was published in 1937 in
London
under the pseudonym of Francis P. Ng. This was followed by
Wang Gungwu's Pulse in 1950.
Fiction
Fiction writing in English did not start in earnest until after
independence. Short stories flourished as a literary form, the novel arrived
much later. Goh Poh Seng remains a pioneer in writing novels well before
many of the later
generation, with titles like If We Dream Too Long (1972) –
widely recognised as the first true Singaporean novel – and A Dance
of Moths (1995).
Han May is the pseudonym of Joan Hon who is better known for her
non fiction books. Her science-fiction romance Star Sapphire (1985)
won a High Commendation Award from the Book Development Council
of Singapore in 1986, the same year when she was also awarded
a Commendation prize for her better-known book relatively speaking on
her family and childhood memories.
Haresh Sharma is a playwright who has written more than fifty plays
that have been staged all over the world, including Singapore,
Melbourne, Glasgow, Birmingham, Cairo and London. In May 2010, his
highly acclaimed play Those Who Can't, Teach was published in book
form by the independent publisher Epigram Books.
Augustine Goh Sin Tub who began his writing career writing in
Malay, burst on the literary scene after his retirement with more than a
dozen books of short stories, most of which were founded on his own
personal history, thus making them part fiction and part non-fiction.
Works like One Singapore and its two sequels One Singapore 2 and
One Singapore 3 have found fans among the different strata of
Singapore society and well acclaimed by all.
Around this time, younger writers emerged. Claire Tham and Ovidia Yu
wrote short stories, while playwright Stella Kon put forth her lesser-
known science-fiction novel, Eston (1995). Of the younger generation,
Philip Jeyaretnam has shown promise but has not published a new
novel since Abraham's Promise (1995). His first two books, First
Loves (1987) and Raffles Place Ragtime (1988), were bestsellers in
Singapore.
Kelvin Tan, a musician and playwright, has been sporadically in
sight, publishing the works All Broken Up and Dancing (1992) and
the Nethe(r);R (2001). Colin Cheong can perhaps lay claim to being
one of Singapore's most prolific contemporary authors, releasing three
novels, one novella, two short story collections, and dozens of non-
fictional works thus far. He won the Singapore Literature Prize in 1996 for
his travel diary like novel Tangerine. Daren Shiau's Heartland (1999)
traces an eighteen-year-old's rites of passage from junior college
through to
enlistment and thereafter. The novel has been selected to be a set text
at secondary school level.
Hwee Hwee Tan graduated with a First Class Honours from the
University of East Anglia, and a Masters from Oxford University. She
grew up in Singapore and in the Netherlands, and her cosmopolitan
experience can be readily seen in her novels. Her snazzy, humorous
prose can be read in Foreign Bodies (1997) and Mammon Inc. (2001),
both published by Penguin Books. Simon Tay, currently the chairperson
of Singapore Institute of International Affairs and a former nominated
Member of Parliament, has a short story collection and a novel under his
belt. These are Stand Alone (1991) and City of Small Blessings
(2009).
Below is the text “The Taximan’s Story.” Read the text and identify the
points in which Singaporean literature is similar with Philippine literature
and the points in which they differ.
Lucky for me, all my children big now. Four of my sons working–one
a businessman, two clerks, one a teacher in Primary school, one in
National Service, one still schooling. My eldest daughter, she is twenty plus, stay
at home, help the mother.
Is your daughter already married? No,not married yet–very shy, and her
health not so good, but a good, obedient girl. My other girl– Oh, Madam! Very
hard for father when daughter is no good and go against her parents. Very sad,
like punishment from God
Today, young people not like us when we are young. We obey. Our parents
say don’t do this, we never do. Otherwise, the cane. My father cane me, I was
big enough to be married, and still got caning. My father he was very strict, and
that is good thing for parents to be strict. If not, young boys and girls become very
useless. Do not want to study, but run away, and go to night clubs and take drugs
and make love. You agree with me, Madam?
Yes! I absolutely agree with you. Today, young people they are very trouble
to their parents. Madam, you see this young girl over there, outside the coffee
house? See what I mean, Madam? Yes. they are only schoolboys and
schoolgirls, but they act as big shots, spending money, smoking, wearing latest
fashion, and making love. Yes, that’s true. Even though you’re just a taxi man
you are aware about the behaviour of the teenagers today. Ah, madam, I know!
As taxi man, I know them and their habits.
Madam, you are a teacher, you say? Yes. You know or not that
young schoolgirls, fifteen, sixteen year old, they go to school in the morning in
their uniforms and then afterschool, they don’t go home, they have clothes in
their schoolbag, and they go to public lavatory or hotel and change into
these clothes, and they put make-up on their face. Their parents never know.
They tell their Mom go school meeting, got sports and games, this, that, but
they really come out and play the fool.
Ah, Madam, I see you surprise but I know, I know all their tricks a lot. as I
take them in my taxi. they usual is wait in bowling alley or coffee house or hotel,
and they walk up, and friend, the European and American tourists, and this is
how they make fun and also extra money.
Madam, you believe or not when I tell you how much money they got? I
say! Last night, Madam, this young girl, very pretty and make-up and wear sexy
dress. She told me take her to orchid mansions – this place famous,
Madam, fourth floor flat – and she open her purse to pay me, and I say!
All American notes – ten dollar notes all, and she pull one out and say
keep change! As she has no time already.
Madam, I tell you this, every month, I got more money from these young
girls and their American and European boyfriends in my taxi, more than I get from
other people who bargain and say don’t want go by meter and wait even for ten
cents change. Phui!! Some of them really make me mad. But these young girls
and their boyfriends don’t bargain, they just pay, pay, and they make love in taxi
so much they don’t know if you go round and round and charge them by meter!
I tell you, Madam, some of them don’t care how much they spend on taxi.
It is like this: after 1 a.m. taxi fare double, and I prefer working this time, because
naturally, much more money. I go and wait outside Elroy Hotel or Tung Court or
Orchid Mansions, and such enough, Madam, will have plenty business. Last
Saturday, Madam, no joking, on one day alone I make nearly one hundred and
fifty dollars! Some of it for services. Some of tourists don’t know where, so I tell
them and take them there, and that’s extra money.
You surely know a lot of things. Ah Madam, if I tell you all, no end to the
story. But I will tell you this, Madam. If you have young daughter and she say
Mummy I got meeting today in school and will not come home, you must not say,
Yes, yes, but you must go and ask her where and why and who, and you find
out. Today young people not to trust, like young people in many years ago.
Why are you telling this? Oh, Madam, I tell you because I myself have a
daughter – oh, Madam, a daughter I love very much, and she is so good and
study hard. And I see her report cards and her teacher write ‘Good work’ and
‘Excellent’ so on, so on. Oh, Madam, she my favourite child, and I ask her what
she want to be after left school, and she says go to University.
None of my other children could go to University, but this one, she is very
smart and intelligent – no boasting, Madam – her teachers write ‘Good’ and
‘Excellent, and so on, so on, in her report cards. She study at home, and help the
mother, but sometimes a little lazy, and she say teacher want her to go back to
school to do extra work, extra coaching, in her weak subject, which is math,
Madam.
So I let her stay back in school and day after day she come home
in evening, then she do her studies and go to sleep. Then one day, oh Madam, it
makes me so angry even now – one day, I in my taxi driving, driving along and
hey! I see a girl looking like my Lay Choo, with other girls and some Europeans
outside a coffee-house but I think, it cannot be Lay Choo, how can, Lay Choo is
in school, and this girl is all dressed up and mak-up, and very bold in her
behaviour, and this is not like my daughter at all.
Then they go inside the coffee-house, and my heart is very, very – how you
describe it, Madam, my heart is very susah hati’ and I say to myself, I will watch
that Lay Choo and see her monkey tricks. The very next day she is there again I
stop my taxi, Madam, and I am so angry. I rush up to this wicked daughter and I
catch her by the shoulders and neck, and slap her and she scream, but I don’t
care. Then I drag her to my taxi and drive all the way home, and at home I thrash
the stupid food and I
beat her and slap her till like hell. My wife and some neighbors they pull
me away, and I think they not pull me away, I sure to kill that girl.
I lock her up in her room for three days, and I ashamed to tell her teacher,
so I just tell the teacher that Lay Choo is sick, so please to excuse her. Oh,
Madam, how you feel in my place? Make herself so cheap, when her father drive
taxi all day to save money for her University.
If you have a daughter, don’t accept her trust. But you only do that when she
wants to go out just like my naughty daughter who really got caught. For that, I
scolded her so loud that I don’t even care so I just shout. ----end----
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