Republic of the Philippines

Department of Education
Region VII-Central Visyas
SCHOOLS DIVISION OF BOHOL

WEEKLY LESSON PLAN

(DepEd Order 42, s 2016)

Teachers Name: __________________________________ Quarter: 2

Subject and Grade Level: 21ST CENTURY LITERATURE FROM THE PHILIPPINES AND THE WORLD Week: 4

Most General Objective: Writing a close analysis and critical interpretation of literary texts,
Essential applying a reading approach, and doing an adaptation of these, require from the learner
Learning the ability to identify: representative texts and authors from Africa.
Competency
- (MELC)

Specific Objectives:

A. Identify the 21st century authors from Africa, and their corresponding
literary texts;
B. Explain the concepts of representative texts from African literature;
C. Construct a timeline that indicates the history and development of Africa
towards gaining its independence and distinct literature; and
D. Show appreciation to the contributions of the 21st century writers in
African literature to the development of world literature.

Content Representative Texts and Authors from Africa

Learning  Division of Bohol Learning Activity Sheet (LAS) on 21st Century Literatures of the
Resources Philippines and the World
 https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.thoughtco.com%2Fdeserts-in-africa-
4165674&psig=AOvVaw3eY45gUq4FfQen1KO2OmXA&ust=1665755685419000&source=images&cd=vfe&ve
d=0CAkQjRxqFwoTCMDlw9et3foCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAD
 https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fvemaps.com%2Fafrica-continent%2Faf-c-
04&psig=AOvVaw3wORrPKL5TewW8GPmPuk1N&ust=1665754959676000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0
CAkQjRxqFwoTCICJmLmv3foCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAD
 https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fenviearth.com%2Fafrican-tribes-different-tribes-live-
in-africa%2F&psig=AOvVaw00TLT4KH0nEcwMS_eqrZBK&ust=1665756261531000&source=images&cd
=vfe&ved=0CAkQjRxqFwoTCNj44-2v3foCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAD
 https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.shutterstock.com%2Fsearch%2Fafrican-
wildlife&psig=AOvVaw3GxPKthEZPxPa3QZhU9OwM&ust=1665756417022000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved
=0CAkQjRxqFwoTCMjk2q-w3foCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAD

Procedures A. Preparation

● Opening Prayer.

● Setting the classroom environment (arranging the chairs, checking if the

classroom is clean and orderly).

● Ensuring a safe learning environment for everyone. Giving of New Normal

classroom rules.
 ● Checking of attendance and uniform.

● Stating the objectives of the lesson.

● Activating Prior Knowledge:

Do you like stories about liberation? How about slavery? Have you
encountered to read such? Would you mind to share something you
recall about what you have read?

B. Presentation

1. Drills/Activity:

Guess the continent reflected by these four pictures.

What comes into your mind when you think about Africa? Write five words that
best associate the continent. Follow the concept map below.

Africa
 2. Analysis: Probing Questions/ Guide Questions

 What prompt you to think those words that best associate with Africa?
 What have you known about the continent, people, culture, and
associated stories?
 Can you compare African countries to the Philippines in terms of history?
Cite some examples of Philippine literary works dealing with slavery and
freedom which have similarities in African stories.

Note: Consider the comparison of African continent and Philippine as a nation which
underwent through the history of colonization.

C. Lesson Proper

Africa and Its People

The African continent has undergone so many changes due to its climate. The
Sahara Desert was actually a fertile area, suitable for farming. Eventually, it grew drier
and became a desert. Interestingly, Africans coped with whatever challenge the climate
would give them and they survived. Progress followed soon after that. Writing was said
to have been invented in Northeast Africa during the Bronze Age – specifically, in
Egypt. The Egyptians, because of their rich resources, were able to make tools and
weapons out of bronze. They were also advanced in terms of culture and government,
because they had laws and punishments. Eventually, climate change overtook the
continent once again and changed the landscape of Africa. The deserts began to
occupy a wider area, and Africa was increasingly cut off from the outside world. The
deserts also hampered transportation via the sea.
During the Middle Ages, the Arabs came to Egypt and conquered them. This
happened fast, and soon they were in charge of all of North Africa. When the Arabs
came, they spread Islam to North Africa and converted everyone there.
After 800 AD, Northern Africa began to have organized kingdoms. What were
these? These were the powerful kingdoms that monopolized trade with the Arabs and
other countries up north. They traded gold and slaves for luxury goods and salt – those
which Africa does not have. These kingdoms were known to be Ghana (a kingdom rich
with gold), Ife of Southwest Nigeria (they made terracotta sculptures and bronze
statues), Benin, Mali (which grew so powerful that, in its prime, its people traded gold,
slaves, horses, and salt), Songhai, and Kanem-Bornu (which traded metal).
When the Europeans colonized parts of Africa in the 16th century, the slave
trade began to happen across the Atlantic. The European slave trade was
unprecedented for it was so huge in its extent. Almost millions and millions of Africans
were forcibly taken from their own homes and were brought to unknown shores by
fellow Africans themselves who grew rich from the slave trade. Most of them suffered
under the hands of their “owners”. This continued onto the 18th century, and together
with the slaves, the British also took sugar back to their country. This was called the
Triangular Trade.
In the 19th century, many European states banded together to stop the slave
trade and its cruel injustices. In 1807, Britain stopped the slave trade, but Europe had
colonized almost the whole of Africa then. By 1914, Africa, except for Libya and
Ethiopia, had been taken over by the Europeans.
In the 20th century, more and more Africans were becoming educated, and as
such, they clamored for independence. This movement became unstoppable. By the
1950s – 1960s, almost all of the African countries were independent. By 1975, the last
two countries that were held by Portugal- Mozambique and Angola – had finally gained
independence.
Now, Africa is on the rise. The African countries’ economies are on the rise,
thanks to tourism and investment. The developments are looking positive, and it seems
that Africa will become the great continent it was intended to be in the beginning.
Many great people are Africans. Nelson Mandela or “Mandiba” was a citizen
who fiercely fought for Africa’s independence and eventually became the first black and
democratically elected president of South Africa. He is known to be “Father of the
Nation”. Another one is Desmond Tutu who was a fierce opponent of the apartheid in
Africa. He was the first black South African bishop of Cape Town and because of his
exhaustive efforts to promote peace, he has won several awards which include the
Nobel Peace Prize and the Gandhi Peace Prize. Probably, another person more familiar
to you is Charlize Theron who has acted in many blockbuster films in Hollywood and
has won countless of awards for her talent. She is known as the first South African to
win an Academy Award or an Oscar.
The Philippines was also challenged the same way that Africa had been as a
continent. As a citizen of a country that has been colonized extensively before, it is
normal that you still experience the stirrings of the kind of history that your country has
gone through. The turbulent yet challenging history of Africa is also mirrored not only by
these aforementioned people, but also by their literary writers.

D. Problem / Application

I. Directions: Make a timeline that indicates the history and development of Africa
towards gaining its independence.

Bronze Age: _________________________________________________

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Middle Ages: ________________________________________________

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After 800 AD: ________________________________________________

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16th Century: ________________________________________________

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19th Century: ________________________________________________

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20th Century: ________________________________________________

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II. Read the following reading selections from African literature and answer the
questions that follow.

African Writers

1. Nadine Gordimer

Nadine Gordimer was a South African writer and

political activist who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in
1991. She was given most of her life up to serving
humanity and other charitable causes. Gordimer writes
about moral issues in South Africa, particularly about the
apartheid. Because of these participations, he famous
works such as Burger’s Daughter and July’s People
were banned for some time in Africa. The short story
“Loot” reads like an essay but actually narrates a “great
event” that starts changes within the world and
ultimately leads to where human beings are now.

Loot
By Nadine Gordimer

Once upon our time, there was an earthquake: but this one is the most powerful
ever recorded since the invention of the Richter scale made possible for us to measure
apocalyptic warnings.
It tipped a continental shelf. These tremblings often cause floods; this colossus did
the reverse, drew back the ocean as a vast breath taken. The most secret level of our
world lay revealed: the sea-bedded – wrecked ships, facades of houses, ballroom
candelabra, toilet bowl, pirate chest, TV screen, mail-coach, aircraft fuselage, canon,
marble torso, Kalashnikov, metal carapace of a tourist bus-load, baptismal font,
automatic dishwasher, computer, swords sheathed in barnacles, coins turned to stone.
The astounded gaze raced among these things; the population who had fled from their
toppling houses to the maritime hills, ran down. Where terrestrial crash and bellow had
terrified them, there was naked silence. The saliva of the sea glistened upon these
objects; it is given that time does not, never did, exist down there where the materiality
of the past and the present as they lie has no chronological order, all is one, all is
nothing – or all is possible at once.
People rushed to take; take, take. This was – when, anytime, sometime – valuable,
that might be useful, what was this, well someone will know, that must have belonged to
the rich, it’s mine now, if you don’t grab what’s over there someone else will, feet
slipped and slithered on seaweed and sank in soggy sand, gasping sea-plants gaped at
them, no-one remarked there were no fish, the living inhabitants of this unearth had
been swept up and away with the water. The ordinary opportunity of looting shops
which was routine to people during the political uprisings was no comparison. Orgiastic
joy gave men, women and their children strength to heave out of the slime and sand
what they did not know they wanted, quickened their staggering gait as they ranged,
and this was more than profiting by happenstance, it was robbing the power of nature
before which they had fled helpless. Take, take; while grabbing they were able to forget
the wreck of their houses and the loss of time-bound possessions there. They had
tattered the silence with their shouts to one another and under these cries like the cries
of the absent seagulls they did not hear a distant approach of sound rising as a great
wind does. And then the sea came back, engulfed them to add to its treasury.
That is what is known; in television coverage that really had nothing to show but
the pewter skin of the depths, in radio interviews with those few infirm, timid or prudent
who had not come down from the hills, and in newspaper accounts of bodies that for
some reason the sea rejected, washed up down the coast somewhere.
But the writer knows something no-one else knows; the sea-change of the
imagination.
Now listen, there’s a man who has wanted a certain object (what) all his life. He has
a lot of – things – some of which his eye falls upon often, so he must be fond of, some
of which he doesn’t notice, deliberately, that he probably shouldn’t have acquired but
cannot cast off, there’s an art noveau lamp he reads by, and above his bed-head a
Japanese print, a Hokusai, ‘The Great Wave’, he doesn’t really collect oriental stuff,
although if it had been on the wall facing him it might have been more than part of the
furnishings, it’s been out of sight behind his head for years. All these – things – but not
the one.
He’s a retired man, long divorced, chosen an old but well-appointed villa in the
maritime hills as the site from which to turn his back on the assault of the city. A woman
from the village cooks and cleans and doesn’t bother him with any other
communication. It is a life blessedly freed of excitement, he’s had enough of that kind of
disturbance, pleasurable or not, but the sight from his lookout of what could never have
happened, never ever have been vouchsafed, is a kind of command. He is one of those
who are racing out over the glistening sea-bed, the past – detritus-treasure, one and the
same – stripped bare.
Like all the other looters with whom he doesn’t mix, has nothing in common, he
races from object to object, turning over the shards of painted china, the sculptures
created by destruction, abandonment and rust, the brine-vintaged wine casks, a
plunged racing motorcycle, a dentist’s chair, his stride landing on disintegrated human
ribs and metatarsals he does not identify. But unlike the others, he takes nothing – until:
there, ornate with tresses of orange-brown seaweed, stuck-fast with nacreous shells
and crenellations of red coral, is the object. (A mirror?) It’s as if the impossible is true;
he knew that was where it was, beneath the sea, that’s why he didn’t know what it was,
could never find it before. It could be revealed only by something that had never
happened, the greatest paroxysm of our earth ever measured on the Richter scale.
He takes it up, the object, the mirror, the sand pours off it, the water that was the
only bright glance left to it streams from it, he is taking it back with him, taking
possession at last.
And the great wave comes from behind his bed-head and takes him.
His name well-known in the former regime circles in the capital is not among the
survivors. Along with him among the skeletons of the latest victims, with the ancient
pirates and fishermen, there are those dropped from planes during the dictatorship so
that with the accomplice of the sea they would never be found. Who recognized them,
that day, where they lie?
No carnation or rose floats.
Full fathom five.

2. Wole Soyinka

Akinwande Oluwole “Wole” Babatunde

Soyinka, better known as Wole Soyinka, is a Nigerian
poet and playwright. He is the first African to be
honored the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1986. He
studied in both Nigeria and the UK, where he eventually
worked with the Royal Court Theatre of London. His
plays were produced both in Nigeria and London. He
has also been a staunch political activist, which led to his
arrest during the Nigerian Civil War and solitary
confinement for two years.

Civilian and Soldier

by Wole Soyinka

My apparition rose from the fall of lead,

Declared, ‘I am a civilian.’ It only served
To aggravate your fright. For how could I
Have risen, a being of this world, in that hour
Of impartial death! And I thought also: nor is
Your quarrel of this world.

You stood still

For both eternities, and oh I heard the lesson
Of your training sessions, cautioning –
Scorch earth behind you, do not leave
A dubious neutral to the rear. Reiteration
Of my civilian quandary, burrowing earth
 From the lead festival of your more eager friends
Worked the worse on your confusion, and when
You brought the gun to bear on me, and death
Twitched me gently in the eye, your plight
And all of you came clear to me.

I hope someday
Intent upon my trade of living, to be checked
In stride by your apparition in a trench,
Signaling, I am a soldier. No hesitation then
But I shall shoot you clean and fair

With meat and bread, a gourd of wine

A bunch of breasts from either arm, and that
Lone question – do you friend, even now, know
What it is all about?

3. Chinua Achebe

Chinua Achebe is a Nigerian novelist,

professor, and critic who rose to critical acclaim
when he published his magnum opus, Things
Fall Apart. It is the most widely read book in
African literature. He is a titled Igbo chief who
was given scholarships to attend universities,
until he invested in his writing. He has taught in
Western universities and has also dabbled in
African politics.

Things Fall Apart

By Chinua Achebe

Okonkwo was well known throughout the nine villages and even beyond.
His fame rested on solid personal achievements. As a young man of eighteen
he had brought honor to his village by throwing Amalinze the Cat. Amalinze was
the great wrestler who for seven years was unbeaten, from Umuofia to Mbaino.
He was called the Cat because his back would never touch the earth. It was this
man that Okonkwo threw in a fight which the old men agreed was one of the
fiercest since the founder of their town engaged a spirit of the wild for seven
days and seven nights.
The drums beat and the flutes sang and the spectators held their breath.
Amalinze was a wily craftsman, but Okonkwo was as slippery as a fish in water.
Every nerve and every muscle stood out on their arms, on their backs and their
thighs, and one almost heard them stretching to breaking point. In the end,
Okonkwo threw the Cat.
That was many years ago, twenty years or more, and during this time
Okonkwo’s fame had grown like a bush-fire in the harmattan. He was tall and
huge, and his bushy eyebrows and wide nose gave him a very severe look. He
breathed heavily, and it was said that, when he slept, his wives and children in
their houses could hear him breathe. When he walked, his heels hardly touched
the ground and he seemed to walk on springs, as if he was going to pounce on
somebody. And he did pounce on people quite often. He had a slight stammer
and whenever he was angry and could not get his words out quickly enough, he
would use his fists. He had no patience with unsuccessful men. He had had no
patience with his father.
Unoka, for that was his father’s name, had died ten years ago. In his day
he was lazy and improvident and was quite incapable of thinking about
tomorrow. If any money came his way, and it seldom did, he immediately bought
gourds of palm-wine, called round his neighbors and made merry. He always
said that whenever he saw a dead man’s mouth he saw the folly of not eating
what one had in one’s lifetime. Unoka was, of course, a debtor, and he owed
every neighbor some money, from a few cowries to quite substantial amounts.
He was tall but very thin and had a slight stoop. He wore a haggard and
mournful look except when he was drinking or playing on his flute. He was very
good on his flute, and his happiest moments were the two or three moons after
the harvest when the village musicians brought down their instruments, hung
above the fireplace. Unoka would play with them, his face beaming with
blessedness and peace. Sometimes another village would ask Unoka’s band
and their dancing egwugwu to come and stay with them and teach them their
tunes. They would go to such hosts for as long as three or four markets, making
music and feasting.
Unoka loved the good fare and the good fellowship, and he loved this
season of the year, when the rains had stopped and the sun rose every morning
with dazzling beauty. And it was not too hot either, because the cold and dry
harmattan wind was blowing down from the north. Some years the harmattan
was very severe and a dense haze hung on the atmosphere. Old men and
children would then sit round log fires, warming their bodies.
Unoka loved it all, and he loved the first kites that returned with the dry
season, and the children who sang songs of welcome to them. He would
remember his own childhood, how he had often wandered around looking for a
kite sailing leisurely against the blue sky. As soon as he found one he would
sing with his whole being, welcoming it back from its long, long journey, and
asking it if it had brought home any lengths of cloth.
That was years ago, when he was young. Unoka, the grown-up, was a
failure. He was poor and his wife and children had barely enough to eat. People
laughed at him because he was a loafer, and they swore never to lend him any
more money because he never paid back. But Unoka was such a man that he
always succeeded in borrowing more, and piling up his debts.
One day a neighbor called Okoye came in to see him. He was reclining
on a mud bed in his hut playing on the flute. He immediately rose and shook
hands with Okoye, who then unrolled the goatskin which he carried under his
arm, and sat down. Unoka went into an inner room and soon returned with a
small wooden disc containing a kola nut, some alligator pepper and a lump of
white chalk.
“I have kola,” he announced when he sat down, and passed the disc over to his
guest.
“Thank you. He who brings kola brings life. But I think you ought to break
it,” replied Okoye, passing back the disc.
“No, it is for you, I think,” and they argued like this for a few moments
before Unoka accepted the honor of breaking the kola. Okoye, meanwhile, took
the lump of chalk, drew some lines on the floor, and then painted his big toe.
As he broke the kola, Unoka prayed to their ancestors for life and health,
and for protection against their enemies. When they had eaten they talked about
many things: about the heavy rains which were drowning the yams, about the
next ancestral feast and about the impending war with the village of Mbaino.
Unoka was never happy when it came to wars. He was in fact a coward and
could not bear the sight of blood.
And so he changed the subject and talked about music, and his face
beamed. He could hear in his mind’s ear the blood-stirring and intricate rhythms
of the ekwe and the udu and the ogene, and he could hear his own flute
weaving in and out of them, decorating them with a colorful and plaintive tune.
The total effect was gay and brisk, but if one picked out the flute as it went up
and down and then broke up into short snatches, one saw that there was sorrow
and grief there.
Okoye was also a musician. He played on the ogene. But he was not a
failure like Unoka. He had a large barn full of yams and he had three wives. And
now he was going to take the Idemili title, the third highest in the land. It was a
very expensive ceremony and he was gathering all his resources together. That
was in fact the reason why he had come to see Unoka. He cleared his throat
and began: “Thank you for the kola. You may have heard of the title I intend to
take shortly.”
Having spoken plainly so far, Okoye said the next half a dozen sentences in
proverbs. Among the Ibo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and
proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.
Okoye was a great talker and he spoke for a long time, skirting round the
subject and then hitting it finally. In short, he was asking Unoka to return the two
hundred cowries he had borrowed from him more than two years before. As
soon as Unoka understood what his friend was driving at, he burst out laughing.
He laughed loud and long and his voice rang out clear as the ogene, and tears
stood in his eyes. His visitor was amazed, and sat speechless. At the end,
Unoka was able to give an answer between fresh outbursts of mirth.
“Look at that wall,” he said, pointing at the far wall of his hut, which was
rubbed with red earth so that it shone. “Look at those lines of chalk;” and Okoye
saw groups of short perpendicular lines drawn in chalk. There were five groups,
and the smallest group had ten lines. Unoka had a sense of the dramatic and so
he allowed a pause, in which he took a pinch of snuff and sneezed noisily, and
then he continued: “Each group there represents a debt to someone, and each
stroke is one hundred cowries.
You see, I owe that man a thousand cowries. But he has not come to
wake me up in the morning for it. I shall pay, you, but not today. Our elders say
that the sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who kneel
under them. I shall pay my big debts first.” And he took another pinch of snuff,
as if that was paying the big debts first. Okoye rolled his goatskin and departed.
When Unoka died he had taken no title at all and he was heavily in debt.
Any wonder then that his son Okonkwo was ashamed of him? Fortunately,
among these people a man was judged according to his worth and not
according to the worth of his father. Okonkwo was clearly cut out for great
things. He was still young but he had won fame as the greatest wrestler in the
nine villages. He was a wealthy farmer and had two barns full of yams, and had
just married his third wife.
To crown it all he had taken two titles and had shown incredible prowess
in two inter-tribal wars. And so although Okonkwo was still young, he was
already one of the greatest men of his time. Age was respected among his
people, but achievement was revered. As the elders said, if a child washed his
hands he could eat with kings. Okonkwo had clearly washed his hands and so
he ate with kings and elders. And that was how he came to look after the
doomed lad who was sacrificed to the village of Umuofia by their neighbors to
avoid war and bloodshed. The ill-fated lad was called Ikemefuna.
E. Generalization

1. If you had a chance to apply one lesson from Africa’s struggle as a nation to the
Philippines, which one would it be and why?
2. In what ways do you think Africa’s history has affected its literature?
3. What is unique about Africa as a continent?
4. What have you learned from the three literary works in African literature in terms
of theme?
5. In the analysis of Achebe’s Things Fall Apart, I have discovered that context is
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6. I was able to appreciate Achebe’s work because
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F. Evaluation

I. Multiple Choice. Write only the letter of your best answer.

1. It was said that they invented writing during the Bronze Age.
A. Arabs C. Egyptians
B. Babylonians D. Greeks

2. He is known as “Mandiba” who was a citizen who fiercely fought for Africa’s
independence and eventually became the first black and democratically elected
president of South Africa.
A. Chinua Achebe C. Nelson Mandela
B. Nadine Gordimer D. Wole Soyinka

3. She was a South African writer and political activist who won the Nobel Prize in
Literature in 1991.
A. Chinua Achebe C. Nelson Mandela
B. Nadine Gordimer D. Wole Soyinka
 4. This short story is like an essay but actually narrates a “great event” that starts
changes within the world and ultimately leads to where human beings are now.
A. The Tell-Tale Heart C. Burger’s Daughter
B. Motherhood D. Loot

5. He is the first African to be honored the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1986.

A. Akinwande Oluwole “Wole” Babatunde Soyinka C. Nadine Gordimer
B. Chinua Achebe D. Nelson Mandela
6. He is a Nigerian novelist, professor, and critic who rose to critical acclaim when
he published his magnum opus, Things Fall Apart.
A. Akinwande Oluwole “Wole” Babatunde Soyinka C. Nadine Gordimer
B. Chinua Achebe D. Nelson Mandela

7. This novel follows the life of Okonkwo, an Igbo ("Ibo" in the novel) man and local
wrestling champion in the fictional Nigerian clan of Umuofia.
A. A Thousand Splendid Suns C. Burger’s Daughter
B. Things Fall Apart D. Loot

8. The theme of this poem is about war–a topic that harkens back to the chequered
historical trail of many African countries.
A. A Thousand Splendid Suns C. Loot
B. Things Fall Apart D. Civilian and Soldier

9. Gordimer suggests that a life without desire is based on a mixture of habit and
fantasy about something that will not arrive. And despite what its owner might
think, it is a life in despair, sad and largely deprived of joy. From what literary
work does the message relate to?
A. Burger’s Daughter C. Loot
B. July’s People D. Things Fall Apart

10. He was the first black South African bishop of Cape Town and because of his
exhaustive efforts to promote peace, he was won several awards, which include the
Nobel Peace Prize and the Gandhi Peace Prize.
A. Chinua Achebe C. Wole Soyinka
B. Nadine Gordimer D. Desmond Tutu

Author Country Literary Text Theme

Nadine Gordimer
Wole Soyinka
Chinua Achebe

II. Fill-in the table below.

G. Closing
 “The greatest threat to freedom is the absence of criticism.” Wole Soyinka

Remarks Day 1:

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Reflection

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