TO THE NEGRO-AMERICAN SOLDIERS By Leopold Sedar Senghor This is work assigned by Meghama'am For Mercer Cook I did not recognize you in prison under your ……….. sad-colored uniform I did not recognize you under the calabash helmet ……….. without style I did not recognize the whining sound of your ……….. iron horses, who drink but do not eat. And it is no longer the nobility of elephants, it is the ……….. the barbaric weight of the prehistoric ……….. monsters of the world. Under your closed face, I did not recognize you. I only touched the warmth of your brown hand, ……….. I called myself “Afrika! ” And I found once again the lost laughter, I hailed the ancient voices ……….. and the roar of Congo waterfalls. Brothers, I do not know whether you bombed the ……….. cathedrals, the pride of Europe, If you are the lightning of God’s hand that burned ……….. Sodom and Gomorrah. No, you are the messengers of his mercy, the ……….. Spring after Winter. To those who had forgotten how t...
Proposed Alternative Ending of A Dance of the Forests In reimagining the conclusion of A Dance of the Forests by Wole Soyinka , I seek not to contradict the spirit of the original play but to extend its philosophical tension into a moment of transformative possibility. Soyinka’s drama resists romantic nationalism; it dismantles the illusion that the past is glorious and exposes how societies repeatedly summon their own failures. My alternative ending preserves this critique yet imagines a fragile but conscious awakening an ending that emphasizes responsibility rather than despair, and renewal rather than cyclical paralysis. The Gathering After the Dance The stage is still. The drums that once thundered now echo faintly like a memory fading into silence. The Forest Head remains unseen, yet his presence is felt in the trembling of the trees and the dim glow of twilight. Demoke kneels at the center, shaken not merely by guilt but by revelation. The Half-Child stands nearby not as...