Your pain by Armando Guebuza

Kanungila Karim

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Read the following poem and then answer the questions that follow:

Your pain
Yet more my pain
Shall suffocate oppression

Your eyes
Yet more my eyes
Shall be speaking of revolt

Your scars
Yet more my scars
Will be remembering the whip

My hands
Yet more your hands
Will be lifted fully armed

My strength
Yet more your strength
Shall overcome imperialism

My blood
Yet more your blood
Shall irrigate our victory

QUESTIONS

(a)Using examples, comment on language use in this poem.

(b)What three things can be learnt from this poem?

(c) Who is the enemy of the poet?

(d)How can the enemy in (c) above be overcome?

(e)Mention and show any four poetic devices used in the poem.

(f)What is the relevance of this poem to your society?

(g)What feelings do you get after reading this poem? Give a reason for each.
 
let me start by showing poetic devices..rhyme is one of poetic devices in the poem..the ..n..sound has been repeating in the first stanza

also look at the phrase yet more...this repetition is called refrain..it is used to emphasize the issue of revolution

we can say the poem has rhythm as a poetic device since there is a balanced stressed and unstressed syllables.
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Africa my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral Savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant river
I have never known you

But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery

Africa, tell me Africa
Is this your back that is unbent
This back that never breaks under the
weight of humiliation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying no to the whip under the midday sun?

But a grave voice answers me
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers

That is your Africa springing up anew
springing up patiently, obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires
The bitter taste of liberty.
 
Africa my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral Savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant river
I have never known you

But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery

Africa, tell me Africa
Is this your back that is unbent
This back that never breaks under the
weight of humiliation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying no to the whip under the midday sun?

But a grave voice answers me
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers

That is your Africa springing up anew
springing up patiently, obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires
The bitter taste of liberty.
A patriotic poetry,

My appreciation to the poet.
 
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