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UNIVERSITI SAINS MALAYSIAPeperiksaan Semester KeduaSidang 1985/86HKB 211 -Kesusasteraan Afrika ModenTarikh: 14 April 1986 Masa: 9.00 pagi - 12.00 tgh.(3 jam)Jawab EMPAT(4), soalan sahaja, DUA(2) soalan daripada Bahagian Adan SATU(l) soalan daripada tiap-tiap Bahagian B dan C.,BAHAGIAN A - Jawab dua(2) soalan.1. Didapati berbagai konflik telah timbulakibat dari kedatanganbangsa kulit putih ke negeri-negeri di benua Afrika. Denganmemberikan penelitian khusus kepadanovel Thing FallS Apartol~h Chinua Achebe dan A Gtain of Wh~at oleh James Ngugi,bincangkan bagaimanakah kesannya ke atas jiwa Okonkwo,prot-ragonis Thing Falls Apart dan Mugo, salah satu watak pentingdi dalarnA Graln of Wheat. .2. Tidak dapat dinafikan A Man of the P~ople oleh Chinua Achebedan The g~autyful Ones Are Not Yet' Born oleh Ayi Kwei Armahmerupakan dua buah karya yang rnengkritik kehidupan rakyatNigeria dan Ghana dalam masa sepuluh tahun pertama selepaskedua buah negara berkenaan rnencapai kemer~ekaan masing-masing. Jelaskan bagaimanakah Chinua Achebe dan Ayi KweiArmah memperlihatkan kepincangan kehidupan di kedua buahnegara berkenaan menerusi karya masing-masing.3. Novel The Beautyful0nes Are Not Yet Born oleh Ayi Kwei Armah .telah menyarankan satu jUdul yang ironik dan simbolik mengenaiharapan murni (infant hope) rakyat Ghana selepas mencapaikemerdekaan. Bagaimanakah anda boleh mengaitkan terna inidengan watak-watak pent1ng di dalam novel 1n1.4. ' Adalah jelas, peranan kuasa gha1b mengamb1l tempat yang pent1ngdi kalangan ahl i masyarakat Omokachi d1 ·dalam novel The Concubineoleh Elech1 Amadi. Bincangkan sejauh manakah keazaman dir1Ekwueme berjaya rnengatasi sump~han kuasa gha1b 1n1 untuk mem111k1Ihuoma?••• /2- 2 -SAHAGIAN B - Jawab satu(l) soa1an.(HKB 211)5. "In Memoriam ll dan 'iNight'of'Sine" adalah'dua buah sajak olehLeopold Sedar Senghor yang ditulis semasa berada di Paris.Dengan memberikan anal isa terperinci kepada imej-imej dansimbol yang terdapat di dalam kedua buah sajak ini, bincangkanbagaimanakahSenghor menterapkan perasaan nostalgiknya terhadaptanahairnya Afrika? .6. Dengan memberikan tumpuan khusus kepada dua buah sajak; IIAfri~allolah David Diop dan "When Negro Teath Speak ll oleh OuologuemYambo, jelaskan bagaimanakah kedua penyair berkenaan memperlihat-kan pencarian ke arah identiti keafri kaan menerusi kedua karyamereka.SAHAGIAN C - Jawab satu(l) soalan.7. A Dance of the Forest, adalah sebuah drama oleh ~/o1e Soyinkayang melambangkan . 'gathering of the tribe'. Pada akhir dramaini terdapat satu adegan tarian primitif yang mengandungikejadian pengarakan Abiku. Apakah tanggapan anda mengenaikepulangan Abiku kepada ibunya liThe Dead Woman" berhubungdengan kewujudan negara Nigeria?8. Kebanyakan watak di dalam drama A Dance of the Forest karyaWole Soyinka dibentukwatak pendua yang mengisi dua zamanyang berlainan. Bincangkan apakah kepentingannya yang dapatditanggap; menerusi teknik in;!-000000000-... /LAMPlRAN(HKB 211)Leopold Sedar SenghorIN MEMORIAMit is Sunday.I fear the crowd of my brothers with stony faces.From my tower of glass filled with pain, the nagging AncestorsI gaze at roofs and hills in the fogIn the silence -the chimneys are grave and bare.At their feet sleep my dead, all my dreams are dustAll my dreams, the liberal blood spills' all along the streets,mixing with the blood of the butcheries.And now, from this observatory as from a suburbI watch my dreams float vaguely through t~e streets, lie atthe hills' feetLike the gUides of my race on the banks of Gambia or Saloum,Now of the Seine, at the feet of these hills.Let me think of my dead!Yesterday it was Toussaint, the solemn anniversary of the sunAnd no remembrance in any cemetery.Ah, dead ones who have always refused to die, who have known howto fight deathBy Seine or Sins, and in my fragile veins pushed the invincibleblood,Protect my dreams as you have made your sons, wanderer~ ondelicate feet.Oh Dead, protect the roofs of Paris in the Sunday fogThe roofs which guard my deadThat from tne perilous safety of my tower I may descend tothe streetsTo join my brothers with blue eyesWith hard bands.. .. / i iiiNIGHT OF SINEWoman, rest on my brow your balsam hands, your hands gentlerth~n f'.!+.The rhythmic silence rocks us.Listen to its song, listen to the beating of our dark blood,listenTo the beating of the dark pulse of Africa in the mist oflost villages.Now the tired moon sinks towards its bed of slack water,Now the peals of laughter even fall asleep, and the bardsthemselvesDandle their heads like children on the backs of theirmothers.Now the feet of the dancers grow heavy and heavy growsthe rongue of the singers.This is the hour of the stars and of the night that dreamsAnd reclines on this hill of clouds, draped in her longgown of mi lk .The roofs of the houses gleam gently. .What are they tellingso confidently to the stars?Inside the hearth is extinguished in~he intimacy of bitterand sweet scents.Woman, light the lamp of clear oil, and let the children inbed talk about their ancestors, like their parents.Listen to the voice of the ancients of Elissa. Like we,exiled,'They did not want to die, lest their seminal flood be lost·in the sand.Let me listen in the smoky but for the shadowy visit ofpropitious souls,My head on' your breast glowing, like a kuskus bail smokingout of the fire,Let me breathe the smell of 9ur dead, let me contemplate andrepeat their living voice, let me learnTo live before .1 sink, deeper than the diver, into the loftydepth of sleep.(HKB 211)• •• /i i iiiiAFRICAAfrica my AfricaAfrica of proud warriors in ancestral savannahsAfrica of whom my grandmother singsOn the banks of the distant riverI have never known youBut your glood flows in my veinsYour beautiful black blood that irrigates the fieldsThe blood of your sweatThe sweat of your workThe work of your slaveryThe slavery of your childrenAfrica tell me AfricaIs this you this back that is bentThis back that breaks under the weight of humiliationThis back trembling with red scarsAnd saying yes to the whip under the midday sunBut a grave voice answers meImpetruous son that tree young and strongThat tree thereIn splendid loneliness amidst while and faded flowersThat is Africa your AfricaThat grows again patiently obstinatelyAnd its fruit gradually acquireThe bitter taste of liberty.(HKB 211)••• /iv;vOuologuem YamboWHEN NEGRO TEATH SPEAKEve~yone thinks m.e a canniba~But you know how people talkEveryone sees my red gums but whc)"Has while onesUp with tomatoesEveryone says tewer tourists will comeNowBut you knowWe aren't in America and anyway everyoneIs brokeEveryone says it's my fault and is afraid-But lookMy teeth are while not redI haven't eaten anyonePeople are wicked and say I gobblethe tourists roastedOr perh~ps grilledRoasted or grilled I asked themThey fell silent and looked fearfully at my gumsUp with tomatoesEveryone knows an arable country has agricultureUp with vegetables*************(HKB211 )

HKB 211 - KESUSASTERAAN AFRIKA MODEN APRIL 1986

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HKB 211 - KESUSASTERAAN AFRIKA MODEN APRIL 1986

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