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Title: Unrolling a poem


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Unrolling a poem
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  • They picked Akanni up one morning
  • Beat him soft like clay
  • And stuffed him down the belly
  • Of a waiting jeep.
  • What business of mine is it
  • So long they dont take the yam
  • From my savouring mouth?

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  • They came one night
  • Booted the whole house awake
  • And dragged Danladi out,
  • Then off to a lengthy absence.
  • What business of mine is it
  • So long they dont take the yam
  • From my savouring mouth?

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  • Chinwe went to work one day
  • Only to find her job was gone
  • No query, no warning, no probe -
  • Just one neat sack for a stainless record.
  • What business of mine is it
  • So long they dont take the yam
  • From my savouring mouth?

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  • They picked Akanni up one morning
  • Beat him soft like clay
  • And stuffed him down the belly
  • Of a waiting jeep.
  • They came one night
  • Booted the whole house awake
  • And dragged Danladi out,
  • Then off to a lengthy absence.

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  • They picked Akanni up one morning
  • Beat him soft like clay
  • And stuffed him down the belly
  • Of a waiting jeep.
  • They came one night
  • Booted the whole house awake
  • And dragged Danladi out,
  • Then off to a lengthy absence.

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Suggested Activities
  • At this point you could ask students to have a go
    at writing the final stanza.
  • Perhaps you could try some peer assessment of the
    final stanza after agreeing on some success
    criteria e.g. Does it match the tone/structure?
    etc.
  • You could then ask them to give the poem a title
    before revealing the final stanza.

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  • And then one evening
  • As I sat down to eat my yam
  • A knock on the door froze my hungry hand.
  • The jeep was waiting on my bewildered
    lawn Waiting, waiting in its usual silence.
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