Bosede Ademilua Afolayan Known to be the author of this book,she hails from ilogbo-Ekiti in Ido-Osi Local government area of Ekiti State Nigeria ,she’s an Associate Professor at the department of English ,University of Lagos.She was...
Bosede’s Once Upon an Elephant is a socio-political commentary and satire set against the backdrop of Yoruba Traditional society. Bosede comments on the issue of Monarchy and tradition in the Yoruba community, where there is misuse and abuse of customs and...
Settings Bosede’s Once upon an Elephant is a metaphorical title, which portrays a tyrant king (Ajanaku) who is the “Elephant” and he tramples upon the people and traditions. The setting of the play shows and comments on the true nature...
Characterisation Ajanaku (The Elephant / The Usurper King): Ajanaku is the main antagonist and also the embodiment of tyranny in the play. The name Ajanaku means “Elephant”, this portrays the meticulous nature of Bosede in picking out names for characters....
 THE SATIRE AND SOCIAL PROBLEMS IN BOSEDE AFOLAYAN’s “Once Upon An Elephant”  Bosede Afolayan’s play, Once Upon an Elephant, is  a story that uses a traditional African village setting to tell a modern political story. The major objective of...
CONFLICT IN MINE BOY Peter Abrahams’ “Mine Boy” is a bold fusion of marxism, racial and colour segregation set against the backdrop of the Apartheid South Africa. “Mine Boy” is endowned with a variety of conflicts which shape the plot, theme...
Aristophanes’ “Lysistrata”, a novel written during a period of political and social upheaval has been denoted or attributed with a satirical arrangement as the play is centered upon the contrast or reversal in the roles played between the men and women...
Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow. I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds, to dare. Exacerbation from your subtle plough. Woman as a clam, on the sea’s cresent. I saw your jealous eye quench the sea’s Flouorescence, dance...
Once upon a time, son, they used to laugh with their hearts and laugh with their eyes: but now they only laugh with their teeth, while their ice-block-cold eyes search behind my shadow. There was a time indeed they used to...
Between my finger and my thumb   The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound   When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:   My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds   ...