She Stoops To Conquer (Act 2)

I begin this awesomesauce post in the name of Jon Bellion and his kickasss album.

Hey again people. The last time we spoke, our boys were being Punk’d! by Tony and showed up at Mr. Hardcastle’s residence believing it was an inn. They get all prideful and demanding, and take every good gesture from their host the wrong way. This should be fun….

We’re looking at a quick overview of She Stoops to Conquer, Act 2, Part 1.

Starting off, Mr. Hardcastle designates roles to his servants and spells out some restrictions as well. Telling them not to laugh at certain jokes, for example, since they play no part in the conversations with his guests. Marlow and Hastings are welcomed warmly – and not long after, start making demands for dinner and punch and act unseemly. It rubs Mr. Hardcastle the wrong way obviously, although he puts on a smile to help him bite back the impulse to smack them square in the teeth.

My words, not his.

Following a blur of uncomfortable exchanges, Neville shows up and clears the confusion. They aren’t in an inn but rather, the residence of the woman Mr. Marlow was to meet. Kate Hardcastle ….. Well, something along those lines. I don’t speak ancient English too well so let’s go with that.

Mr. Hastings, after calming his anxious friend down, continues his career as best friend and well experienced wingman to the shy manchild that is Marlow. Poor guy. Such a mess around fine women. He barely looked into her face the whole time they talked.

After Hastings took his friend through the preliminary round of conversation with Kate, he left the room with Neville.

It’s just the two of them now – and Marlow has to be a big boy and take off his training wheels of conversation and flirting. That shit was damn awkward!

Funny thing is, Kate is just as interested by deep conversations as Marlow is and she’s quite taken by him.

I always did sense she was a sucker for shy boys, deep down. And she understands whatever he’s mumbling about; she’s like the potential-boyfriend translator for women dating shy boys. Honestly, we in the twenty-first century need an app like that.

She’s finishing his sentences, enjoying the conversation and whatnot.


So when all that’s done, they go meet up with Neville and Hastings elsewhere. Kate, who enjoys his company, plans on teaching Mr. Marlow a thing or two about confidence. Props to him and the wingman, am I right?


So that’s what the second act has to offer. Feel free to read through that section of the play again and point out any inconsistency or omission you think is necessary for a better understanding of the work we’re looking at. Stay awesome, fearless eaters. Ciao Ciao!!



Happy Almost New Year!!!@@@

Happy New Year in advance, my beautiful people!!!

It’s a few hours till we cross over here in Ghana and I need to say thank you so much for coming along on this blogventure with me. Couldn’t have done it without you guys ‘n’ girls. It really means a lot. Here comes the part where I fulfill my end of the bargain and share what I’ve gathered about Part 2 of Act One of “She Stoops to Conquer” to bring the curtain down on the FufuNAlphabetSoup blog for 2016.

We’ll resume on the 17th of January 2017 for more awesomeness.

Let the post begin.

The scene opens up in an alehouse room – which is basically what we call bars these days. Drinking bars.

They’re drinking, yelling and singing, basically being what society said men ought to be at the time. Doesn’t look like much has changed since then, but whatever.

Tony, who earlier started a rhapsody song (titled the Three Pigeons … for whatever reason) begins talking with his companions about taking over his step father’s inheritance when he is of age so that he and his friends can enjoy life… I don’t know; I feel delusional, selfish prick vibes about Tony. God knows! Time will tell!

The Landlord announces the arrival of two gentlemen at the door who Tony discovers are Londoners – one of whom has come to court his step sister. After his friends excuse themselves, Tony goes ahead to smear his sister’s and Mr Hardcastle’s good names to the Londoners who have lost their way. He wanted revenge for the half year in which he feels his step father disrespected him (although I do think Runt might be a good enough description of Tony at his point).

So Tony gives the men instructions on how to reach his step father’s mansion after they decline staying at the alehouse for the night. Yeah, I was right. Tony is a prick.

Tony continues being a manipulative little shit by refering to Mr Hardcastle’s residence as a friendly inn – and claiming Mr Hardcastle runs it and will try convincing them that he is a gentleman (which he actually is).

Off they go, having been polluted….. This is clearly not a win-win situation for Mr Hardcastle. What a way to end the year, right?

And as they say, all good things come to an end…… But screw that! You’ll be seeing a lot more of me throughout the year so be sure to follow, comment and possibly email me. Plus you could follow me on Twitter and shout out any time you want some more Alphabet Soup in your life.

All the best to you, and be safe now. BYE!!!


Hey Fufu gobblers. It’s me again and while I may not be holding a bag of treats in hand, I needed to come back in here with a game plan. Yes, a game plan.

Now, we left off with a peek into She Stoops to Conquer. During this week, we’ll have a look at two more of the scenes in act I. Then next week marks our traverse across the fourth to sixth act – And that’s how it’s gon’ be. Capische?

Alright I’m gonna try out my Italian mafia lord accent elsewhere while I read to myself. We shall continue next time as I stick to my promise of building consistency. So, Ciao Ciao!!!


Hello again my fearless eaters and monochromatic friends!!!

Yes, freely cut me off with some insults! Yes, be angry at how long I’ve been gone. I’ve been eating of a great many things that aren’t a delectable alphabet soup. And I’m sorry guys; seriously, I am. Social life, education and other things can get in the way of blogging ……

Not to mention exams. Yeeesh.

But to cut to the chase, I purposed to address you all to put my promise into writing. Knowing me, this is a big deal. Alphabet Soup don’t do promises on a normal basis, so this should show y’all I mean BIDNESS. Now, to talk about a related issue, a big bird told me (bless her avian heart) that the WASSCE groupings for Senior High Schools in Ghana had a very bad report for Literature in English. Very sad indeed, especially because the change in syllabus wasn’t delivered in a way that accomodated students or tailored to their needs.

The WAEC Council seems pretty self-assured on the basis that it happened to all students involved. And while I’m not going to be overtly critical, I am going to be honest and call out their callousness in dealing with students, their academic performance, wellbeing and grades. Nothing is in poorer taste than their incompetence and complacency.

It was also a wake up call for me. Right now, I need to up my game. I need to help you with what I know and strike while the iron is hot.

So I write this to you, to honour my commitment to you – God, this sounds a bit much – and build on my consistency. I repeat: to build on my consistency.

In the course of the week, I’ll post again to let you know how things are moving along and how we can contribute to success and growth in WASSCE Literature together !!!!!

Mwahahahaha ……

The evil laugh. Too soon, right?

Umm yeah, ok. Aside that, I’m going to keep you guys posted.

Later, fearless eaters!



Terrible Love and I’m Walking with Spiders

Just an interesting piece i thought I’d share

Gather Round Children

This week I’ve been reading up articles and interviews about The National in anticipation of High Violet, which comes out later this month but was, last week, streaming in its entirety on the New York Times page. First impression? Its’ fantastic. Not the loose pop album the band set out to make at all, High Violet is darker, murkier, and far more unsettling than Boxer or Alligator.

The NYT article that goes with the stream is pretty good too, at least when providing a window into the obsessive aesthetic sparring that went into the construction of the new record.

Less successful is author Nicholas Dawidoff’s interpretation of Matt Berninger’s lyric-writing process:

Matt carries around a notebook that he fills with fragments of language, single lines he invents like “terrible love and I’m walking with spiders.” “The challenge,” he says, “is to write the rest of a song…

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A Summary on She Stoops To Conquer

Alright, this is a first for me. The whole alternating between writing and typing up a whole post at a sitting. I’m more used to and prefer working it out on paper for a while – even days – before posting online. So I’m buzzing right now and trying to figure things out and make them as plain as possible.

What we have today is a short summary on the first scene in the first act of She Stoops To Conquer. Here we go again.

God, he looks ticked.

The scene opens up in the classic style, romantic walk shared between a man and wife ( Mr. and Mrs. Hardcastle ) into the chamber of their old-fashioned house. The play was first performed in London in 1773, so no mutants and zombies in post apocalyptic America for us. *sigh*

After a short discourse between them about how everyone follows the trend of going to town to let loose and look young and dressy and extravagant again, followed by a shift in subject to their marriage with a little flirtation, their son Tony charges onto the scene, in a rush to visit his friends “the Pigeons” at the alehouse ( that’s what we call a Drinks Bar in old, 17th century talk ). He came up in earlier conversation too ( speak of the devil, right? )

We see Mr. Hardcastle’s character unfold through his thoughts and same for his wife, in some ways. After Tony and his mother leave the scene Miss Kate Hardcastle, their daughter, comes in. She’s dressy and headstrong and you kinda get this empowerment and feminism vibe from her. Of course, as a father, Mr. Hardcastle tried to reason with her about her mode of dressing shortly before dropping a bomb on her. He was arranging a marriage between her and the son of one of his friends ( Mr. Marlow ) – without her knowing. I know what you’re thinking. And oh yes he did!! But after he told her he was intelligent, sophisticated, young, brave, very handsome and rich, she was totally down with it. Like if that was her supply as a human baby factory for life, she’d totally go for it. Except when he told her that he was reserved. She didn’t like the idea because she was confident and outspoken – but after a little more persuasion, she came back around ( Well, it’s more like she’s open-minded but still keeping her options open, y’know).

So Dad’s left the scene now. It’s just Kate and her thoughts. Then, as all girls have done since the dawning of time … She called her best friend over so they’d talk. Don’t act like you didn’t see that coming. We all saw that one coming. Constance Neville is her name ( Yup. Cute, isn’t it? Longbottom, anyone? #HarryPotterReference ).

They first check each other out and talk about how on fleek they were – Yas honey! – before the question of “Are you alright?” and others such came up – in Victorian English of course. What followed was talk about relationship issues.

We find out that Neville is crushing hard on Kate’s suitor’s best friend since forever, and is not interested in marrying Kate’s brother, whom Mrs. Hardcastle is grooming Neville for. Just read the play. There’s something unruly about Tony, I’d say. Neville doesn’t truly like him either. At all. Page 6 says it all. Looks like Miss Harcastle wants her grubby little hands on Neville’s wealth – or maybe a share in it – through her son’s marriage to her. She’s in custody of Neville’s jewels which she will hand over only if Neville marries her son. Bitch maybe??

Yeah, like totally!! Weird shit was going down in the 1700s

The scene ends with them complaining of their afternoon walk they’d have to take with Miss Hardcastle after the bell is sounded. And the adventure continues.

Well that was fun, wasn’t it? I thought it was… How about you? Was there anything you saw differently in the play? Anything I might have overlooked? Feel free to share in the comments, email me or subscribe to the blog, you alphabet soup loving fearless eater, you. I’ll be back real soon. Chao Chao!




Let me start off by saying to myself in a very Miranda Hart fashion, congrats for diversifying this shit, good ol’ chum … *smiley face*. There’s another part of the multi-faceted clockwork monster that is our Literature syllabus and we are slowly going to break into those areas and soon, staring with non-African drama. Don’t worry, we’ll re-visit African poetry again as per my discoveries and your inquisition.

Lazy shits

Sorry, what was that, you might ask?

Nothing, reader. Certainly not a passive-aggressive statement uttered under my breath. So …

The drama we’ll be engorging ourselves with (what a word! ENGORGING) is She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. No? Doesn’t matter – moving on anyways.

We’re going to have such fun looking at this wonderful literary adventure (Well, staying positive never killed anyone). In the course of the week, we’ll rush into things so get your notebooks, teachers and internet ready. We’ve got some alphabet soup binging to do! Chao Chao!