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!!!

Terrible Love and I’m Walking with Spiders

Just an interesting piece i thought I’d share

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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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The Themes in Vanity

After all the while of regrouping and reading, we’re back to discussing Vanity again. Yaay! Although that’s all we’ve been looking at and you’re sick of it, you’ll have to suck it up.

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OK ….Well, whatever.

Cuz we’ll be doing a whole lot more and changing it up over time. Today, the focus is on its themes  of the effects of Karma, failure to appreciate what you have till it’s gone and a few others. The insinuations and connotations are widespread.

The effects of Karma or the guilt it brings is as prominent in the poem as meat in a bowl of chop bar fufu ( puts a reminder in calendar to visit a chop bar later ). The third stanza significantly portrays how the new generation mock and ignore the older generation just as the cycle occurred with their ancestors. The guilt creeps in with the memory of the deceased, as well as the knowledge that the old generation had once turned a deaf ear to their elders’ advice. Karma is also buttressed in the last stanza – and my, my … What a bitch!

And since we did not understand our dead

Since we have never listened to their cries

If we weep, gently, gently

If we cry roughly of our torments

What heart will listen to our clamouring,

What ear to our sobbing hearts?

Uuuum. Ok awkward.

The personas have come to realize that despite their pleas and admonishment, the past has caught up with them. The new generation will learn only when it’s too late, just as it happened in the past where the ‘dead’ were not understood and were never heard.

Another strong theme here is the failure to appreciate what one has until it’s gone. Yes, apparently that overused drivel is here too. Go figure.   The personas had the chance to listen to whatever their elders and ancestors had to say, but the opportunity passed when they died and took their nuggets of wisdom with them. Forever! It seems, in their regret, they took it upon themselves to pass on the information they took for granted as a means to redeem themselves. Ironically, the chance to have the young ones to pay attention and listen to them has long passed as well. This is evident in the sad, opening lines of the poetry – to name a few.

If we tell, gently, gently

All that we shall one day have to tell,

Who then will hear our voices without laughter,

Geez, talk about melancholy and bleak! Next theme, please!!!

The apathy of the modern generation is another resounding theme. As sick as we all get of hearing from old people that we don’t listen, the personas are old people . . . Putting one and two together now? The ‘unworthy Sons’ and ‘big children’ are in no mood to give any flying fucks about what the personas have to offer in terms of wisdom. They’re too busy laughing and poking fun and tormenting them.

In all the stanzas, it is made clear that no one is going to listen to the personas and the children are shoved into the spotlight for the craven, nonchalant, reckless and depraved generation they are, upon whom God shall sick the apocalypse . . . . *sigh. I can’t even.*

AND NOW, THE THEME YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. The abandonment of the old generation by the modern generations. Isn’t that classic? African poets seem to have this superiority complex that translates into their personas giving off elitist know-all-about-my-culture vibes – or is it just me?

Maybe the old generation talked about history, custom, value and culture? Maybe they structured healthy or unhealthy models of life in society, progressive or not?

All in all, time is working fast and hard against them in their bid to reserve their ancestry and that of those before them, before finally meeting their maker. Talk about a late life crisis. The personas are reminded of their dead whose ‘signs’ and legacies are traced in several places and how they made nothing of it. The fear of abandonment is heavy.

They have left on the earth their cries,

In the air, on the water, where they have traced their signs

For us, blind deaf and unworthy Sons

Who see nothing of what they have made

In the air, on the water, where they have traced their signs.

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They should really lighten up and let go. And they’re old! The stress would be horrible for their wrinkles.

The poetry is quite dark with subject matters of apathy, despair, mockery and neglect. It shouts a message of not abandoning your roots and sticking to your values. A truly touching and – in a sense – poignant work of art, if you may. But that’s that for now. Enjoy your literature and Alphabet soup. And till the next time, keep learning and loving you and being you! Cuz you’re awesome. You already know that, right?

More posts coming soon. Chao Chao!


Friendly Tips on Analyzing Literature

Hello hello and hello again all you sexy motherfuckers. This is supposed to be a nice little short so I can be out of your hair till next week, when I’ll go over a long awaited poem.

Back to what I was supposed to be talking about. We’re looking at ways of analyzing literature, namely poetry, in this post. We’ll see a few things that can really make time used in deconstructing and understanding a poem more fruitful with less headaches and anxiety. I’m sure we all know the insanity of understanding what in God’s green earth the poet means by saying “The cow in my heart pumped its milk into my mind”.

I’m sure we’ve all felt like this at one point or another. Since I’m from the future, let me make the struggle easier for you :-). Read on …

Here are some things that should help you:

  1. Lose the fear blocking your mind, by clearing it out – I’m going to drop a knowledge bomb here. Some studies have shown that students with exams or test anxiety can release stress by writing it down on paper to address what they feel before writing their test. Now, I know it sounds totally foreign and unlike yourself. I’ve actually done this before but not in an exam room because I already dealt with most of my baggage before entering the room – and not as often either or in the exact way described. But if you’ve started work already and half an hour goes by and you find your brain wondering, you may not end up writing much of what’s bothering you. But what’s important is bringing your mind back home to address what’s in front of you and clear out the unnecessary stuff so there’s enough space for the poem. No more fears. Free your mind.
  2. Want to read the poem AKA getting in the mood. Y’know, whatever turns you on. Literaturally 😉                                                                                                               Sorry guys, you’ll have to figure that one out.
  3. Prepare to read the godforsaken poem. Find a nice, quiet or loud spot, or somewhere in between – whatever suits you best. Sit or stand in a way that’s both comfortable and healthy for you and have short 2-5 minute rests after about 10-20 minutes of consistent work. Get your notepad or book or laptop out if you want to write down and record anything you get from the poem and/or anything that intrigues you about it.

Now that you’ve done all that, you can begin reading through, preferably aloud so you can hear yourself. Read through twice or more. Feel free to note stuff down. If you think you need a booster, then find the time later to read aloud to a more adept student or your teacher. Afterwards, start thinking about what the poet is trying to portray. Look at the poem and keep on examining what you believe it’s trying to put across based on what you’ve read. That’s right… Just like that.

Ok that was a nice warm up. Yes, you heard me. Remember though, Literature is your sugar pie honey bunch. Your companion. If you’re going to approach it beefing and hating and reeling, things will only get complicated and ugly cuz y’all don’t wanna sort your asses out.

After you’ve gotten comfortable and managed to do your readings, that’s where more of paper and pen ( or insert fancy technology here ) come in. Sure paper to pen may be old school to some of you. Nevertheless …


In your notebook! If you’ve bought a textbook and reading material, don’t be scared to write into it too. It’s your stuff and you know what works for you better than anybody else.374

Like I said, I’d post snippets later this week and I stuck to it. Yaay me! This post is quite short but there will be more in store. So come on by next week, don’t be shy at all. I’ll be here writing and being the awesomesauce alphabet soup I am. There will be more things to learn about analyzing literature later. Information is loading. Until then, get some sleep you knowledge hungry devil, you. 🙂

Bye bye now.