Thursday, 18 August 2016

THE NOVEL

 THE NOVEL


The novel is a lengthy work of prose fiction. Today we are examining the different types of novel.

1.       The picaresque novel:  This novel originated in Spain in the 16th century. The word “picaresque” is from the Spanish word “picaresca” which is from “picaro” which means “rogue”. The picaresque novel explores the adventures of a hero or heroine who is roguish  and usually of a low social class who succeeds due to his or her intelligence in a corrupt world.  The novel is usually satirical and is a comedy.

2.       The magical realism:  This novel is usually common in Latin American literature. This novel is also called “marvelous realism.”  This type of literature reflects unreal supernatural actions and depicts magical experiences in a real world. Strange occurrences take place in the novel that are above human and natural influences.

3.       The short story: This is a work of prose fiction which is not lengthy like the novel. It originates from the oral tradition of story telling. Most short stories teach morals and do not prolong action. Actions and events are short and the plot is not usually complex. The story usually starts close to the climax and ends abruptly. The resolution phase follows immediately after the climax and is short.

4.       The political novel:  This novel depicts political events and criticizes political events in a society which might be fictitious or non fictitious. This novel is usually satirical and seeks to correct political misconceptions and ills in the society.

5.       The novelette: This is also called “novella.”  It is a work of prose fiction that is not as short as the ‘short story’ and not as long as the ‘novel.’ It is usually a comedy, romantic and trivial.

6.       The bildungsroman novel:  This is a ‘coming-of-age’ novel. This novel portrays the psychological, physical and moral growth of the protagonist. A gradual change in character is the main point that distinguishes the novel.  
  
7.       The psychological novel: This type of novel places much emphasis on “interior characterization, motives, circumstances, and internal action which springs from and develops external action.”

8.       The sociological novel: It is also known as the ‘Social protest novel.’ In this novel, a social issue is addressed and criticized. It is usually created as a means for propaganda. 

9.       The epistolary novel: This novel is usually written in “letter form.” It usually seems real and might compel a reader into believing that it is non-fictitious. Other forms of the epistolary novels are diary entries, newspapers, e-mails, blogs,etc.

10.   The gothic novel: This novel mixes death, romance and horror to create a story.  It creates terror and fear in the readers’ mind. It was produced in England in the 18th century first. The first gothic novel is The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole.

11.   The historical novel:  This type of novel has its geographical setting and time setting in the past. The most important thing about this novel is that it is set in the past and portrays the events and actions that took place at that period.

12.   The science fiction novel: This is the type of prose fiction which portrays imaginations and ideologies involving science and technology like time travel, space travel, universes, life in other planets, and science innovations, etc. It also depicts fantasy, and supernatural.

13.   Flash fiction: A very brief story. It is much shorter than the “short story.” It is usually a story of 1000 or fewer words. It is also called “micro fiction or postcard fiction.”

14.   Legal fiction:  According to Wikipedia, it is a novel which allows the “Court to ignore a fact that would prevent it from exercising its jurisdictions by simply assuming that the fact is different.”


15.   Proletarian novel:  This is a revolutionary type of novel which is created by the communist party usually. It depicts the lives of the grass root, manual working class individuals in a society. It is the novel written by the proletariats, about the proletariats and for the proletariats.

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

STORY SERIES

A SHATTERED LIFE-1 by Ada RuChi 

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      Five months after his mother's burial, he came home and found his brothers arguing hotly. After a while, he was told that they were arguing on what to do with their mother's properties. He was shocked and pleaded that the mother's properties should not be a cause of division in the family but his brothers ignored him and left the house swearing never to return except the father leaves the house and gives the money their mother had to them.
      His father brought home a woman one rainy evening and introduced her to Emmanuel as his "fiancee." Emmanuel had never been so angry in his life, he hated the woman instantly and swore to make life uncomfortable for her. For a week, he and his father said nothing to each other and the woman quickly occupied every space in the house. She even demanded that Emmanuel should refer to her as mother which he rejected vehemently. He was unhappy, frustrated and hurt but suddenly his life had to adjust to the beginning of a NIGHTMARE. 
     The woman began to abuse him physically and sexually. At nights when his father was out, he had to clean up, eat and lie with her in bed. The woman starved him and when he refused to have sex with her, she burnt his arm with a gas cooker. He began to conceive ways to commit suicide, he tried to run away but had no where to run to so he always came back. He was frightened and even had to quit school after he fell from a three storey building when the woman tried to make him hold her hand. Emmanuel was hospitalized and he confided in me, he pleaded with me to tell the doctor to kill him which will save him from the embarrassment and pain he was passing through. I held his hand and pleaded with him to live and he finally agreed to give life another 'shot.'
       After he was discharged from the hospital, he was sent to live with his brother in another part of Calabar. He changed his school and started to build his shattered life slowly. He joined a Basket ball team and started attending church services regularly. He met new friends who had heard his story in bits from people and they encouraged him to go for professional therapy and start a new and happy life. Again all his hopes were dashed as his brother took him back to stay with the woman in their father's house.
     The day he moved in to stay with the woman started with a fight and she stabbed him on his leg with a knife. He was immediately rushed to a Chemist store where the wound was cleaned and covered. He lay outside that night and thought about the days before his mother's death and how everyday gets tougher for him after her death. He slept off with tears running down his cheeks and his mother's rosary tightly pressed to his chest.
     When I asked him to remain in his father's house after the father and the woman ended their relationship,he replied, "I have had enough for one year. I would be going back to Akwa Ibom State for assistance and I want to be close to where my mother lies."
      The last time we spoke, Emmanuel told me that he believes that someday he would recover from his emotional wounds. He believes that someday, somebody would give him the love his mother gave him and that someday, he would see his mother again. He believes that one day, those that tortured him would feel the pain that he has felt and would cry more than he ever cried. He believes that his shattered life would someday be repackaged in a better and brighter way and that he would find happiness and joy. He believes that his family would one day be united and the troubles would end.
     I cried bitterly as he told me this story and I believe also that someday, he would be really happy and would feel the love his mother had for him again. I believe that someday his emotional trauma would end, his wounds would heal and he would live a better life in a better world.

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

STORY SERIES

A SHATTERED LIFE-1 by Ada RuChi


     Emmanuel Eno Ekok was born on the 29th of December, 1997 in Calabar. He is the fifth boy in the family. He grew up in Uyo, Akwa Ibom State in Nigeria. He is the son of Captain Frank Ekok and Late (Mrs.) Kate Ekok. He is slim, light skinned and very funny. He is lively, very handsome and very brilliant.
     The 1st of January, 2015 has become very memorable to him, not because it was the beginning of a new year  but because he lost his mother at 10:38am. 
     The 31st of December 2014 was like the end of every other year for him and he traveled to his village in Akwa Ibom State leaving his mother and four brothers in Calabar. His father had traveled to Kaduna a week earlier and he looked forward to a new happy year. His mother was hale and sound when he left for the village so the news of her death shocked him.
      It was noon when he returned to Calabar and met his brothers and a host of friends and relations mourning. He looked on in shock and disbelief as his mother's body was put in an ambulance. He could only whisper "mother! mother!!" He wished he had said "goodbye," he wept more because he was unable to tell her "Thank you" and "I love you mother." He locked himself in their kitchen and hugged her photograph through out the night. His brothers tried severally to break the door and pull him out but it was not possible. He had never felt a pain so strong, he had never lost a person so dear. His mother was his personal friend, his confident, his burden bearer and his care-taker.
      The next morning, on the 2nd of January, 2015, his brothers traveled back to Rivers State and he was left alone to explain to the visitors and friends what he heard was the cause of his mother's death. With each visitor's coming, he re-counted the story of her death and the wound in his heart widened, he felt the pain of her death more when it was evening and he was left alone. He wept incessantly for 6 hours and pleaded with death to bring his mother back to him. He screamed and asked severally "Can't I see her again, just this once, just once and I will be satisfied!" He rolled on the floor, slapped his head and tore his shirt. He folded his body on the floor and thought of the days before her death. He thought of her voice calling him, he missed her scent, her presence and her hugs. He held her rosary close to his chest and slept.
      His father came back home a month after his mother's death and was shocked to see his son looking more dead than alive. He immediately sent Emmanuel to his cousins in Akwa Ibom State but he grew worse. He became withdrawn, refused to eat, sleep, or bath. He stared into space without blinking for almost a week before his aunt had to rush him to the hospital where he was given a sedative and some anti depressants.
     At the end of the March, he traveled back to Calabar to join in the arrangements for his mother's burial. His grief lessened when his mother's sister told him that his mother had appeared to her and sent her to tell him to be strong for her as her favorite child. The mass for her funeral held on Saturday 13th March at St. Clement Catholic Church, Airport Road, Calabar. As he approached her coffin, hot tears ran down his cheeks and he said "Mother, I miss you! I love you! Thank you for everything you ever did for me! Pray for me and guide my spirit!" He immediately entered the ambulance heading to his village with his mother's corpse. He could not glance back to look at her face, he could not yet believe that she was dead.
    During his mother's burial, he kept looking at her coffin praying that she would rise up and all would be a joke. As her body was lowered into the grave, tears ran down his cheeks and he walked away, he tried to detach himself from reality but he realized that his dear mother will forever be beneath the soil and his life would have to go on never the same. His cousins held him trying to console him but he could never be consoled.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Monday, 15 August 2016

CREATING A NEW WORLD WITH BOOKS

  CREATING A NEW WORLD WITH BOOKS
       

        Writing in this present times is not valued as much as it was in the medieval periods. Literary creativity is sinking in a world where fashion, selfies, music and parties are sailing with pride. Humans prefer the quick way to entertainment which does not stimulate the brain to think, they enjoy the couch entertainment where brainstorming and creativity is least appreciated.
       The reading culture is fast fading and the need for creativity is almost non-existent. Readers are Leaders and Writers are 'creators' was previously preached but not anymore. Our preachers are also caught the sins of 'fashion,selfies,music and parties.' In our present era, even sign boards are not read except they have catchy photos and pretty models who can arrest the attention of the people. This is not the right way ofcourse! Why should our society become so terribly uneducated and redundant because of the departure from the reading culture? How many students really read to know and not to pass examinations? Even lecturers and teachers have been caught in the web of 'reading to teach and not to know'. No wonder many teachers avoid going to classes and when they teach, the end up confused or thrown off balance by simple questions asked by few creative students who readers.
      Many elders encourage the younger generation to imbibe the reading culture but fail to be examples as they hardly open newspapers or magazines. Where are the Writers of this generation? The books we see in the markets contain little and are meaningless repetitions of the past books. Where are the Readers? The library shelves are covered in dust and the chairs moan from having few users.
     Let us rise together and create A NEW WORLD WHERE BOOKS LEAD AND READERS ARE LEADERS! Is that too difficult to achieve?

Sunday, 14 August 2016

INSPIRATION

ADVICE


      When people misplace their priorities, they seek for where to place their blames which is very unfortunate. To fail to plan is to plan to fail and to strike when the iron is hot is to solve your problems when it is early. Fate can change when it is early and grief can only come after uncontrolled fun. It is better to work in the day because when it is night good would be out of sight and even might would fail. Worse, when it is too late no matter how tight you hold unto destiny, you would slip. There are many routes to failure and only one way to success. The one way to success is GOD!

Saturday, 13 August 2016

PHOTO SPEAKS

Pictures speak for themselves!!! Happy Saturday to all my readers!!!

THE SETTING SUN




Wednesday, 10 August 2016

POETRY: NIGERIA

NIGERIA by Ada RuChi


Nigeria, oh Naija!!!
The land of unending power cuts
The land where NEPA is more popular than celebrities
The land of bad federal roads
The land of "ajekpako" and "ajebutter"
The land of "lekpa" and "orobo"
The land of flooding in the desert areas
The land where beaches become holy grounds
The land where joy is in the names of food
The land where pidgin is our second language
The land where a man can get rich in three months through music
The land of delicacies and home made drinks
The land where streets are named after rich men
The land we pop water shouting "pop champagne!"
The land where lightening is a novice when ASUU strikes
The land of diverse dances and colouful attires
The land where powder is used to celebrate and kolanut is used to welcome guests
The land where "Aba" means business and "Warri" means money
The land where boys drink Alomo with yoghurt
The land where girls wear fake hips and fake hair and claim that they are "real"
The land where Yoruba boys are called cheats and Igbo boys are called rich
The land of respect for elders
Our lovely, crazy and yet wonderful Naija!!!
I LOVE NIGERIA