Waec Literature in English 2009 Past Questions and Answers

Question 26:

• WAEC 2009

Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The poem is about

A. War
B. Dirt
C. Travelling
D. Prison life

Question 27:

• WAEC 2009

Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The imagery in the first four lines is predominantly

A. Agricultural
B. Military
C. Political
D. Social

Question 28:

• WAEC 2009

''....a thousand miles'' is an example of

A. Hyperbole
B. Irony
C. Antithesis
D. Epigram

Question 29:

• WAEC 2009

Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The poem is written in

A. Blank verse
B. Pentameter
C. Free verse
D. Trochee

Question 30:

• WAEC 2009

Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The impression created of the persona is one of

A. Anger
B. Competitiveness
C. Reconciliation
D. Resignation