http://localhost:8080/xmlui/handle/123456789/78 Published Book from the department. 2026-04-05T19:37:25Z http://localhost:8080/xmlui/handle/123456789/2205 The Critical Imagination In African Literature JOHNSON, Dul Politics can be defined not only as that profession devoted to govern¬ing affairs or opinions about politics but also as the understanding of the prevailing social order that regulates or shapes the writer's world, and his conscious efforts to positively influence it. We define history in the traditional sense, as a record of events of the past, whether the records are written or oral, although we do not see it as something locked in the past. The interplay between politics and history is what determines social structures of every society, and what gives direction to its future... johnsondul@gmail.com 2015-01-01T00:00:00Z http://localhost:8080/xmlui/handle/123456789/1666 WHEN DREAMS BURN... JOHNSON, Dul JANFA DID NOT GO OUT every night as his father did. On many nights his father slipped out while he was deep in sleep. He did not know whether it was to urinate or for some other reason. When he asked, his father said that elderly men emptied their bladders every night and sometimes more than once. “Why, Father?” ‘You will know the reason when you get to my age.” That ended the matter. But any day he was pressed, his father accompanied him— the invincible protector over his little boy. He started sharing his father’s bed from the time he could speak. They had many conversations and his father told him many stories. Many of the conversations and stories faded away as he grew up, but many things that happened stuck with him. One night when he was four, his bladder was full and they came out. The moon, a bright and perfect circle, lit up the ground, making the night look like day. johnsondul@gmail.com 2023-01-01T00:00:00Z http://localhost:8080/xmlui/handle/123456789/1664 MELANCHOLIA JOHNSON, Dul It is early in the morning. The living room of DANGIWA, obviously a politician. The number of posters and calendars that adorn the walls of the parlour, mostly outdated, announce this. Enter MUMUDE BAWA, a middle-aged man, extravagantly dressed. At the announcement of his arrival at the door, we hear the shuffling of feet and other noises from within. Mumude looks at the chairs, undecided on which to sit in. Dangiwa shuffles into the parlour from an interior door and points to a chair. It is obvious to Mumude that his host has been dressing up. There is discomfort on Mumude's face, but more in his voice even as he tries to put his host's mind at rest. Dangiwa is temporarily speechless. johnsondul@gmail.com 2018-01-01T00:00:00Z http://localhost:8080/xmlui/handle/123456789/1662 Deeper into the Night JOHNSON, Dul The sharp cry of a baby jolted Old Gwangtim from his sleep-wake state in which he had been for hours. He rose slowly to a sitting position and listened. A second cry came. It was sharper than the first, and then a third; sharper still. He staggered out of his sleeping hut and met Nimfa who was returning from the backyard, where Mamya had just delivered herself of the baby. johnsondul@gmail.com 2014-01-01T00:00:00Z