Who is Wole Soyinka

Akinwande Oluwole Babatunde Soyinka (Yoruba: Akínwándé Olúwọlé Babátúndé Ṣóyíinká; born 13 July 1934), known as Wole Soyinka (pronounced [wɔlé ʃójĩnká]), is a Nigerian playwright, novelist, poet, and essayist in the English language. He was awarded the 1986 Nobel Prize in Literature, for "in a wide cultural perspective and with poetic overtones fashionning the drama of existence." the first sub-Saharan African to be honoured in that category.

Soyinka was born into a Yoruba family in Abeokuta. In 1954, he attended Government College in Ibadan, and subsequently University College Ibadan and the University of Leeds in England. After studying in Nigeria and the UK, he worked with the Royal Court Theatre in London. He went on to write plays that were produced in bo...
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Kehindeasamu: hope professor wole soyinka would publish a book on what is going on in nigeria now. the title of the book may be: ' the judge on the wheelchair'. or.....................
Tsadedara: like i rate babs fafunwa, phd more than wole soyinka phd. in which you may not agree if you are a poet.
Chikaonyenezi: “the fault, of course, is not in religion, but in the fanatic of every religion." - wole soyinka
Pengpappi_xo: my use of english language is bad, i know that right, but the truth of this is that dangote can't speak better than me, and wole soyinka can speak more better than dangote, i'm still looking for bill gate in wole soyinka's son/daughter wedding picture.
Kingakporsbaba: nigeria is the only country where professors rig elections for politicians but expel students for examination malpractice —prof. wole soyinka
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Her Name Liberty
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I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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