KATIPUNAN NATIONAL HIGH SCHOOL

Brgy. Uno, Katipunan, Zamboanga del Norte

NAME: ________________________GRADE & SEC: _____________

LAS No. 7
Lesson Title : IDENTIFY REPRESENTATIVE TEXT AND AUTHOR FROM
WEST AFRICA.

Learning Competency: Writing a close analysis and critical interpretation of literary

texts, applying a reading approach, and doing an adaptation of these, require from the
learner the ability to identify: representative texts and authors from Asia, North
America, Europe, Latin America, and Africa .

CONCEPT NOTES:

“Ogbewe Amadin hails from the city of Benin in Nigeria. He is a student of

Chemistry at the University of Benin. He is a lover of epic fantasy, sarcasm, sitcoms,
and sci fi.

"Riddle"
By: Ogbewe Amadin

I think Aunty Adesuwa is a witch. Mama says so sometimes.

“What is a witch?” I asked Mama once.
“A witch is an unusual person. They are different from normal people,” Mama told
me.
“People call me different. Am I a witch too?” I asked.
“Idara, you are not a witch, okay?!” Mama said. “You are a kind and sweet little girl
and when I’m done with you, you will be a strong, independent woman,” she told me,
holding my arms as she looked into my eyes, smiling. I smiled too.
“A witch can never be these things,” she said. “A witch is a paranormal creature that
lives between the shadows cast by daylight. They traverse the infinities of a heartbeat,
they sail in seas of dreams… they manipulate nature.”
I couldn’t understand Mama. It seemed to me that witches did wonderful things.
“Above all else, a witch is evil. Evil for a witch is its own reward,” she finished. I
knew it must be true because Mama never lied.
I wondered if Aunty Adesuwa was all these things. I think it was that day my hatred
for witches began to take root. I hated how they perverted a thing that would otherwise
have been beautiful. I didn’t know why Mama or anyone hadn’t stopped Aunty
Adesuwa and I didn’t care to know. I would stop her myself.
I once saw Aunty Adesuwa eavesdropping on my mother and two of her friends. I
didn’t know how to signal Mama without her seeing me. My palms became sweaty and
my breathing difficult.
“We all know Adesuwa killed her ex-husband’s illegitimate child,” Aunty Bisi, one of
Mama’s friends said. She probably thought she was whispering. She wasn’t. Aunty Bisi
always complained about my clothing to my mom. She had a big nose. I didn’t like her.
As I stood paralyzed by fear, Aunty Adesuwa burst into the meeting. She was all tears
and fury.
“I loved that child!” she screamed. Mama and her friends stared open-mouthed at
her.
“Am I the cancer that afflicted him?” she asked. “You’re all typical weak women! You
judge me for leaving a man who was perpetually unfaithful. You judge me for doing
well for myself without his help. You blame me for his misfortunes. You blame me for
the death of a child whom I loved regardless of the manner of his conception.”
While she talked I felt it resonating in my bones. My blood seemed to heat up in my
veins as if her words scorched my insides. I wondered if Mama and her friends felt this
strangeness. They didn’t seem to.
“God will judge all of you” Aunty Adesuwa said finally, walking away. Days later, I
still pondered her words.
It was a sunny day, two weeks after Aunty Adesuwa’s tirade. I hid in the bushes by
her house. Aunty Bisi had come down with a fever. Mama had sent me to give her and
her big nose the medicinal pepper soup. I had subliminally taken a route that went past
Aunty Adesuwa’s house when I saw her calling to a teenage boy. He was new in the
village. His bicycle seemed worn out. I watched as she offered him a steaming plate of
jollof rice and chilled Fanta. I saw a grin split his face. Generally, we were not very
hospitable to strangers in our village. Even Mama was downright awful to them. I
pondered this as I went to give Aunty Big Nose her pepper soup.
Three weeks later I sneaked out of my house at midnight. Mama was sleeping like a
log. She had been helping her only friend other than Aunty Bisi, Aunty Uwa with the
burial of her son. He had accidently ridden his bicycle off a cliff the day he came
visiting from the neighboring village. I wish I had known him.
I walked to Aunty Adesuwa’s house. I had to see the witch in her element. It still
pained me that such a fascinating and wondrous thing as magic was used for evil. I hid
in the darkness watching aunty Adesuwa’s house. It was hours before I heard her back
door opening. I ran on tip toes to the backyard. I saw Aunty Adesuwa, naked as her
name day, striding into the forest. I followed her. It was a long walk. Finally she
stepped into a moonlit clearing. As I watched her, I felt a migraine that blurred my
sight. In the place where Aunty Adesuwa should have been, there was instead the body
of a very large cat with her head still human. Her glowing eyes were looking right at my
hidden position in the bushes.
“Idara,” she hissed.
My heart pounded violently. My whole body shook with trepidation. I steadied
myself as best as I could and stepped out with Mama’s kitchen knife clutched in my
trembling hands.
“I hate you,” I said.
“Why?” she purred innocently.
“‘Cause you’re evil,” I said.
“Are you certain?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, nodding to myself. Mama had told me witches were evil. She had also
said Aunty Adesuwa was a witch. Therefore, Aunty Adesuwa was evil.
“I know you’ve been watching, Idara. Your mother taught you better than to jump to
conclusions,” she chided.
“Consider the facts,” she said. It was something Mama always said to me that helped
me solve riddles.
“The riddle of witches?” I asked
”The riddle of my witchcraft,” she replied.
I pondered thoughts I had kept in the deep recesses of my mind. I was sure witches
were evil because Mama never lied. I was sure Aunty Adesuwa was a witch after seeing
her transformation but was I sure Aunty Adesuwa was evil?
Aunty Adesuwa had been kind and sweet to the stranger with the bicycle. She had
loved her stepson. She had also shown her strength and independence by leaving her
cheating husband and thriving without him. She was also a witch. This was my
confusion.
Mama said a witch could never be these things.
“Things not adding up, yes?” she asked, amused by my consternation.
It hit me. Aunty Adesuwa must be a good witch. They actually existed! The
realization rekindled a forgotten hope of mine.
“Will you teach me to be a good witch like you?” I asked her.
She purred contentedly. She seemed to have anticipated my response. I suppose I
should have been scared. I wasn’t.
“Yes, sweet child. I will teach you to be a witch… just like me,” she said, her tail
swinging leisurely behind her.
“Thank you, Aunty,” I said.
She stalked away into the deep foliage gesturing me to follow with her tail.
As I followed, I thought of Mama. Mama never lied but she was human. She could
make mistakes. She didn’t know about good witches. I thought about how I would
make her proud. I would show her the beauty I had only ever seen in my sea of dreams.

Directions: Read the questions below and encircle the letter for your
answer.

1. How does Idara’s attitude toward witchcraft change throughout the

story?
A. In the beginning, she is fascinated by the idea of witches, but influenced by her
mother and some of her friends, she comes to believe that all witches are evil.
B. In the beginning, she is repelled by the idea of witches. Later, she begins to
believe that some witches can be good, like her Aunt Bisi.
C. In the beginning, she believes that all witches are evil. This is later confirmed
when she sees her Aunt Adusewa transform into a cat-like creature.
D. In the beginning, she was fascinated by witches, but influenced by her mother's
group, she wonders how witches can use their power for evil. Later, she decides
that some witches can be good, like her Aunt Adusewa

2. Which quote below suggests that Idara is conflicted in her feelings

toward her Aunt Adusewa?
A. I once saw Aunty Adesuwa eavesdropping on my mother and two of her friends. I
didn’t know how to signal Mama without her seeing me.
B. While she talked I felt it resonating in my bones. My blood seemed to heat up in
my veins as if her words scorched my insides. I wondered if Mama and her
friends felt this strangeness.
C. “I hate you,” I said.
D. As I watched her, I felt a migraine that blurred my sight. In the place where
Aunty Adesuwa should have been, there was instead the body of a very large cat
with her head still human.

3. What quote below reveals the way that Idara’s mother influenced her
attitude toward witches?
A. It seemed to me that witches did wonderful things.
B. I hated how they perverted a thing that would otherwise have been beautiful.
C. “People call me different. Am I a witch too?” I asked.
D. Aunty Adesuwa had been kind and sweet to the stranger with the bicycle. She had
loved her stepson. She had also shown her strength and independence by leaving
her cheating husband and thriving without him. She was also a witch. This was
my confusion.
 
4. What riddle does the story present?
A. on what beach should the survivors of a shipwreck be buried
B. how Mama could lie
C. how Aunt Adesuwa killed her ex-husband’s illegitimate child
D. how “such a fascinating and wondrous thing as magic was used for evil”
5. What is the meaning of tirade in the phrase below?
...two weeks after Aunty Adesuwa’s tirade.
A. an exchange of goods
B. an encouraging speech
C. a long, angry speech
D. a series of specific directions
LAS No. 8
Lesson Title : CREATIVE LITERARY REPRESENTATION THROUGH
DOODLE FICTION

Learning Competency: Writing a close analysis and critical interpretation of literary

texts, applying a reading approach, and doing an adaptation of these, require from the
learner the ability to identify: representative texts and authors from Asia, North
America, Europe, Latin America, and Africa
(Produce a creative representation of a literary text through doodle fiction.)

CONCEPT NOTES:

Crafting a Doodle Fiction as a Creative Literary Representation

Doodle Fiction incorporates handwritten graphics in telling the story, it is a

literary presentation where the author incorporates doodle drawings and hand
written graphics in place of traditional font. Drawings enhance the story, often
adding humorous elements that would be missing if the illustrations were omitted.

Directions: Based on the text, the “RIDDLE”, create a doodle fiction as your
creative literary representation. Use extra sheets for your answer. Please don’t forget
to write your name on it.

Prepared by:

SOFIA T. YGOÑA ROTCHIE R. DAPITON FELLYN JANE T. CABALIDA

Teacher II Teacher I Teacher II

Checked by:

JAYSON A. DAPITON Approved by:

Master Teacher I
ARNULFO G. SUBEBE EMD
School Principal IV