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Telephone Conversation

This poem is a satirical conversation between a black prospective tenant and a white landlady. The caller is initially pleased with the house details but discloses he is black, fearing racial bias. The landlady's demeanor then changes, revealing her prejudice in questioning his skin color uncomfortably. He responds with ironic descriptions of his multicolored skin to highlight her hypocrisy. The poem critiques the racial discrimination of the time through this uncomfortable phone call that exposes the landlady's prejudice.

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Telephone Conversation

This poem is a satirical conversation between a black prospective tenant and a white landlady. The caller is initially pleased with the house details but discloses he is black, fearing racial bias. The landlady's demeanor then changes, revealing her prejudice in questioning his skin color uncomfortably. He responds with ironic descriptions of his multicolored skin to highlight her hypocrisy. The poem critiques the racial discrimination of the time through this uncomfortable phone call that exposes the landlady's prejudice.

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Telephone

Conversation
By
Wole Soyinka
WOLE SOYINKA
Wole Soyinka , a Nigerian
poet was born in 1934.He
was awarded Nobel Prize
in Literature in 1986.He
was the first African to be
awarded in that category.
He was described as one
"who in a wide cultural
perspective and with poetic
overtones fashions the
drama of existence".
About The Poem
1. The poem is a poetic satire on racism.
2. It is a telephone conversation between a White landlady
and a prospective Black tenant.
3. Racial bias and colour prejudice of the landlady and
controlled anger of the tenant has been highlighted.
4. The caller was happy with the location of the house and the
rent, however he had to disclose that he was a black man
so that he would not waste a journey.
5. The poem satirizes the hypocrisy of the white woman who
is dumbstruck when she comes to know.
1. Silence. Silenced transmission of
Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled
Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was, foully
The landlady seems foolish when she asks him to describe the colour
of his skin. The caller feels insulted and being a victim of racial
prejudice hits back by giving details of his skin. But the lady is unaware
of the irony hangs up the phone.
HOW DARK? . . . I had not misheard . . . ARE YOU LIGHT
OR VERY DARK? Button B. Button A. Stench
Of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak.
Red booth. Red pillar-box. Red double-tiered
Omnibus squelching tar. It was real! Shamed
By ill-mannered silence, surrender
Pushed dumbfoundment to beg simplification.
Considerate she was, varying the emphasis
ARE YOU DARK? OR VERY LIGHT? Revelation came.
You meanlike plain or milk chocolate?
The satire on the good breeding and mannerisms of the lady is very
striking and the retort of the caller id equally remarkable.
Contnd.
Her assent was clinical, crushing in its light
Impersonality. Rapidly, wavelength adjusted,
I chose. West African sepiaand as an afterthought,
Down in my passport. Silence for spectroscopic
Flight of fancy, till truthfulness clanged her accent
Hard on the mouthpiece. WHATS THAT? conceding,
DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS. Like brunette.
THATS DARK, ISNT IT? Not altogether.
Facially, I am brunette, but madam, you should see
The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet
Are a peroxide blonde. Friction, caused
Foolishly, madamby sitting down, has turned
My bottom raven blackOne moment madam!sensing
Her receiver rearing on the thunderclap
About my earsMadam, I pleaded, wouldnt you rather
See for yourself?
He throws a plethora of colours and colour combinations
towards the woman and mocks her.
The poem is a bitter satire on the racial discrimination of the
time and one of the most read and admired poems. He uses a
lot of symbolism, similes, metaphors and irony.
Also refer to Me , Too and I have a dream.

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