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Review of THE YOUTHS ARE ANGRY BY PEACEKING OSUAGWU.

THE YOUTHS ARE ANGRY BY PEACEKING OSUAGWU.

The plot of the play is one set in the 21st century  as the writer seeks to confront headlong the prevailing unsavoury living conditions in the country. Like older writers such as Late Chinua Achebe, Flora Nwapa ,Wole Soyinka, Chimanmanda Adichie etcetera, she profers a lasting dosage to such diseases as  Nepotism,Political savagery, widespread unemployment and high rate of kidnapping ,terrorism and killings that daily plagues the society.
In the heart of the prejudices are the youths. They constitute the most active population of any system. Having being deprived of the comfort of gainful employment after painstaking efforts to obtain prequisite Qualifications.
The book which remains a study pack for policy makers as well a tool for social re- engineering gives an insight to the bludgeon of neglect and stealing by political elites to enriching themselves at the expense of the electorate.
Okpokiri is a typical example of a Nigerian community that suffers from this condemnable trend and thus: The Youths Are Angry. Angry because the future is bleak. Angry because there are no basic amenities and as such some resort to constituting themselves into savages . The end is death.
In her submission, she Insist that such energies should be geared towards positive thinking and true sense of patriotism. Violence don’t pay.
The tone of conversation were of a typical  African communal setting where the concern of one is that of all. Delving a bit into the archaic arranged marriage was a justification for the writer’s sensibility to the past and the refusal of same by the outspoken Dickson(one of the characters) was a testament to the fact that Africa has lost a great deal of itself to foreign indignation.
It is instructive to state that in spite of the many reasons to bemoan certain anomalies that had eaten  deep into the fibre of the society,the youth can see through the darkness the glimmering light of hopes as well as learn rightly the morals of discipline and worthiness.

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