i'm SUPER DUPER pissed.
i just wrote a nice rambly post about how bad lit was plus many other random thoughts and it.. disappeared.
shite today's a bad day.

anyway since i'm too lazy to pour out my woes all over again regarding the screwy lit paper, i shall put it very simply and neatly.
i let my crazy tv overindulgence take over, and i imagined the zulu girl to be some kind of mystical queen in disguise who has a rather sinister aura and as she's feeding her baby, her baby is transformed internally for revival.
ok that was simple or neat, BUT WHY AM I SO DRAMATIC?!
urgh. i got so carried away with that horrid vision tattooed on my mind that i completely forgot how to write a decent essay.
so much so, i didn't even put in any relevant details but just rambled on and on about how there are undercurrents in this poem and RIGHT. OKAY.
she has hidden powers.
RIGHT.