David Rubadiri

(19 July 1930 / Liuli / Malawi)

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James David Rubadiri is a Malawian diplomat, academic and poet.

At independence in 1964, Rubadiri was appointed Malawi's first ambassador to the United States and the United Nations. On Tuesday August 18th, 1964, he presented his credentials to President Johnson at the White House and expressed the hope that his newly independent country would get more aid from the United States. Ambassador Rubadiri said that Malawi needed help to build its democratic institutions and noted that Malawi was already receiving US economic and technical help. David Rubadiri left the government in 1965 when he broke with President Hastings Banda.


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  • Henri Oripeloye (10/12/2018 3:41:00 AM)

    Rubadiri calls to consciousness the plight of Africa in the hands of the West. Love his Pan Africanist posture.

  • David James Rubadiri (9/15/2018 11:59:00 AM)

    Remembered for Poems from East Africa coedited with his Makerere colleague Professor David Cook.

  • MPHATSO ZIMBA LECTURER (8/5/2018 7:04:00 AM)

    This is a good writer i lovo your poem

  • zinhle mgaga (8/2/2018 4:54:00 AM)

    if you had to teach this poem to your learners which pre-, while-, post - reading activities would you use?

  • Glane (7/5/2018 1:23:00 AM)

    Nice poems

  • tyrese beamer (4/19/2018 10:45:00 AM)

    love your poems espeacially the entitled mulago

  • Nataki Florentville (3/31/2017 4:25:00 AM)

    Love your poems especially the one entitled An African Thunderstorm

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Best Poem of David Rubadiri

An Africa Thunderstorm

From the west
Clouds come hurrying with the wind
Turning sharply
Here and there
Like a plague of locusts
Tossing up things on its tail
Like a madman chasing nothing.

Pregnant clouds
Ride stately on its back,
Gathering to perch on hills
Like sinister dark wings;
The wind whistles by
And trees bend to let it pass.

In the village
Screams of delighted children,
Toss and turn
In the din of the whirling wind,
Babies clinging on their backs
Dart about
In and out
The wind whistles by
Whilst trees...

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