David Rubadiri

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David Rubadiri Poems

Whilst our children
Become smaller than guns,
Elders become big
Circus Lions

From the west
Clouds come hurrying with the wind
Turning sharply
Here and there

Towers of strength
Like life itself.

Such a time of it they had;
The heat of the day
The chill of the night
And the mosquitoes that followed.

Dark twisted form
Of shreds and cunning
Crawling with an inward twinkle
At the agonies of Africa.

David Rubadiri Biography

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. Education Rubadiri attended King's College, Budo in Uganda from 1941-1950 then Makerere University from 1952-1956, where he graduated from with a bachelor's degree in English literature and History. He went on to the University of Bristol from 1956-1960, where he received a master of arts degree in English literature. Publications His only novel, No Bride Price was published. The novel criticized the Banda regime and was, along with Legson Kayira's The Looming Shadow, some of the first published work by Malawians.)

The Best Poem Of David Rubadiri

Begging Aid

Whilst our children
Become smaller than guns,
Elders become big
Circus Lions
Away from home.

Whilst the manes age
In the Zoos
That now our homelands
Have become,
Markets of leftovers,
Guns are taller
Than our children.

In the beggarhood
Of a Circus
That now is home,
The whip of the Ringmaster
Cracks with a snap
That eats through
The backs of our being.

Hands stretching
In a prayer
Of submission
In a beggarhood
Of Elders delicately
Performing the tightrope
To amuse the Gate
For Tips
That will bring home
Toys of death.

David Rubadiri Comments

Nataki Florentville 31 March 2017

Love your poems especially the one entitled An African Thunderstorm

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tyrese beamer 19 April 2018

love your poems espeacially the entitled mulago

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Henri Oripeloye 12 October 2018

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

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David James Rubadiri 15 September 2018

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

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This is a good writer i lovo your poem

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zinhle mgaga 02 August 2018

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

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Glane 05 July 2018

Nice poems

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