Biography of Dickson Wasake
Dickson 'Mafudian' Wasake, African (Ugandan) poet and writer.Born to Derrick Gafali Wasake and Sarah Wasake Nee Maswere in Mbale, Eastern Uganda, Africa.Father is a retired economist and mother a business entrepreneur.
Educated in Uganda at King's College Budo for High school and then Makerere University(Business School) for a Bachelors of Commerce(Accounting) .Also obtained a post graduate qualification as a Chartered Accountant(ACCA) while working at PricewaterhouseCoopers in Uganda and The Bahamas.
Poetry was inspired by an early love for reading and a participation in the arts which included Literature, drama and debate while at King's college Budo.
First took an active interest in writing poetry in 1994 and early poetic works focused on the theme of love.
Poetry has been especially influenced by poets like W B Yeats, Pablo Nerudda, Robert Frost and Maya Angelou.
After travelling to Nassau and being away from home for an extended period of time, interacted with the poets of Nassau during the Wednesday 'open Mic' sessions and was thus inspired to explore more diverse themes like death, sadness, war, AIDS and Nassau Life all intricately laced with God and hopes of a new life, eternal, hopefully.
Dickson 'mafudian' Wasake is also a telecommunications entrepreneur when he is not accounting or writing poetry.
He has published his complete poetic works; Poems to sit on: In the East African Savannah(Mafudian reflections) can be found at http: //esquire-sunshinepoems.blogspot.com/
Dickson Wasake's Works:
poetic footprints: returning home
Dickson Wasake Poems
A Biblical Poetic Journey (I Am Says The...
I am the path of the light breaking into the dark deep of the waters, The whisper of the wind in the Garden of Eden, The buzz of the lover bees in the ark of Noah, The tears of salt in the eyes of Lot’s wife,
The Spirit Of Truth(Booty Call Retro Mix...
As i kissed you, did you feel it? My spirit asking you to need me, to love me,
The Time Waiters
Time, She surely has a most twisted sense of humour. I am not Armstrong, bobbing up and down lunar surface,
The Poet Heroes(When Gone)
Every man young, dreams of lofty grandeur, of conquering lands foreign and alien, and women and loot in between,
James Banda(Licence To Kill)
See Mary Lou again, across crowded dance floor, with another; touching,
Romancing The Stone(A Retrospective)
That she loved 10 and 1 before him, or that her lips belonged to 10 and 1 before him, did not take a morsel of sadness from him; like Oliver demanding more,
Givin Good Love(Boom Boom Retro Mix)
She often complains, to girlfriends 2 and 5, who on this occasion of monologue, choose to lend now familiar ear,
On Archeology(Blackberry Man)
The finest always goes with the dead, and we the grateful undead, now dig through these bones and treasure, with hammer and basket we probe,
Little Anek Prays
Please sir stop, Am only 13 years old, Am not ready to become a mother, I have science and math sums to do.
The Time Waiters
She surely has a most twisted sense of humour.
I am not Armstrong,
bobbing up and down lunar surface,
except as in days past,
when as kid dreamy in bouncing castle,
imagined my baby strides,
to be giant leaps for adams race.