An African Thunderstorm

David Rubadiri

Below is one of my favourite poems which was written by James David Rubadiri, some how the poem stuck with me from my youth untill now and whenever it rains i cannot but recite a few lines like a lithany. Below is the poem enjoy as i have always enjoyed it.

An African Thunder Storm

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From the west

Clouds come hurrying with the wind

Turning

Sharply

Here and there

Like a plague of locusts

Whirling

Tossing up things on its tail

Like a madman chasing nothing

 

 

Pregnant clouds

Ride stately on its black

Gathering to perch on hills

Like dark sinister 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 whirling wind,

 

Women –

Babies clinging on their backs –

Dart about

In and out

Madly

 

The wind whistles by

Whilst trees bend to let us pass

Clothes wave like tattered flags

Flying off

To expose dangling breasts

 

As jagged blinding flashes

Rumble, tremble, and crack

Amidst the smell of fired smoke

And the pelting march of the storm.

James David Rubadiri (born 19 July 1930 in Liuli) is a Malawian diplomat, academic and poet, playwright and novelist. Rubadiri is ranked as one of Africa’s most widely anthologized and celebrated poets to emerge after independence.

 

 

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