April 8, 2019 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Kabedoopong Piddo Ddibe’st




We Roll The Wheel



We are rolling

Our pierced bicycle of freedom

From the buffaloes

Of thirst and hunger

That knock dead children and mothers;

We’ve to roll the wheel, anyway.


We are rolling

Our slowworm wheelchairs of freedom

From the heavy handed mad bulls

Of the arbitrary cold prisons,

And the stupid amendments

That knock dead the nation every five years;

We’ve to roll the wheel, anyway.


We are rolling

Our wheelless coffins;

Some shall fall again,

But let’s unite to stand the pain,

The crown is worth more than the pain;

The prison of one is the prison of all;

We’ve to roll the wheel, anyway.


We are rolling

Our lives towards the beacon of hope,

Wheeling longer and higher above

The truncheons thudding

With the whisks of whips,

Running the Nation’s businesses;

We’ve to roll the wheel, anyway.


We are rolling

Our punctured bicycle with love,

A liberating love, love for the nation;

We may not reach the Promised Land now,

But we’ll reach finally soon, anyway.






The Working Girl



She works nightly

Where pigs of daddies lurk.


Men who rightly

Lurk late to attack


The soft spot of the world,

Cutting her without a word.


She lurves wildly

The men she tames mildly


With such a sweet turpitude,

She sees poison sweet a solitude,


Like a lustre of life in the air

Stacked in her thick lustrous hair.


No longer nightly,

But as we make hay.


Tweedledum meets

Tweedledee on streets


Tu-whitting, tu-whooing;

Crushing without wooing.


A man eateth where he worketh,

The grain on the mill’s teeth.


Wine of a fool gets done with mere tastes;

No dowry, working girl, but men’s tests.






Kabedoopong Piddo Ddibe’st

Kabedoopong Piddo Ddibe’st is a Ugandan Poet/English and Literature teacher, born in Kitgum, an Acholi by tribe, aged 26.

He is from the land ruled by Idi Amin Dada (1971-9), then by Museveni (1986-present), invaded by LRA/Lord Resistance Army under Joseph Kony(1986-2006).

Thus, he comes from a dirt poor family background, a nation where life is at stake.

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1 Comment

  1. ECHEM PRINCE April 11, at 08:54

    The poet persona's grip on the political vitrine of post colonial Africa is that of torpidity. The picture of the wheel or wheelchair, envisions a crippled country that's wheel ridden, such a of a donkey walk with poor developmental acceleration... I love this poet and I wish I could review some of his works.


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