Poems by Kabedoopong Piddo Ddibe’st

Poems by Kabedoopong Piddo Ddibe’st


The Promised Rape

The soothsayer prophesied
Your several comings to love me.
All your love tricks in the book,
Now I know like a fool
Knows the backs of his own hand.
Your divide and rule love policy;
Your opportunistic, friends and in-laws love policy;
Your cat’s paw assassin love policy,
All my family has known.
Every night of the Christmas Eve,
You bring me a bar of salt
And a packet of soap;
A poor man has no choice,
This Hobson’s choice works.
You promise me heaven on earth;
And then love till the reaper parts us,
This night is the promised night —
You lie in the name of God.
After intercoursing my virginity,
You run about in celebration
Of your scored goal — splinter in my womb.
You have obtained your mission,
Your hundreds visions of division;
My name is no more in your brain;
I smoke the dust of your cars,
Elevator drives you up and down,
I am just the branch of the tree
You used as a ladder to climb
Your tree of progress to hell.
Now that you have beaten my fire,
Only ashes are left for me to taste;
I can’t see you for the dust of your cars.



Home, I returned here, home;
From cellars of the wild setting sun,
Gathering back all the iroko seeds of wisdom,
And learning his book, paths and son.

I have learned his own sheen wife
(A hundred squares if was compared)
Doesn’t cook better than my mother’s knife;
My kinsmen, with the iroko seeds, I returned.

We did cast out the demons, didn’t we?
Casting out the demons, we welcomed the Devil
To reign supreme, bleed down the bleeding tree
With his disciples, cleaners of rot, iroko iroko-weevils.

Centuries later, we have not yet begun
To be any civilizer, except to publicly brawl;
Yet boast to have had a million milesrun
From the genesis, yet not even learnt to crawl.

Countrymen, you who said home was sweet;
And that a wise dove should eat and look up,
Do all these shortcuts lead to the home-sweet?
My eyes twitch, watching gobbling hawks clean up.


If the world is BUT A STAGE

If the world is but a stage,
Let the clowns forth play,
As I watch the world go by,
With me in this vile state.

If the world is but a stage,
And I wake not from my sleep,
O Lord, my soul may you keep,
Saved for thy use this age.

If the world is but a stage,
Wake me not to see again,
And get wrecked with pain,
What myself watched indulge.

If the world is but a stage,
Lend me a muse, an orchestra,
So I play the music and extra,
And forget my wreckage.

If the world is but a stage,
Let me play on tho alone,
As the world watches one
Who’ll soon rest, forgott’n with age.

© Kabedoopong Piddo Ddibe’st


2 thoughts on “Poems by Kabedoopong Piddo Ddibe’st

  1. I am particularly so grateful to the Management of ATUNIS Magazine for publishing my three poems.
    Special thanks to Mr. Agron Shele and his reputable team.

    My kind appreciation and acknowledgement to you all.

    Thank you.

    Verily verily yours,

    Kabedoopong Piddo Ddibe’st

  2. Enjoyed all of the poems written here. The word selection for those negative traits experienced by living is seen here and can feel the anger and pain which comes from being hoodwinked in any measure of living. It is also colorful as it gives the reader the perspective of selective reasoning

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