Biography of Mathais Orhero
A student of English and Literary studies who has a close alignment with poetry and drama. His poetry is influenced by poets such as John Keats, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, J.P. Clark, Lenrie Peters, Kofi Awoonor, Leopold Sedar Senghor, Niyi Osundare, amongst others. His poetry deals with themes such as corruption, spirituality, romanticism, classicism, and meditation/religion. He is a new voice from the Niger Delta Region of Nigeria and aims to be among the canon of the Nigerian literary trajectory.
Mathais Orhero's Works:
Abraka Voices. A Journal of Creative Writers Workshop edited by Samson Edema and Obaro Jonathan.
Mathais Orhero Poems
The Solitary Wanderer
He wandered to a world Where the Fauna glorifies man And the flora speaks the word Was he in search of another man?
A Song For The Arts
What ever happened to the ARTS? hurrah for thunder The illuminates of time preserved teachings spanning from the aesthetic arts
An Ode To The Ancestors
Spirits of the ancestral lineage awake! See what sons have made of sons The great house you built is crumbling the griot no longer plays the sweet flute
A Letter To Mother Earth
Dear Lady, I know life must be tough knowing me but know that if perchance nature wills it I'd given my last exhalation to ease your pain.
Moments With The Gods
Oh what ecstasy! Overt joy in the time of sorrow When at the time I aught ‘grieve for the marketplace of the world is filled with thorns
The Call Of The Prophet
War has made war upon the world but none has perceived her delicacies The ring of death has been given to earth Yet the undead seems to forget.
Oh! The delightful ecstatic moment of demise When the soul searches for the face of God as is in the days of the sun. The eyes that awakes must sleep again
In The End
In the end time shall we see the signs That will rise up like a beast in the street Armed with seven teeth and an enemy to peace These signs shall converse with eternity
Moments With The Gods
Oh what ecstasy!
Overt joy in the time of sorrow
When at the time I aught ‘grieve
for the marketplace of the world is filled with thorns
yet I sit forlorn in my own reverie
even when love sweet turns sour
when the longest journey seems so short a time
I quake in ecstasy as though of ingested opium.