In our war
I am but a burning postcard Waiting on the whistlings of home To bring my ash and scent to you But if flags are not raised before dawn You'll find specks of me In the corners of your mouth Warmer than summer memories in January. Tega Ohwerhoye hails from Delta State, Nigeria. He holds an M.A (International Relations) from Coventry University (UK); and a B.A (English [Literature Emphasis]) from Redeemers University (RUN), Nigeria where he served as the department’s Public Relations Officer (2011-2012). He currently works as an Administrative Officer in a Housing Firm. He has worked with the Debt Management Office (DMO); National Sovereign Investment Authority (NSIA) and BMG Research, Birmingham, UK as a Market Research Agent. He taught Literature-in-English at Darlington Crest College, Abuja, Nigeria and is also a member of the Young African Leaders Initiative (YALI) Network. He loves music and paintings.
2 Comments
Emmanuel Faith
1/8/2018 02:12:02 am
Metaphorical!!! I want to learn.
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Olakunbi
1/8/2018 10:26:06 pm
Fine piece
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