He came with his muscular chest,
his arms full
Like an overloaded net.
One after the other
He fondled my breasts
And then unleashed his beast
Into my tent



Repeatedly he pounded,
My safety he violated.
Just when I thought
His rash lusts had vanished
And his sanity secured,
Lo, he returned
For a second tenure



I am a helpless nation
Under political torture
The result is social malaria,
I am Nigeria







Obiene Solomon is a young writer. He hails from Bayelsa State, Southern Nigeria. He graduated from Niger Delta University where he studied Philosophy. He is currently undergoing a Theology study at Zuph School of Ministry.

As a philosopher and theologian, his works basically address practical social realities, employing both philosophical and religious tools to drive home his message.

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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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