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This post was written by Tee Akindele on March 1, 2011
Posted Under: Romance

Poem: Drown it in the flood

You made him the center of your world
But he determined to loose himself and be lost anyway;
The one you called your baby,
Who fed from the bosom of your love,
Has strayed, following his wild appetite elsewhere,
Leaving you tearing at your hair like a miserable hag.

You may cry yourself a flood, my lady,
But don’t do yourself in it;
Your hurt may burst in unrestrained spurts,
But don’ t go down in the deluge
The jagged wound of your heart that was torn at
Mustn’t become a cancer that eats your whole being up.

Purge your soul of the bitter water and drown Mr Baby in the flood
Let the smacking of his greedy mouth and unfaithful kisses
Wash into the deep like the choked cackle of a drowning man.
Your tears may have their fill, my dear,
But at some point, unplug. And forgetfully
Let his treacherous memory, under the currents, be gone.

Then, please my lady, stand in the sun again
Till your face re-assumes it’s cheery hue
And your hair regains it’s smooth sheen;
Till your heart learns to be tickled again by life’s slight joys
And we all get to feel warm again in the flash of your smile;
Run gallant miles along the beach or over a hill, if you have to,
Till you feel alive in every hot and sticky bit of your body
And with all pleasure, wish to feel like nothing but a woman once again.

©2011, Poem by Tee Akindele

Reader Comments

My fave naija poet is back at it again.
I could feel the pain and heartbreak in every line and also the hope and refreshing of the last stanza. Now i feel like running along a beach and shouting ‘I’m alive!’

Written By Kiru Taye on March 1st, 2011 @ 9:43 pm

I wished to hear the ladies respond to this poem and I’m really glad about your comment Sis. Thanks

Written By Tee Akindele on March 1st, 2011 @ 9:48 pm

Hmmm…till your face re-assumes it’s cherry hue… I kinda like that…. Lovely, More grace Tee.

Written By Kayode on March 1st, 2011 @ 9:51 pm

Amazing thots papa Tee, u are def. going places with poetry, please more of this.

Written By keni on March 2nd, 2011 @ 7:22 am

Nice stuff bro…

Written By biola on March 2nd, 2011 @ 9:38 am

This poem clearly defined the processes involved….the agony and the pains she goes thru afterwards but do u know it’s only those that pull themselves together that really stand in the sun again? cos some of them lose their lives afterwards…..Tee, This is a masterpiece…….those words really captured the true picture….Thumbs up!!!

Written By Lara Abiola on March 2nd, 2011 @ 10:49 am

This is for me, thanx. I am a woman again, burning and shining

Written By maggie on March 2nd, 2011 @ 10:55 am

Deep sturvs. Beautiful poem. I think what i love most about it is the push or should i say gentle prodding to let go and move on. You still my best Poet any day!

On a lighter note. what is it with you and the ‘softer’ gender, hmm? I remember the comments on NS when you stormed d site with your poems. :-)

Written By RemiRoy on March 2nd, 2011 @ 1:39 pm

@Mr Kayode, thanks for the visit Bro.
@Keni, Amen Sis, I’m glad you like it.
@Biola, Many thanks
@Omolara, well said sis and thanks too.
@Maggie, I’m happy for you.

Written By Tee Akindele on March 3rd, 2011 @ 11:47 pm

Teeeeeeeee, so happy U re back. Dis is great, wish all ladies will c dis den stand up. nice one Dear, ride on

Written By Mel on March 4th, 2011 @ 9:01 am

@Remi, I’m happy to hear about my rank (LOL). As per the softer gender, I just love them – I no know why – but then, that should not be surprising abi?
@Mel, Many thanks Sis, I’m encouraged

Written By Tee Akindele on March 4th, 2011 @ 11:52 pm

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