You remember the days you laughed so freely
Your gap-toothed grin wide enough to split a coconut
The sound of your happiness at half past three
In the early mornings as you tossed on your mat
You texted back and forth morning and evening
And in your excitement you forgot moral reasoning
You forgot to give your heart, but keep your mind
Now two years later, you're finally off that high.
The first three months were pure agony.
You struggled and battled with self denial
And told yourself the same old story:
I'll rather die single than give any man my all
By the seventh month, your tears had dried
And all the sleepless nights had gone
You breathed freely again
And all your pain has died
Now it's the twenty fourth month
And not a trace of that girl remains
You face work squarely, not looking anyone in the face
But on the rare occasion that you actually smile?
It hits passers-by and everyone around
Like blind men seeing the sun the first time
Written By
Ololade Agoro
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