Before I go on to write what i wish to, may I remind you of what a part of the Bible says about your awesomeness:
“Consider the lilies how they grow:
They toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these” (Luke 12:27)


As one who sees herself as your gardener, I feel sad to have been the one who pruned you for the sake of love. You were to be presented on special days and if you are lucky to be held by men who love, then every day is special. You put smiles on people’s faces. I am sad because after a while, you have stopped being appreciated, being looked at as beautiful and are being asked “why are you red?” “Why are you so white?” “Why are you so yellow?”


Your thorns and green stems have been noticed and you are no more wanted. If they could see that you cry too and that you breathe the breath of God. I am sorry they cannot smell the sweet scents that you bring.


I am sorry for the generally known “Piuses” to people who are secretly Herods to you, making you seem like Esthers to the public, but treated you like Rahabs in private. I too, have had one who liked to slip fingers in places that should not be explored and have stayed in the name of love. He slipped his fingers in my head and made me think I am not worth the care, I am given. He slipped his fingers in my heart and made me feel like it was a curse to feel. He slipped his fingers in between my thighs, telling me you can be a virgin without being pure.


I am sorry that sometimes I become the society from which I should shield you. You should not be sorry that your beauty attracts and instead of keeping you the way you are, your petals are peeled off one after the other. I am sorry that you who should be the healer are constantly broken. You who are the giver of joy, brightness and charm, have been made sorrowful, dull and have been made repelling.


I am sorry that men have slowly over time stripped you of the nature of God. You who should be an emotional support are being constantly torn down. How can you who increases motivation be accused of lack of motivation? You are a queen, not only at night or in the morning, but are all times of the day, whether you are asleep or blossoming. I am sorry that your companion does not compliment you like I do.


A thousand and one things are breaking my heart, but the most prominent one is that i fear that like me, you are slowly becoming weed; strongly rooted, unmoved by storms or heavy wind. I just need to know that although flowers fade, your kind will unchanged by time because the one made the earth made you, not to fade, but to reign for eternity with him.


The one who makes you feel less is not your gardener and should leave you to blossom, rather than keep you away from sun light, slowly killing you in the name of love.


Yours apologetically









Adetutu is a Writer and Poet. She is studying English at Bowen University. She is an Award Winning Writer.

She is also a Contributor in Core Magazine.

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