Harmattan|| Viano Dee

He told her he loved her

a million times, a million ways

but it only made her winter cold.

I guess his love didn’t taste right

his affection was just a terrible meal.😥

Skin dry, no matter how hard she tried

to glow…

Oils, Vaseline and glycerin

just wouldn’t stick

cause his love forced them out—

Oh, and the sole of her feet:

dry scales

that wouldn’t leave.

And no matter how hard she chased them

they came back the very next day.

He raped her of sweater-less wears

and forced her to hide in bed and blankets

socks, gloves and jackets

even at that, he always found her out.

“What kind of love is this”, she cried.😫

Unmoved by her tears he replied:

Harmattan my darling, it’s harmattan.

Written and Performed by Viano Dee. Instrumental: Waterfall by Aakash Gandhi

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About the poem

Harmattan is a short humorous poem about the weather. For those who don’t know, it is a season in the West African subcontinent, which occurs between the end of November and the middle of March. It is usually dry, dusty and cold ,very cold in most places.

The poet describes the feeling as a toxic relationship between two lovers in which the weather is an abusive partner.

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Viano Dee

Viano Dee is a non niche blogger, poet, songwriter and a hardcore romantic who believes that life is something that we all should be positive about. She writes about life generally with the hope that positive change will occur even if it's just in one person. Her write-ups could take any form: poetry, articles, and even songs in ways that'll inspire you, resonate with you, or tell a story while keeping you both informed and entertained.