What makes you laugh?
Things of Joy, Comedy and people’s folly😀
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Who Do You Allow Into Your Space?
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My Delightsome Slice of Goodness
As April approaches, a trio of delight,
Kiki, OY, and Tamilore, stars shining bright.
Their birthdays near, like candles on a cake,
Each one unique, a world to awake.
Kiki’s day dawns with vanilla’s soft hue,
Whisking joy in each batter anew.
With eggs of happiness and sugar’s sweet kiss,
Her presence, a flavor we don’t want to miss.
OY’s laughter dances in cocoa’s sweet charm,
Chocolate cake whispers, casting its warm.
Layers of love, rich and deep,
In his smile, all promises keep.
Tamilore, velvet’s embrace, a delicate swirl,
Baking dreams with love’s gentle twirl.
Creamy and smooth, like icing divine,
In our hearts, forever intertwined.
Flour of patience, mixed with care,
Baking these memories, beyond compare.
Eggs of laughter, and sugar’s sweet grace,
Each ingredient, love’s cherished embrace.
From mixing bowl to oven’s warm breath,
Our family’s bond, defying all depth.
As cakes rise tall, in oven’s sweet glow,
Our love for Kiki, OY, and Tamilore, forever aglow.
Happy birthdays to our beloved three,
May life’s recipe be full of glee.
With every slice of cake we share,
Our love for you, beyond compare.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
Caught up in the colors of love’s embrace,
A fleeting passion, a temporal grace.
Brushstrokes of desire, vivid and bright,
Two hearts entwined, lost in the night.
Hues of passion painted in the air,
Igniting a flame, a love affair.
But alas, the canvas of time unfurls,
Revealing a story of transient swirls.
Crimson whispers and azure dreams,
Mingled emotions, like flowing streams.
Yet, the palette of love begins to fade,
As reality dawns, shadows invade.
Promises spoken in shades of gold,
Now tarnished and weary, stories untold.
Caught in the web of love’s illusion,
They danced in colors, a sweet confusion.
Scarlet kisses and emerald sighs,
Gave way to goodbyes, tear-stained goodbyes.
Love’s kaleidoscope, a fleeting art,
Leaving behind a fragmented heart.
In the richness of memories, they are traced,
Lovers entangled, now love erased.
Caught up in the colors, but destined to part,
A masterpiece painted, then torn apart.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
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Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
My Maths Teacher. Oh, Mr. Lawal was known for his long cane anytime he made his way to the class. We all loved him for his humour and intelligence but don’t you ever mess up in his tests or exams, he will glog you without mercy. He was a good man and a disciplinarian to the core. May God bless his beautiful soul. I bet wherever he is now in Heaven , he will be smiling at how fantastic all his students have turned out to be.
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BREAKING FREE
Whispers, soft and soulful, resonate within my mind,
Echoing through the depths of my consciousness,
Speaking of darkness and lost kinship,
Tangled within the web of synapses.
A broken spirit yearns to break free,
Yet my heart remains steadfast,
Resisting the allure of madness.
In this ongoing battle, I stand strong,
Voices once clamorous now mere whispers,
I will regain my sanity, anon.
I will prevail, break free, and shine anew,
Anonymous, yet resilient.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
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When Muscles Sing Weary Songs
Aching in the stillness of my fragile bones,
When every movement feels like stones,
I switch off from the world’s loud din,
And let silence tenderly begin.
My muscles sing a weary song,
Reminding me I am frail and strong,
I go mute, no words can escape,
Just whispers of a tired landscape.
Shutting down becomes my retreat,
In solitude, my pain feels complete,
Yet in this quiet, I find my peace,
As soreness fades, and troubles cease.
For in the darkness of this night,
I rest my soul, renew my light,
And when the dawn breaks, soft and clear,
I rise again, with strength so sincere.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
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What do you wish you could do more every day?
Help as many people as possible – financially, and with words of encouragement.
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ODE TO SARA-JONES
In a small hut, where moonlight plays,
Lives Sara-Jones in her solitary ways.
No kin, no friend to share her nights,
She finds solace in starry heights.
Alone she dwells, away from the crowd,
Her fears of people, silent but loud.
Yet, in the darkness, she finds her peace,
With her feline friend, worries release.
At night, she emerges, a silent sprite,
Gazing at stars, her tranquil delight.
Planting her dreams in the earthy ground,
Her garden blooms, a refuge she’s found.
No need for markets, no need for strife,
Her garden sustains her secluded life.
A woman of strength, despite her fears,
Hoping for courage to dry her tears.
She says no hello
Though deep inside such a pleasant fellow
The sight of peple scares
Though she really wants to let out her smiles
O Sara-Jones, in your hidden grace,
May courage blossom, fears embrace.
May stars above guide your weary way,
And loneliness turn to dawn’s bright day.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 