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In the world filled with this and that,
Let us take a moment to chat,
About the things that make us smile,
And make life feel worthwhile.

This and that, so diverse,
It’s what makes our universe,
From the vastness of the skies,
To the twinkle in kids’ eyes.

This and that, it is all around,
In the whispers of a gentle sound,
In the colors of a rainbow’s arc,
And the rhythmic beat that sparks.

This and that, contrasts so grand,
Like the shifting sea, the shifting sand,
The sunlit day, the starry night,
Opposing forces, shining bright.

This and that, a dance of duality,
Balancing calmness and vitality,
The softness of a tender touch,
The strength that’s sometimes too much.

This and that, together entwined,
Like the body and the mind,
Joined in harmonious embrace,
Guiding us through life’s grand chase.

This and that, a yin and yang,
In perfect balance, they hang,
The bitter sweet, the highs and lows,
That shape the path on which life goes.

This and that, a yonder quest,
Searching for what we love and detest,
Exploring the world, the big and small,
To understand and to enthrall.

Embrace this and that, my friend,
In every corner it shall blend,
For it is the rhythm of life’s symphony,
A marvelous tapestry for you and me.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

I am Ada, no wealth to partake,
Dad tapped palm wine, Mom sold old rake,
Poverty’s grip, like a dagger’s cruel wake,
In our village, outcasts, hearts ache.

I chose to journey, a path to undertake,
Hunting for riches, a new chapter to make,
For my family’s sake, a stand I would stake,
Defying the doubters, their negativity I would break.

From waiter to cleaner, risks I would undertake,
Confronting my fears, my courage would not shake,
Through rain and thunder, I would find a way to partake,
Among gangsters and hardships, my spirit would not forsake.

Love came knocking, a heart at stake,
Abuse soon followed, bones did break,
Abortions brought agony, dreams did flake,
Health and riches vanished, in their wake.

Life felt hollow, like Cain’s cursed rake,
In poverty’s grasp, no solace to partake,
Powerless to bury my parents, a heartbreaking ache,
Their souls restless, as I struggled in the quake.

For Ada’s sake, my words I now remake,
Survived through trials, wisdom I now reawake,
At eighteen, dear daughter, decisions you will have to make,
In life’s turbulent sea, tread cautiously, for your own sake.

Listen to my voice, let not haste overtake,
Avoid deceitful love, its promises are fake,
Wealth’s allure may lead to mistakes,
Slow down, my child, for your future’s sake,
In the name of Ada, these words I rake.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In the heart of the city, a hullabaloo,
Where noise and commotion are nothing new.
From dawn till dusk, the streets come alive,
With bustling traffic and vendors who thrive.

On every corner, there is music and sound,
With instruments playing, creating a surround.
The beat of the drums, the strum of guitars,
Melodies floating, carried by cars.

Children laughing, dancing on their toes,
Immersed in the rhythm, in their own little shows.
Their giggles and squeals fill the air,
As they spin and twirl without a care.

Street performers gather, their talents displayed,
With fire breathers, jugglers, and clowns who invade.
People stop and watch, captivated in awe,
They cheer and applaud, giving a standing ovation encore.

The hullabaloo continues as night falls,
Neon lights flickering, casting vibrant walls.
The clubs come alive, with music so loud,
As dancers and revelers fill up the crowd.

In this trumpet of chaos, a harmony is found,
A melting pot of people, diverse and profound.
The hullabaloo unites them, erasing the divide,
As they celebrate life, side by side.

Now let hullabaloo echo through the night,
A testament to liveliness and pure delight.
In this city’s uproar, there is a magic you will view,
In the joyous essence of the hullabaloo.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In moments of bliss and fiery delight,
Where passions ignite and souls take flight,
There’s a crescendo, a peak to pursue,
A breathless sensation, an orgasm true.

Like ripples on water, it starts as a spark,
Igniting the senses, glowing in the dark,
A symphony building, with each gentle touch,
A dance of desire we both love so much.

It rises within, a volcanic desire,
A burning intensity that blazes like fire,
Unleashing a storm, a tempest untamed,
As waves of pleasure crash, unashamed.

The body trembles, lost in a trance,
Every sensation enhanced with each chance,
Whispers of pleasure escape from our lips,
As we navigate a journey between our hips.

A symphony of moans, harmonizing our ecstasy,
Merging our bodies in perfect synchrony,
Climbing higher, reaching for that sweet release,
With each passionate rhythm, finding our peace.

And in that fleeting moment of pure delight,
We transcend together, reaching new heights,
In that sacred union, where bodies entwine,
An orgasmic explosion, pure love defines.

Like shooting stars painting the dark sky,
We bask in the afterglow, contented and high,
For in those moments, we are truly set free,
Bound by the magic of orgasm’s decree.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi