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Within the realm of love, where lines are blurred,
I find myself entwined, my emotions stirred.
A married woman’s lament I now unveil,
As my husband’s yearnings soar, beyond the pale.

Oh, the nights we shared in love’s tender embrace,
Our vows bound tight, a sacred space.
But as time slipped by, his cravings grew,
Into a realm of kink, unknown and askew.

In this secret realm, he finds his delight,
With ropes and chains, in shadows of the night.
His fantasies take flight, soaring high,
While I, a faithful wife, question why.

Each night, tears cascade down my cheeks,
As my heart trembles and my spirit weakens.
Fear courses through my veins, like crimson rivers,
As the lash of his desires leaves my skin marked and worn.

Oh, the scars that adorn my fragile flesh,
A testament to the pain endured in secrecy.
And yet, a haunting smile dances upon his face,
A cruel reminder of the anguish I endure.

The whip he wields with sadistic delight,
Leaves my soul shattered, my dreams in tatters.
In this dark dance of pleasure and pain,
My heart bleeds, while his satisfaction remains.

How I long for the warmth of love’s sweet caress,
The gentle touch, tenderness, and finesse.
But his addiction to the unconventional reigns,
A passion that binds, as my heart strains.

Amidst my worry, I seek a way out,
A path to rediscover what love is about.
For I yearn for the days of intimate connection,
Not just the thrill of kink and wild affection.

I pray for strength, for every woman who feels,
Lost in a world where desire reveals,
A longing for love that is pure and serene,
Beyond the confines of this unconventional scene.

May we find solace in open dialogue,
Where honesty reigns, free from any fog.
For only through understanding can we reach,
A place where our desires peacefully breach.

Let us uncover the depths of our desires,
In a union built on trust, passion never tires.
And if kink is a part of our shared bliss,
May it be a spice, not an addiction’s abyss.

Here is to hope and healing, a path to reclaim,
Love’s essence, unburdened by shame.
May we find the balance in love’s embrace,
And let our hearts guide us to a sacred place.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

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Within Nigeria’s expansive domain,
Where sunbeams ignite a fiery flame,
This poem emerges, purpose profound,
To address a scourge, firmly to expound.

Jungle Justice, its name now known,
A practice that chills us to the bone,
Where innocents suffer in the dead of night,
And justice fades, concealed from sight.

In this land of beauty, diverse and grand,
A dark shadow spreads across the land,
Where anger and frustration pave the way,
To acts of violence, where justice goes astray.

Oh, hear the cries of the wounded souls,
Their stories whispered in the wind that rolls,
Tales of torment and unwarranted pain,
Seeking redemption, they call out in vain.

In the heart of the jungle, where chaos thrives,
Humanity crumbles, and compassion dies,
We must rise above this primitive breed,
To quell the fire fueled by vengeful greed.

Let our voices echo, united as one,
For the day justice reigns has just begun,
No longer shall innocence bear the weight,
Of cruel retribution, an unjust fate.

We implore the hearts of the righteous few,
To stand against this darkness, to pursue
A path where fairness and equality reign,
Where peace and compassion forever remain.

For in the heart of Nigeria, and beyond,
We yearn for a world where justice is fond,
Where lives are valued, and rights are upheld,
And the cruel chains of brutality are quelled.

United, let our message resound,
Across this nation, as we gather around,
To end this madness, this relentless fight,
To preserve the sanctity of every life.

Jungle Justice, your days are now numbered,
As unity strengthens, and courage is unencumbered,
With compassion and love, our battle is fought,
Till justice prevails, and the innocent are sought.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Photo credit: istockphoto

(Verse 1)
In the twilight of my days, I find myself in dismay,
A man’s lamentation, I have to convey.
Afraid of old age’s relentless grip,
And the weakening of my once firm tip.

(Chorus)
Oh, the fears that haunt my mind,
As I worry about what I will find.
Will I still possess the vigor of youth,
Or be diminished in strength, I am afraid, in truth?

(Verse 2)
My once mighty sword, now starting to fade,
Aching joints and a slower parade.
No longer able to make love like before,
A hollow feeling, my heart feels sore.

(Bridge)
I am scared of feeling less of a man,
Of losing the prowess that is part of my plan.
Will my wife still desire me as she did,
Or will I become a relic, a shadow I forbid?

(Chorus)
Oh, the fears that haunt my mind,
As I worry ’bout what I will find.
Will I still possess the vigor of youth,
Or be diminished in strength, I am afraid, in truth?

(Verse 3)
I envision my third leg with wrinkles and grey,
A symbol of fading virility on display.
Will I be judged by my diminishing might?
Or will understanding and love shine bright?

(Chorus)
Oh, the fears that haunt my mind,
As I worry about what I will find.
Will I still possess the vigor of youth,
Or be diminished in strength, I am afraid, in truth?

(Outro)
But amidst my fears, I strive to understand,
That strength lies beyond the touch of my hand.
Love, connection, and trust will remain,
And my worth as a man won’t solely be defined by the strain.

For every man faces the passage of time,
And the journey of life, both gentle and sublime.
Dear Men, let us embrace the changes we see,
And cherish the love that forever sets us free.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Here in a little town called Gibberish, a tale unfolds,
Of a Mad Woman who amuses, as the story goes,
By day, she sleeps, but at night, she makes a sound,
A cacophony that echoes, her madness all around.

Her ramblings and her mutterings, they captivate my mind,
Like she is communing with legions, in a realm undefined,
In the Forest of a Thousand Demons, she finds her retreat,
With tireless fervor, her madness she does repeat.

Through my window, I would gaze, transfixed by her display,
My mother warned me, “Do not be caught in her mad sway,”
But Mama, I am afraid it’s far too late for me,
For I am consumed by her presence, as obsessed as one can be.

I ponder what could have brought her to this frenzied state,
Was it a shattered heart, or a mind’s disarrayed fate?
Her piercing gaze, they say, can drive a soul to despair,
But in her eyes, I see a longing, a longing others cannot bear.

Her garments tattered, the attire of a misfit’s wear,
Yet she wears them with pride, her eccentricities laid bare,
Beside her, a collection of dirt, a testament to her strife,
She carries it all, as if each speck of filth were her life.

At the stroke of midnight, by my window she does stand,
Speaking to her own reflection, and pointing with her hand,
To imaginary friends, she laughs with all her might,
Her dimples shining bright, a glimpse of her pure delight.

And when I peep and wave, she hides her face in shame,
A rainbow-colored visage, her countenance aflame,
Does she blush with embarrassment or fear deep inside?
I cannot tell, but in that moment, my heart takes a wild ride.

Help me, for I am losing my own sanity,
She haunts my every thought, an unyielding calamity,
She invades my mind, even in the midst of a meeting,
This love my mother warned of, now I am truly feeling.

But I cannot profess my love, for the world would disapprove,
My secret affection, I must quietly move,
Yet, each night I yearn for her presence to be near,
Hoping to hold her, to soothe away her fear.

But as the nights go by, she fails to make her appearance,
And I stay awake, consumed by longing and adherence,
Is she safe? Is she well? I am tormented by the unknown,
When will I gather the courage to make my love known?

Oh, the weight of society’s judgment bears down on me,
For a Director to love a Mad Woman, how can it be?
Two days have passed, and she has vanished from my sight,
My heart aches with emptiness, longing for her light.

How can I, a man of reason, be madly in love with madness?
She is the only one who holds my heart in tender gladness,
But the world would not understand, they would never see,
The beauty in her madness that has captured all of me.

I suffer in silence, as my heart grows weak,
Missing her so deeply, I fear I have become sick,
Madly in love with madness, a ballad of despair,
A love that is forbidden, a secret I must bear.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

He said, but what did you say?
Did you let his words lead you astray?
Did you let them chip away your grace,
And let your confidence be erased?

He claimed you were no longer fair,
That childbirth had left you worse for wear,
But my dear, beauty is not defined by shape,
It is the radiance from within that cannot escape.

Did you believe his hurtful lies,
And let them dampen your spirit’s rise?
Did you forget the strength you possess,
And let his words render you helpless?

He said you were no longer the same,
But did you forget your intrinsic flame?
Did you let his discontent consume your mind,
And let his judgment make you blind?

You, my dear, are more than what he sees,
Beyond the surface lies your true expertise.
Your worth does not reside in his gaze,
It is found in your heart’s magnificent maze.

Did you allow his words to break your will,
And let your self-worth falter and spill?
Did you forget the power that lies within,
To rise above his cruel and shallow din?

He said, but what will you say?
Will you let his words dictate your way?
Will you choose to believe in your own light,
And refuse to let his judgments ignite?

Remember, dear one, you are beautifully whole,
With a strength that is imprinted in your soul.
His words may sting, but you hold the key,
To embrace your worth and set yourself free.

Raise your voice above his doubt,
And let your self-love start to sprout.
No longer will you let his words define,
For you are a masterpiece, sublime.

He said, but what will you say?
Will you reclaim your worth today?
Stand tall, my dear, and proudly proclaim,
That your beauty transcends his shallow game.

Motherhood is a blessing
Embrace it with the changes it brings!

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi