Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

It is painful,
Every time your name is spoken,
And your image comes into view.
Oh, the pain is profound,
I question why fate is so forgiving.

Praised by everyone each day,
Yet your hidden secrets are clear to me,
They stare without remorse,
Power! Concealing your misdeeds behind power,
Believing you can elude karma.

Oh, I hope for your decay,
As you confess, I hope your mouth teems with scorpions,
I will take pleasure as they sting you and you wail,
The cries of agony from you,
Become a spectacle to witness.

Remember my words

Perhaps you believe you can escape,
With innocence taken,
With vulnerability exploited,
You lied,
And your lies persisted,
It is strange how words flow, with ninety percent being falsehoods,
Honeyed words, you claim to bear the word of God,
Thinking that God can be scorned.

You reek,
Your sins will haunt,
Wait for it.
Generations will weep for you,
And curse you for the affliction you brought upon them,
In your final rest, you will find no peace.

Remember my words.

I will patiently bide my time,
Until the day I depart these shores,
Then, I will expose your hidden secrets,
Unveiling your darkest deeds,
I will remain silent,
Until that moment arrives,
Mark my words,
You won’t evade me,
I am your nemesis.

I will endure the agony,
From the dagger you have thrust into my heart,
I will tend to the wounds patiently,
From the pain you have caused,
Enjoy your moments of happiness now,
Because it won’t be long,
Before turmoil engulfs all of you,
Like a volcanic eruption.

Remember my words.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Delve into your thoughts, where it gleams,
A spark, a dream, like distant streams.
Idea, a torch within the night,
Ignites the blaze of creative light.

It pirouettes through our inner sight,
Illuminating paths, ever so bright.
Innovation’s seed, it takes its flight,
In each heart, it finds a home, so right.

From soft whispers to designs that shine,
Idea’s enchantment, truly divine.
It shatters chains of the known design,
To new horizons, our souls entwine.

With each stroke of pen, with each quill,
Idea’s potency, a boundless thrill.
In every heart, in each creed and will,
It’s the key to dreams, a life’s fulfilled.

Today and always, treasure, nurture, and let them flow,
These seeds of wonder that make us grow.
In the garden of the mind, they sow,
Endless prospects from an idea’s glow.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Alone in the quiet corners of a hushed abode,
Where silence reigns, and footsteps seldom trod,
The walls, like ancient scribes, they stand so tall,
And in their stoic presence, secrets call.

Each room a vault of whispers softly shared,
Where solitude and solitude have paired,
In hidden nooks, confessions softly weep,
The walls, the keepers of secrets, silent, deep.

A painting’s gaze, a hushed and muffled cry,
Each crevice holds a tale, a lullaby,
The attic’s treasures, dusty and concealed,
Unveil the mystic history they shield.

In whispered echoes and the creak of floors,
The walls, they listen, guard the ancient lore,
A memoir etched in every hushed lament,
The beauty of the secrets they have intent.

For in this quiet haven, you and they,
Together dwell in solace, night and day,
The walls, they are more than bricks and plaster’s plea,
They cradle hidden beauty’s mystery.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

I embody this exquisite disorder, these shattered fragments that gleam in the sunlight. It is the kind of chaos that is not conventionally attractive.

I am these words that anchor me to my heart, the merging of thoughts and vibrant emotions. I am the fiery red transitioning into a soothing blue.

I am fury, passion, and a faint whisper of hope. I am expression in all its nonsensical forms, because coherence is not necessary.

I am this roar, this murmur, this falling tear that transforms into something precious by embracing my emotions.

I am a collection of experiences, the plunge into darkness, and the ascent into light. I am always evolving, never a finished product or a product at all.

I am in constant motion, a dynamic masterpiece of human vulnerability, akin to the flourish of a cherry-red flamenco dress.

I am the raw essence of fear and vulnerability. Never ceasing to move, never stopping the expression. It is the core of who I am, the only truth I need to remember.

I encounter colors, and they embrace me through my open mouth. It is a love that grows like resilient emerald vines, embracing everything.

I am this magnificent disorder. I cradle my tears, allowing them to lay the foundation for the silver pathways of my future.

Streaming, letting go, a gentle freedom emerges from the smoky mist of all this expression. It is freedom, and I will savor it forever on my tongue.

I am the embodiment of a beautiful mess,
holding within me an inspiring message.
My life is a messenger of extraordinary chaos.
I may not be there yet,
but when I am, life can only leave a dent, not place a bet.

Yes! I am Ifedolapo
I do not give up!!!

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi