







Two souls collide, with dreams in their eyes,
Yet fate can be cruel, in love’s disguise.
Promises made, but soon they break,
Leaving hearts shattered, in love’s wake.
Misunderstandings, words that sting,
Love’s gentle melody turned to a painful thing.
Trust erodes like sand in the breeze,
Leaving wounds that time may never ease.
But in these mishaps, there is a chance to grow,
To learn from mistakes, let forgiveness flow.
For love, though it falters, can also mend,
And in its resilience, hearts often blend.
Love’s mishaps? Do not despair,
Embrace the journey, the joys and the wear.
For in the end, through laughter and tears,
Love’s mishaps can lead to enduring years.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

What’s the trait you value most about yourself?
My never-give-up attitude scares even me. Lolsss. When life brings it on, I combat it with this beautiful and priceless trait of mine. It has never failed. I hold it dear! 💕
What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?
The food
The good manners/courtesy
The dresses sense
In twisted shadows of my mind, I passed on,
A soul once bright, now dimmed and gone.
Emotional abuse, a heavy toll it took,
Leaving me drained, like a hollowed book.
The words that cut, like knives in the night,
Left scars that never healed, but only blight.
The love that was meant to lift me high,
Instead, it weighed me down, made me shy.
I passed on, to a place of despair,
Where hope and joy, no longer there.
The pain and fear, they lingered near,
A constant reminder, of what I’d been through.
The memories of laughter, now but a shade,
The warmth of touch, now just a faded shade.
The love that once was, now but a dream,
A dream that I once thought, was my theme.
I passed on, to a place of peace,
Where the pain and hurt, no longer cease.
I found solace, in a silent place,
Where I could heal, and find grace.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi






Strolling down the road where noise is the norm
My silence screamed, a silent storm
Unheard by those who sought to pry
Into the depths where secrets lie
My silence spoke a language rare
A voice that whispered through the air
A web of thoughts untold
With hidden truths, yet to unfold
In the chaos of everyday strife
My silence screamed a vivid life
It painted scenes of endless dreams
And carried hopes on subtle streams
My silence screamed when words fell short
A testament to battles fought
When tears welled up and overflowed
My silence whispered, softly glowed
It roared like thunder, silent still
A force that echoed, heart and will
Through quiet moments, it found its might
Unleashing strength, like stars at night
But in this silence, loud and clear
Resilience grew, and conquered fear
For in the depths of my hushed refrain
A warrior’s spirit rose again
I plead, do not mistake my quiet gaze
For weakness trapped in silent days
For in my silence, you shall see
The power of my voice set free.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

What could you do more of?
Writing
Cooking
Travelling



In love’s embrace, they once believed,
Their hearts entwined, so deeply cleaved.
But trust was shattered, bonds torn asunder,
Leaving their souls to endlessly ponder.
Chorus:
Oh, the walls they built, stone by stone,
Shielding their hearts, alone, alone.
In the wake of betrayal’s cruel thrust,
Their love’s remains turned into dust.
A promise broken, a faith betrayed,
In the ruins of love, they both swayed.
Once open hearts now locked away,
In the fortress of distrust, they’d stay.
Chorus:
Oh, the walls they built, stone by stone,
Shielding their hearts, alone, alone.
In the wake of betrayal’s cruel thrust,
Their love’s remains turned into dust.
The scars still fresh, the wounds still bleed,
As they nurtured anger and pain’s dark seed.
But within those walls, they found some peace,
A fragile refuge from love’s cruel caprice.
Chorus:
Oh, the walls they built, stone by stone,
Shielding their hearts, alone, alone.
In the wake of betrayal’s cruel thrust,
Their love’s remains turned into dust.
Yet, in the quiet of the darkest night,
They wondered if they had chosen right.
For while walls may keep hurt at bay,
They also keep love’s light at bay.
Chorus:
Oh, the walls they built, stone by stone,
Shielding their hearts, alone, alone.
In the wake of betrayal’s cruel thrust,
Their love’s remains turned into dust.
In the end, they learned a painful art,
To protect their hearts, they had built a fort.
But within those walls, a longing grew,
For love to mend what betrayal once slew.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
