Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In golden rays of heartfelt praise,
I pen these words in grateful haze.
To honor thee, my loving mate,
Whose strength and warmth in life, create.

As husband bold, you have held my heart,
With gentle touch and steadfast art.
Through ups and downs, through thick and thin,
Your love, a shelter against life’s din.

A father strong, you guide with grace,
Through every challenge that we face.
With tender hands and wisdom’s might,
You nurture dreams both day and night.

The laughter echoes through our home,
A testament of love you have sown.
You are firm yet gentle, warm and wise,
A beacon in our children’s eyes.

No mountain too high, no task too grand,
You lift our spirits with loving hand.
From fixing woes to lending aid,
Your selfless acts, they never fade.

The burdens of our daily strife,
You ease them, dear, with love and life.
The chores, the tasks, the toilsome days,
You lighten, making smooth our ways.

Each night as I lay by your side,
I am humbled by this joyful tide.
For all you do, for all you are,
I will forever cherish, near or far.

With these verses I proclaim,
My love for you, aflame with fame.
For all the blessings that you share,
I am grateful, dear, beyond compare.

Thank you, love, for all you do,
For being steadfast, strong, and true.
In this wild journey we both share,
You are my oasis, always there.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In the web of norms, we oftentimes tread,
Where hearts are led by what is widely spread,
Marriages entangled in a steadfast sway,
Conformity’s realm where they are meant to stay.

Once love soared freely, a radiant light,
Now hidden beneath societal blight,
Marriages enchained by a rigid code,
Emotions suppressed on conformity’s road.

Society scripts the tale of love’s quest,
A mold for all hearts, a stringent test,
Love’s wings clipped by these societal norms,
Marriages struggle, love’s essence reforms.

Norms demand a façade picture-perfect,
Yet beneath it all, love’s course deflect,
Partners acting roles, prewritten, stale,
Society’s puppeteers weaving their tale.

Gone is love’s fire, once burning so bright,
Replaced by conventions that shroud love’s light,
Marriages adrift in monotony’s sea,
Partners seeking freedom, trying to be free.

Society’s laws judge commitments so stern,
Marriages falter, bridges discern,
Whispers of disapproval, heartache’s refrain,
Love torn asunder, struggling to maintain.

Yet through the labyrinth, love finds its way,
Hearts yearning to flourish, come what may,
Breaking the norms, embracing the unknown,
Love rekindled, seeds of passion sown.

Marriages seek paths to let love bloom anew,
In a world that’s askew, their love they pursue,
Unveiling truths suppressed in the past,
Breaking from norms, love’s die they recast.

Chains of societal fear, let us cast them away,
Rediscover the love that led us astray,
In the depths of norms, love can abide,
Hearts united, love as our guide.

Rise, fearless souls, break conformity’s bounds,
Defy the norms that try to confound,
Marriages ignited, love’s flames set aglow,
A testament to love’s enduring, radiant flow.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

I speak of a land where customs vary,
Where lies a practice called polyandry.
Not like what most know of matrimony,
It is a bond where multiple men share a journey.

No conventional unions of one and one,
In this realm, hearts find a different sun.
For a woman, it’s a love that’s manifold,
A choice to have many husbands to hold.

Oh, polyandry, a tale quite rare,
Where harmony blossoms, beyond compare.
No jealousy in this unique connection,
But a shared commitment, pure affection.

In this love’s grand design,
Brothers in spirit and heart intertwine.
They uplift their beloved, hand in hand,
Serving her with love across the land.

One may ask, how does this come to be?
A delicate balance, love’s vast decree.
For each man brings a special attribute,
Completing the circle, making love acute.

The first husband, a pillar of strength,
Guides with wisdom, shatters pretense.
He’s a rock, a foundation built to last,
Guarding the union, present and steadfast.

The second husband, an artist of passion,
Creating beauty, a sensual fashion.
Paints her dreams on a canvas of desire,
Igniting the flames that never tire.

The third husband, a soul filled with care,
A healer of hearts, erasing despair.
With gentle touch and soothing embrace,
He mends all wounds, unveils inner grace.

Bound together by love’s sacred thread,
Each man finds purpose through paths they tread.
A polyandrous bond, uniquely formed,
Where every husband’s love is transformed.

Oh, polyandry, a paradigm divine,
Where love’s boundaries gracefully intertwine.
In a world where hearts can freely roam,
A love story written outside the norm.

Let us not judge what we do not know,
For love’s vast wonders continue to grow.
In the realm of polyandry’s embrace,
Love’s boundaries expand in endless space.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Photo credit: Nellie, the woman married to three husbands. She conveniently feeds and clothes them. Strange!

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