What are you most worried about for the future?
Loneliness. Empty nest.
My kids are girls. I am worried that one day when they get married and leave for their husbands houses, I and my husband will be alone again. Lols. Selfish right?
But the joy of it is that God has.not given us the spirit of fear. It is bound to happen one day, a day I will hear “Mom, my boyfriend proposed – we are getting married?”.
In a somber cell, I once did dwell,
Accused of deeds, they claimed so foul,
A young lady’s heart, now a prisoner’s shell,
Innocence lost, my fate was dour.
They spoke of murder, cold and cruel,
A crime I did not dare commit,
Yet, in the court, their words were fuel,
And there I stood, condemned to sit.
Oh, fate, how can you be so unkind?
To snatch my life and dreams away,
Injustice clouds my troubled mind,
And darkness veils this fateful day.
I pled and begged, but none would hear,
The truth obscured by lies and hate,
They did not see my falling tear,
My heart in chains, my soul’s sad state.
I called upon the wind and rain,
To wash away this damning lie,
I called upon the earth’s domain,
To shake the truth, no more to deny.
The spirits of the dead I sought,
To bear witness to my plight,
To prove my innocence, I fought,
To set me free from this cruel night.
But all in vain, the gavel fell,
And death’s cold grip had claimed its prize,
In sorrow’s grasp, I bid farewell,
As tears streamed down from saddened eyes.
Led to the chair, I took my stand,
A pawn in the hands of the law,
Electric currents, like a brand,
A heart-wrenching fate that none foresaw.
In that dark room, my life did end,
Innocence lost, a soul set free,
With one last plea, I did ascend,
“My friends, I tried, you see”
To those who hear my mournful tale,
Be cautious with the judgments made,
For innocence can oft assail,
And hearts, once pure, by lies degrade.
Let my story be a stark call,
To seek the truth, no matter the cost,
For in the end, it is not the fall,
But how we stood, no matter the loss.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
What makes a teacher great?
Knowing what to teach, who to teach, when to teach and how to teach it.
I sought your help, my troubles were real,
Facing a mountain that seemed surreal.
I thought you’d bring comfort, make me stable,
But your words came crashing, like double trouble.
Responsibility, you said I must bear,
Accountability for savings to declare.
Unfashionable, you claimed with disdain,
But my character, unshakable, will always remain.
I listened in silence, defenseless and meek,
Your hurtful words, unforgettable and bleak.
Unreasonable, you were, without a doubt,
If only I knew, I would have sought a way out.
Retaining nothing, your advice gone astray,
Leaving me vulnerable, with nothing to say.
You shattered my spirit, poured on the pain,
Double trouble, like an unyielding chain.
Disreputable, you urged me to be,
But that path felt wrong, unattainable for me.
Unstoppable, you said, through actions obscene,
But I could not comply, it just was not my scene.
Your words were jumbled, nonsensical and unclear,
All because I needed help, something you didn’t adhere.
Disrespectable, you proved to be,
The only option available, you see.
Indelible marks, your words left behind,
Making my situation seem laughably unkind.
You went too far, with your double trouble,
A harsh reminder, my struggles made double.
Impossible, you claimed my request to be,
No intention to help, leaving me feeling so empty.
Terrible, I feel, thanks to your tongue-lashing spree,
Uncomfortable moments, inflicted by thee.
I faced financial trouble, unstable and dire,
And you added insult, fueling the fire.
Commendable, you thought your character alone,
But humility and resilience, I have shown.
This far and single, yet I won’t grumble,
Believing in God’s timing, remaining humble.
Do not judge me by reproach, it is not commendable,
Mr. Double Trouble, your words are dispensable.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
The love
I once believed was true,
Merely infatuation it turned out to be,
A shadow, dark and consuming,
Unbeknownst, it swallowed me whole,
Leaving me breathless, shedding tears,
Each drop, a testament to my weariness.
Seeking help, I cried out,
My voice echoing until my throat revolted,
Silence enveloped the air,
While voices echoed within my mind.
Is this love, I questioned,
One that traps you, shackling your feet,
And binds your hands with handcuffs?
Is this what you call love,
A heart left bleeding, emotions deeply scarred?
I made a choice to break free,
To escape the clutches of love’s confinement,
Years it took, but I emerged alive.
And now you expect me to return,
To that abyss of darkness once more?
Absolutely not!
For your information, I abandoned love,
Many years ago,
No matter how beautifully packaged,
It remains love,
And for me, it is a resounding no.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Have you ever had surgery? What for?
I was pregnant of my last baby and really had so many complications. A day to my EDD, I walked into the hospital and told the Doctor that I would love to have my baby through Cesarian Operation
I was prepared and wheeled to the Theatre, given epidural and my baby came out twenty minutes after on the 2nd of April, 2022. – A bouncing baby girl
Look around and see where shadows cast their gloom,
Where doubt and sorrow find their room,
Be intentional, let your spirit rise,
Embrace the joy, claim your own skies.
Amidst the noise of judgment’s cruel game,
Let not your worth be tarnished, bear no shame,
For within your heart, a flame does burn,
A self-love fierce, lessons to learn.
When storms of criticism loudly roar,
Stand tall, rooted in your inner core,
Find solace in the whispers of your soul,
For happiness thrives when you’re whole.
In a sea of doubts, let your light shine,
Unveil the truth that lies within the divine,
Embrace your flaws, they make you strong,
Be intentional, dance to your own song.
My dear soul, amidst life’s ebb and flow,
Choose self-acceptance, let it glow,
For happiness resides in the depths of your being,
Embrace yourself, and keep on believing.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
It’s a New Month, stay intentional!
What are your daily habits?
Writing is a daily habit I can never let go of. I can do without every other thing but writing.
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 