It’s a given that the most beautiful humans that I see once I wake up each morning are my family.
My dear Himself – if he is not out of town and our lovely blessings – The children. They are never far from me. Hmm, come to think of it, it seems a selfie holiday is loooong overdue; though I doubt if that vacation will be as much fun without them.
Without doubts, I love them very much and I refer to them as ”ndi nkem, nji eme onu” in my native language which means, ”my very own that I am proud of. My jewels of inestimable value.
However, they are not the ones that I want to talk briefly about right away.
The ones that I want to discuss lightly are those strangers that cross my path of life on this strip.
Most mornings, after my folks, the next batch of people I always run into are the friendly porters who I think are from Pakistan and Philippines and because these ones have been friendly, I have not yet cast them as villains in any of my short stories, just Mr. PT who I turned into a nice portly porter in a short series that I am writing.
They are followed by other folks from wherever, whom I meet sometimes in the lift, on the walkway, if I am taking a brisk morning stroll or at the children’s school and so on.
They consist of proud Emiratis and Saudi Arabians, the fair Russians, the Ugandans, the Ethiopians, lots of Indians, more Filipinos and Pakistanis and others that I am yet to discover where they are from.
Sometimes they reward you with a mere upturn of their lips in a forced smile (usually from the more western ones) and a lot of times with a glare of a look.
There are two particular fellows I love to cast as villains in my mind.
I meet them mostly at the neighbourhood gym where they hog the machines like cyborgs and get so annoying with their showing off exercising skill – my green jealous eye is wiggling here.
Hear me out, one of them sweats over the machines and does not bother to wipe it down after use. Urrgh!
The other one runs on the thread mill at an unbelievable speed and his heavy footing makes so much noise, that I can virtually see the tongue of the poor machine hanging out as it pants in exhaustion while holding on to dear life.
Thankfully, I tune them out with my headphones and just enjoy turning them into imps and ogres in my mind.
I am still searching for the character to cast as a shiny hero that will slay their monstrous behaviour and turn them into pumpkins.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Love the description of the guys at the gym. Made me laugh out loud!
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I had to start seeing them in a humourous light because at the initial stage, they irritated me. Thank you for your comments and visit. I do so appreciate them 🙂
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I also loved the description of the guys at the gym. Oh, my!
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Sometimes we meet some uncouth characters. I guess that’s how the World works. With so many different types of humans. Thank you for your delightful comments, I appreciate.
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Oh, I was transported to your gym, and I just saw those two-and agree completely! 🙂
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Thank you Deb for visiting today and for your lovely comments. I appreciate 🙂
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I do not understand people sometimes, you are so sweet and open, how could they not smile at you? ?
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Aww Diane, thank you for saying that. I think the culture over here is a bit stiff, maybe that’s why.
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Ha what an image dear lady….you have a thread oh that’s too funny I know it tread mill. Makes ogre on a string lol chuckle thanks I need one been under weather as they say here
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So sorry love. It’s all in the weather. Do take it easy. Kind regards 🙂
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That’s just gross…not wiping down machines, especially with that much sweat…which is why I never fail to wipe down before and after each use. Just can’t depend on others to always do their part! I do hope you can find a way to make those two characters pay….as I’m sure you’ve cooked up many different scenarios by now! 😀
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Don’t mind the ignorant guys. I have definitely cooked up so many scenarios and waiting to play them out 😉
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Ugh I know the sort!
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Sis, they are just some awkward characters!
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Very great post I had to laugh!!
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Mama, they are simply some characters :). Thank you.
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Very good post! About the people who don’t smile or do so only reluctantly…I’ve met them! I always smile at people in stores or other places, and I’ve found that in some areas of the world that is always returned, others they will just ignore ya. I always chat away with people, but my kids think it’s too much sometimes. My husband was like me in that respect, he would talk to anyone, anytime, anywhere. Like most husbands he knew everything, so he could discuss anything. Where I live in Ohio people are pretty friendly, and down south also in most places.
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I find it a bit daunting to see frowning faces. I don’t expect people to go around laughing foolishly, but some courtesy is not a bad idea. I do like to chat quite a bit but over here, I thank their culture is a bit prohibitive.
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I’ve been known to try to chit chat with a soldiers at check points… 🙂
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Oh my! I have engaged officers in a chit-chat before and they were quite warm 🙂 We do share quite a bit in common.
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Lol, boy oh boy, you live around interesting characters.
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Honestly, it’s an interesting place to be 🙂
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