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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
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Hop in, grab a drink and let’s get this party started.
You are most welcome do make yourself comfortable.
Refreshments are nicely arranged down the page: Drinks, Chocolates, Cakes, Donuts, freshly squeezed juice, Coffee, Tea and so much more. 
We even have an Intercontinental Chef in the house. Go right ahead  and place your orders
Just the little rules of play:
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Hop in, grab a drink and let’s get this party started.
You are most welcome do make yourself comfortable.
Refreshments are nicely arranged down the page: Drinks, Chocolates, Cakes, Donuts, freshly squeezed juice, Coffee, Tea and so much more.
We even have an Intercontinental Chef in the house. Go right ahead  and place your orders
Just the little rules of play:
There we have it. Since all the rules have been clearly explained, have fun and make the most of it
Thank you for coming to my party and supporting my blog. You rock.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha.
Below are little games you might want to participate in while you imbibe all the food, drinks, and good music.
Attempt the Riddle, exercise your brain
A farmer is trying to cross a river with a bag of corn, a hen, and a fox. The farmer’s boat is only big enough to take himself and one other item per trip. The hen cannot be left alone with the corn or she will eat it. Likewise, the fox cannot be left with the hen, or the hen will be eaten. How does the farmer get all three items across the river?
Spot the difference
Add to the story below
He read the letter for the third time, Â shook his head and slammed his palm on the wooden desk.
The poor old desk groaned under the force of his strength.
“Someone has a question to answer,” Hunter growled.
…..You can continue from here 🙂
Entertainment is this way. We don’t skimp on things in my house, so please help yourself 🙂
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I feel a deep sense of release. I don’t know how to express my thoughts. It’s been a climb and sometimes a dip, but I knew that one day, I will arrive at this juncture.
Except I sit with you over a cup of tea, maybe only then will you really understand my journey – one day, I shall speak of these things.
To all those who have supported me to this point, I remain ever grateful. You have no idea what your friendship means to me and how far it’s taken me.
I present to you – even though some of you had a sneak cover peek, it was tweaked a bit – my poetry book. I laughed writing some, I bled writing some, I sighed writing some and I cried writing some.
It’s all Glory to Him. He made it possible.
It’s available on Amazon-Kindle and Smashwords and…
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I feel a deep sense of release. I don’t know how to express my thoughts. It’s been a climb and sometimes a dip, but I knew that one day, I will arrive at this juncture.
Except I sit with you over a cup of tea, maybe only then will you really understand my journey – one day, I shall speak of these things.
To all those who have supported me to this point, I remain ever grateful. You have no idea what your friendship means to me and how far it’s taken me.
I present to you – even though some of you had a sneak cover peek, it was tweaked a bit – my poetry book. I laughed writing some, I bled writing some, I sighed writing some and I cried writing some.
It’s all Glory to Him. He made it possible.
It’s available on Amazon-Kindle and Smashwords and it will be an utmost delight if even only one person buys it.
I have also set it up at both ends of my sidebar as a source of motivation.
Now let me go and finish working on a compilation of the short stories that I hope to publish in June.
My thanks and utmost regards.
Remain blessed.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Glasses of fresh squeezed juice
A dash of tequila or two
a slice of cake
for you to take
and some kebabs
on the make.
There’ll be soft smooth jazz
with a bit of bass
and a cool DJ, who’s a lovely lass.
Party venue: Here. The party link will go live tomorrow.
Date and time: 30 Apr/1st May from dusk till dawn, we party hard.
You’ll be glad you came.
Please share and share. Thank you and looking forward to seeing you.
Jacqueline
The Vicar looked ill. He looked more like a man facing the guillotine than one who was performing the rites of matrimony. His heart hurt as he faced the couple. She looked as beautiful as ever, and he wondered how he would keep up with serving the parish and listen to her sweet singing voice in the choir.
He would have preferred to avoid being here, he could have asked for a replacement with a preposterous excuse – in fact, it wouldn’t have been an excuse that he had the runs – yet his sense of preservation deserted him.
His lips were dry, his stomach churned and his voice croaked and squeaked at the same time as he asked the question “If anyone has a reason for these two not to wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
The air in the chapel shrunk in silence. No one expected an answer to a question that was simply a formality and all the heads swung in the direction of the back pew from where a voice had said an emphatic yes.
The old groundskeeper stood. Nodding to the Vicar, he said in his booming and gentle voice ”my boy, don’t you think you’ve got something to say to the congregation?”
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
P.S...I leave it to you to find a fitting end to this story. What do you think transpired?
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Today’s featured blogs are:
How to be remembered from Pamela: It’s never an easy thinking to do. How we want to be remembered. I am thinking about mine. Yes, I know that it might be long, but thinking about what I want, means that I have to live up to it. What will your epitaph read? Here lies …
Dear World, bye Some posts leave you feeling so helpless and not knowing what to say and this post left me sad! I did say something though and this was my comment:
Such a sad and profound read. I hope that writing these pains out will help you find some peace within you and a bit of joy in the World. I have no idea what the enormity of your pain is, but I do know that when I was in such a dark place myself and though it wasn’t easy, I turned up my face to the light and clung. Peace be with you Maline.
Tween God and me car There are times when we just know things because our sixth sense of the Spirit tells us. It might sound incredulous to some people, but it happens every day when you open your mind and believe.
Defensive Sarn’s story ‘curse breaker’ arouses all manners of emotions in a reader. From annoyance, to wonder, to perplexed agitation, to intrigue and suspense…
‘Do you want more eyes on your words?’
Well then, add your LINK INTO THIS LOOP.
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Thank you for your understanding and regards.
‘We create a cohesive community when we come together.’
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Every tattoo has a little story behind it. I wonder what the story to the flowers on her legs. Hmm, I should have asked, now I’m wishing I did 😉
Keep a date this weekend. Thank you 😊
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Are you looking for fresh blood, erm I mean fresh blog to mingle with?
Are you friend, foe, neighbour or Island?
A party pooper or a party lover?
Whatever category you may find yourself, join us for our monthly shindig. It’s always fun and good blast.
Just in case you are still weighing the benefits, here are some of the reasons why you should party down 😉
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