This is a post swap between Linda and I. Be sure to visit her end and read my own little naughty side 😉
We get to share a short story of each others childhood escapades.
Now, this is called collaboration and we should do more of such things in this space.
Linda’s one of my favourite bloggers in this space and if you haven’t been to Nutsrok, then you, my friend are so seriously missing out on very good chuckles and charming company.
She always has me in stitches and appreciative of life. Her real-life recounts on her growing up years is worth a movie and I don’t exaggerate.
Linda first grade
It was impossible to tell what would land me in trouble when I was a little kid. Mother was impossible to please.
We had a new kitten. I found a kitty surprise in the baby bed and knew for…
The bright light of the Sun
hurt his sunken eyes
even as his pupils fought
to adjust to such ordinariness
which was naked exposure
He felt nothing
no sense of elation
no sense of release
in fact a sense of dread
for he knew not where to begin.
Twenty-two years gone.
Committed for felony
he failed to commit
but criminal justice said it was
and so it has been.
Solitude became his companion
for that length of time
in a cell of total isolation
a short hard crib for a bed
four closing walls as his closest friends.
He clutches his head
for he knows nowhere to go.
He prefers to return
to the silence of his cell
where he communed in himself.
On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be a house, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes since we cannot all be at those places, we could, at least, see them through you.
Souk Al Bahar
Just gazing around
Sitting on the staircase and enjoying the warmth of others
People from here and there
Inside the Souk
The glow of the sun casts a shadow
In the souk
In the souk
Daring Zipliners
In the souk
Some merchants selling their wares
A nice gaudy seat to chill on
Souk walkway
We had some guests over the weekend and visiting Dubai Mall was top on the list for them since it’s their first time in Dubai.
Close to the Dubai mall and the Burj Khalifa is the Souk Al Bahar. One of Dubai’s destinations for Al Fresco dining at its finest with it’s Cafe’s, Pubs and exclusive restaurants.
When you have August visitors in April, you play nice and give them a little treat if possible. So we mixed up the entertainment of showing the landmarks that time would allow, people watching, and enjoying a noisy meal and karaoke in the Cuban restaurant Cafe Habana.
They did the daring zip lining but I didn’t. Maybe on another day when the thought does not send my tummy plummeting 😉
Last Week Echoes took us to different neighbourhoods, hop on let’s go see and we will be glad to see some of yours.
A walk in the village A totally refreshing amble, good food and beautiful things to see. My kind of good time 🙂
Temptation gallery When you visit Jericho and Temptation Mount, prepare your mind to see just anything, even a smart local speaking your native language. It’s a small world.
Jazzy tower I think I can be naughty and if I had the film crew hanging around my backyard, I would probably use the opportunity to do my own filming 😉
Kat of Mercury Colliding takes us on a wander through the museum. I love visiting such places. You get to see an eclectic mix of interesting stuff.
Boy o boy He’s such a big boy that you have to see him for yourself.
Please do share a peek of your neighbourhood/ World with us. Regards
This is a post swap between Linda and I. Be sure to visit her end and read my own little naughty side 😉
We get to share a short story of each others childhood escapades.
Now, this is called collaboration and we should do more of such things in this space.
Linda’s one of my favourite bloggers in this space and if you haven’t been to Nutsrok, then you, my friend are so seriously missing out on very good chuckles and charming company.
She always has me in stitches and appreciative of life. Her real-life recounts on her growing up years is worth a movie and I don’t exaggerate.
Linda first grade
It was impossible to tell what would land me in trouble when I was a little kid. Mother was impossible to please.
We had a new kitten. I found a kitty surprise in the baby bed and knew for a fact Mother wouldn’t be happy, so I went into the kitchen and got Mother’s salad tongs.
She didn’t use them a lot. I picked up the kitty surprise with the tongs and flushed it down the toilet.
The cat poop had been nice and dry and didn’t leave a mark on the clean sheet. Pleased with myself for being helpful, I tossed the salad tongs in the sink and went on my self-satisfied way, without even bragging on myself.
In a few minutes, Mother called me. I found her examining the tongs, critically, looking and sniffing. “Did you use these tongs?”
Proudly, I answered, “Yes, Ma’am. The cat gee-geed in the baby bed and I cleaned it up for you!” I waited humbly for her praise.
You’d have thought I broke a what-not like I had a few times!
“You cleaned up a cat mess with my kitchen tongs and put them back in the sink. Look at the mess left on here! Do you want that on your food? That’s filthy. I’m going to wear you out!”
She got the fly swat and flapped my bottom three times. I hardly felt it, but I was deeply offended at her ingratitude.
She never caught me cleaning up cat gee-gee again with kitchen tongs or anything else.
Like some of you know, it has been a hectic couple of days with my blog placed on quarantine *security alert*.
However, with concerted efforts on my side, your support, the very supportive assistance of WordPress Engineers and Google’s cooperation, my blog has been cleared of the malicious whatamacallit.
What I don’t have is a concrete explanation for what went wrong.
I however, came away with several useful knowledge. Hopefully, over the weekend, I can sit down and put together a quick post as a reference point that someone in such pickle can refer to, assuming the cases are related.
So, to my blog’s bill of health, I say let’s blog on with integrity.
According to my home people, we would say, no dulling my swag 😉
Homecoming when your family loves you irrespective of other perceptions, that’s a beautiful thing. Sarn comes home to the only family he knows, where he’s accepted for who he is and not a magical freak.
At no age does the learning of the mind stop except the strictures that we place on ourselves.
Most times the term being set in our ways that we loosely use is actually a self-imposed and nice way of saying, I don’t want to be bothered to change.
For as long as we can keep our minds open to assimilate knowledge, our inner core is rejuvenated, constantly growing and the perspectives of our horizons remains broad.
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