“The pursuit of knowledge is never ending. The day you stop seeking knowledge is the day you stop growing.” Brandon Travis Ciaccio
When I learnt as a child that to ask meant always seek knowledge, I never stopped asking and seeking. Jacqueline
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“The pursuit of knowledge is never ending. The day you stop seeking knowledge is the day you stop growing.” Brandon Travis Ciaccio
When I learnt as a child that to ask meant always seek knowledge, I never stopped asking and seeking. Jacqueline
Who are you?
This singular question is one that throws a lot of people off balance and they begin to grapple for adequate answers.
Who are you is not necessarily synonymous with ‘what do you do?’
You could do many different things career-wise over your lifetime, yet remain who you are if those things don’t have any profound effect in changing your intrinsic characteristics.
Are you able to denude yourself by peeling away all the onion layers to find the truth of the being hidden inside?
Our passion can help us uncover who we are as it leads us on the journey of self-discovery, however, our passion can also serve as a mask for not looking deep enough to gain a better understanding of who we are.
It’s only when you know yourself, that you begin to know your purpose.
Keep pondering over this question as often as possible in the solitude of your heart until who you are, crystallizes before your eyes.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Like every mother who has a new baby, you spend time fretting and checking on your baby right, so two day’s after going public with my book, I take another peek in Amazon and see a shiny, brilliant review and that’s just fantastic.
I didn’t expect anything like a review that quickly and even several sales too. Wow!
I feel so tickled and appreciative of the beautiful soul who has taken the time to purchase, read and remark giving my Out of the silent breath a 5 solid star rating.
In the words of the reviewer, I copy and quote:
By Amanda
I’m about half-way through Jacqueline’s poetry book and I have to say I’m in awe and spellbound by her poetry. She is amazing at describing love and life in her poems. She creates such beautiful images with her words. Truly, she is a talented writer and I’m so excited to have her poetry book and to continue reading through it. I find I have to take my time to absorb the feeling and beauty behind her words. Not a fast read, but worth taking the time to explore and find meaning.
I am clapping my hands and joyful. Thank you, Amanda, for this wonderful review and thank you to those who have taken the time to purchase it. I wish I knew who and who it is. A little flower of thanks, I am sending your way
You can support me and buy it here and there 🙂
Jacqueline

Sal’s damp hands, pounding heart, and throbbing temple announced an impending migraine. She struggled to maintain elegant poise before polite company whose smiling faces got on her nerves.
Now and again she felt eyes rest on her in sympathy or surreptitious glances that feigned disinterest.
The champagne tasted like chilled piss and the food held no interest for her.
Here. Where it had all happened, her mind whirred back in painful rewind.
Here was their favourite place to celebrate. First date, proposal, engagement party and every milestone worth celebrating.
She wondered fleetingly how insensitive her sister could be. Of all the places to choose for an engagement party, it has to be Al Fonzi’s. She had contemplated not turning up, but felt it would cause more wagging tongues as she became fodder for dinner discussion, not as if she already wasn’t.
Here, held all the good memories until the ugly incident brought her life to a screeching nightmare.
Here, where Stanford chose to blow his brains across the dinner table in a horrific way.
The room got too claustrophobic, the laughter and music rushed at her as she stood to go to the ladies. Sal succumbed to the encroaching blackness in a dead faint.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Each day, you choose the beats of life that you’ll dance to.
Make each dancing step a good one, since each new day is the first day of the rest of your life.
It’s always lovely to start the week and each day as much as we can with a smile and positive outlook. I find Leannenz Monday memes interesting.
Do have a fruitful and blessed week awesome people.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Mundane Monday challenge is created to find beauty in almost everything.
The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.
It’s just a dinghy wooden trash collector. We have trash cans all over the place here and often take it for granted that they should be there.
Imagine if they were not implanted? Think of the fact that there are cities where heaps of garbage decorates its perimeters.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
“Parents who wonder where the younger generation is going should remember where it came from.” Sam Ewing
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Obstacles. No single existence is devoid of hurdles to jump as they journey through their path in life and these encompasses all living things. The strength of a plant is predetermined from the state of its seed, thus even before we make our grand entry into this World, we possibly started our struggles right from the womb that bore us.
These hurdles come in different forms and in various shapes and sizes. Some knock us so hard on our backside, flat on our faces or at the cusp of a precipice where we are left grasping for release from the clenching holds that threatens to suffocate us to death.
Every human enjoys having a good sense of well-being and in the midst of these trials, a human can literally clutch at straws in the bid to stand upright. They either turn to the bottle, drugs or the Lord, seeking for strength.
Severe depression and suicide are the end result of a life that finds no glimmer of hope at the end of the turbulence that they are passing through. At that point in time, it seems as if the demons that they battle overwhelms and the only way to end the torment would be to stop living.
I have been in very deep pits. I have battled mental health, mental torture, and depression. There have been points in my life where the misery that permeated every pore of me was a living, breathing pain.
One of the instances, I would briefly share for now is when I lost my pre-term child. Please believe me when I say that the pain is beyond words. I carried this beautiful being inside me, but for some reason that I don’t know, I left the hospital after hours of horrendous labour with empty hands.
Fortunately, I have no head for drinks, no penny for drugs and never felt suicidal. I clung to the Cross and to writing. With every fibre in me, I held on and my husband held me.
God, family, friends, books and writing, have been my greatest support. When I am crossing one of my many rivers, I look up above, I look around me and I look forward. Life is a constant battlefield in our minds and except we personally buffer ourselves and wage an onslaught to find peace, we remain subjugated by these trials.
What I have learnt over the years is not to wait for the boat to get rocked, but to be mentally prepared to steer the boat as it rocks, so that I don’t capsize.
A couple of books that helped me when I struggled through these obstacles are, The battlefield of the mind, Your best life begins each morning, Purpose driven life, Women Of Faith Bible and lots more.
Writing my own books has been a challenge of doubt, of wondering if I am good enough. Of constantly questioning myself about who would want to be bothered to read my words when there are billions of books out there, but you know what, I said to myself, Jacqueline, you may not get it right, you may not be the best out there, but my girl, you are definitely more than good enough.
So that’s another hurdle jumped. Publishing my first poetry book is a positive affirmation that indeed, I might stumble in my quest but instead of the obstacles making me fall behind, they will cause me to stumble forward and give me some fulfilment.
Buying my book will go a long way to support me and clicking to purchase from any of those links will possibly earn me a commission of a few cents, but this is yet another curve in my journey. Finding ways to break through the obstacle and earn from the sweat of my brow.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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