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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
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I have a bird in hand
It’s worth more than two birds in the bush
You have a bird in hand
It’s worth more than several birds in the bush
We have a bird in hand
It’s got to worth more than that President in the bush.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy
From the illogical to the nonsensical, Day 6 invites you to explore Fallacy,
Courtesy of the devious @jdoublep.
The Sun only rises
When Cocky the rooster crows.
So, we must blame it on that Lazy Rooster
Who was feeling like such a hipster
And failed in his morning’s duty roster,
He neither cockled earlier nor harder,
And the Sun overslept, failing to rise faster,
Which made us lazy and we woke up a little later.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy
From the illogical to the nonsensical, Day 6 invites you to explore Fallacy,
Courtesy of the devious @jdoublep.
It’s been a couple of weeks since Tess bothered to connect with anyone online.
A number of pings had come in, but she was tired of trying to imagine who the real person was; behind the eyes and their best profiles showing off their best angles.
After her last dates debacle, she was a bit down in dating spirit and also leery about jumping back into the fray.
She had no idea what kind of fish she might catch again. Would it be a friendly snapper, a piranha, a barracuda, an octopus or an outright snarky shark. Her man fishing luck hadn’t yet yielded much dividend.
Mark looked like a decent sort according to the online matching criteria and their brief chats whetted her appetite to meet him.
”Okay! This is one more taking a chance. Third time lucky or simply not.”
No dressing to the nines for this particular date. A nice pair of slacks paired with soft flowery cashmere blouse and comfortable pumps, she was good to go.
They had agreed to meet at Mid-Point, a pub favoured by the young and smart.
She waited for twenty minutes in her little car, admired her shiny new nail polish and when she felt certain that he would have arrived, she strolled into the crowded pub.
It’s Friday evening and the happy hour crowd were gathered in little cliques.
She paused for a bit as her eyes did a quick scan of the room to identify the face that had stared back at her over the past few days.
He had proposed skyping but she still didn’t get the hang of it and for some reason the idea didn’t quite gel with her.
”Hello Tess?” A hesitant voice that belonged to a pleasant faced looking chap asked as he stepped up to her.
With her acknowledgement, they got seated in a nice spot which offered vantage view of the pubs goings-on.
”He looks okay.” Her little sensible voice argued with her cheekier goddess voice that thought Mark had no ‘oomph’ about him.
”Well, those ones who have loads of oomph always seem to have baggage of trouble as well, remember Tim?” Sensible voice reminded inner goddess.
Soon enough they had their orders placed and got down to having a chat.
”Hmm! This is really delicious. Thank you for telling me to choose this.” Taking a long sip of the Chipotle grapefruit margarita, Tess expressed her delight with the drink.
”It’s really good right? That’s Shawna’s favorite drink too.” Realizing his gaffe, he quickly tried to cover it up, but, it did not take a long time for Tess to realize that Mark was still totally hung up on his ex-girlfriend.
Every tail of their discussion found a way of swinging back to his past relationship, to his sadness, bitterness and disappointment.
It came as no surprise to learn that Mid-point was Mark and Shawna’s fave pub. He probably kept coming back in hope of catching a glimpse of his ex.
It was embarrassing for Tess to watch as his eyes involuntarily kept drifting around in expectation.
From all indications, he was simply on a rebound and if Shawn changed her mind and came back to him, any unlucky new lady involved with Mark would be dropped like hot potato.
He was a nice chap, from all indications, but he just wasn’t the one for her.
Her heart went out to the nice young man seated before her. She knew what it felt like to love someone who just didn’t love you back.
She had been in such a relationship in the past and had no intentions of investing her emotions anymore in a one-sided affair. She felt sorry for Mark but not sorry enough to be a second fiddle.
Her man was somewhere out there waiting to find her, but she wasn’t sure it was going to be online.
Her nerves couldn’t take all the dating anxiety and gambles like Kate had. There has to be a better way but she is yet to find it.
To be continued…Part 1,Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Like you already know, I love digging in the neighbours yard. One never knows the treasures that may be found within. I present to you this bits that I found:
Tasha has a way of putting a smile on this face of mine with her post blogging buddies.
A worthwhile life lesson for children from Two Cents For You.
This brief quote shared by Amra is self-explanatory.
I think I like Rollingblogger’s thought process. What do you think?
If this doesn’t make you smile, I wonder what else will? Elemental healing.
and From my very own home girl and sister blogger OBA enjoy her lovely Christmas release. Just follow the YouTube link below.
My kind regards to you all and have a good week ahead 🙂
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Did someone mention flaws? Oh dear!
My heap of clay feet is so huge that it’s too heavy to be placed on a pedestal. I am covered in bruises of flaws.
I am bandaged and sore all over from the blight of character that I suffer.
Grace and mercy saved me from the blisters of slavery to my flaws and I hardly know where to start, but what I know for sure is that I am truly glad for the gift of self acceptance and discovery.
Before I got married and had children, my patience level was low and needed room for improvement. In simple terms, I did not suffer fools gladly.
However, with the arrival of my darling, yours truly, my young patience was stretched thin, that there were times I wondered if God was having a chuckle as fate deliberately paired me with a man who is my direct opposite and who would drive me crazy with his own eccentricities.
Then the arrival of children stretched it further, yet, surprisingly made it stronger and more elastic to such an extent that the level of my patience in recent times astounds even me at times.
I used to worry incessantly. I worried about my family. I worried about tomorrow. I worried about the state of the World and everything worth worrying about up until the ministrations of the Holy Spirit made me realize that worrying about issues beyond my control was simply exhausting, fruitless and non-purposeful.
I learnt to start casting my burdens unto The Lord as minutiae as they may be and over time, I have noticed so much improved difference. The trials and lessons were actually meant for my own long term benefit.
It’s really an endless list but, something that I know for sure is that, not only is my evolution a transforming liberation for me, but also a spiritually refining progress.
Without doubts no one can claim to be flawless. Even the Saints were Sinners at some point in time in their lives.
Now I see my flaws as my beauty spots 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Flawed.
What is your worst quality?
This is not what it was meant to look like.
It’s a steady steam of Christmas lighting, but just as I set my fingers to snap, my young son jostled me from the back and it went wonky…
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The Daily Post Photo Challenge oops!
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Day or Night
Cold or Wet
Hot or Dry
The day is bright
It’s all in the mind.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Have a good day today, where ever you are. Shalom
Without much ado, if I had one shot as a Super Power to change the law of Nature, I have no need to set my eye’s too far.
I will weave my spell that all mankind will have innate and undeniable abilities to love selflessly, without prejudice.
Wouldn’t that be out-rightly peachy?
If we take our minds off for a moment and think of everything that plagues mankind and where it emanates from, we would find that the deep roots of all problems simply generates from lack or insufficient love.
Insufficient love for God gives birth to disobedience, lack of trust, dishonesty, wickedness and a long list of negativity.
Our inner spirit’s are forever in a state of turmoil due to this disobedience and consequently gives birth to its own fruits; from self fulfilling hatred that is cascaded down to others – because, one cannot give that which they lack – to avarice and greed, envy, corruption, moral decrepitude and an endless list of vices.
Indeed where there is no love, there in lies a multitude of sins.
So, it’s got to be love all the way, if I had my way to some hocus-pocus.
When we love we respect. When we love we are patient and kind. When we love we care. When we love we are understanding. When we love we are generous with our laughter, our light, our riches and ourselves. When we love we are not proud. When we love there is absence of greed and self-seeking. When we love we are free.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post If I ruled the World.
You’ve been given the superpower to change one law of nature. How do you use it?
”There are three things that last; Faith, Hope and Love but the greatest of all these is Love.” 1 Cor – 13:13
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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 5 – Freedom
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LIVING FREE…
May I live
Unafraid to breathe
Free from a choke-hold
That becomes a stronghold
May I live
Unafraid to live
Clinging to my expectations
With feral desperation
SHARING FREELY…
May I share space
Unafraid of being encased
Free from condemnation of race
That becomes a strong base
Purple, White, Olive, Black and every hue within
May I share space
Knowing that we are first a human race
…And all blood are red in this place.
BELIEVE FREELY…
May I speak of belief
Unafraid and in relief
Free from contentious eyes of disbelief
That becomes thresholds of grief
May I wear my mask of belief
Understanding that to achieve
Peace would be a welcome reprieve
…Which we must seek to retrieve.
LOVING FREELY…
May I love you
Unafraid to be bound to you
Free from censors of broken whispers
That becomes harbingers of cold shivers
May I love freely my love
Unafraid to expose my naked bust
Knowing that in you lies my trust
Encased in the warm embrace of your love.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 5 Freedom
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