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Just my two cents worth of an opinion….

baby in the womb

Yesterday as I went through my mails to read the posts of fellow bloggers, an article from A Loco Viva Voce  on birth control and unconventional methods piqued my interest and I decided to follow my nose to see if anything new has been discovered.

Well, to my disappointment no new methods have been found but I became privy to titillating gossip that Kate Middleton could be expecting another child – mind you this is still at rumor stage. Of course, my investigative senses couldn’t resist this morsel of information so I followed the link.

Digesting the rumor and the attendant comments of busy-bodies, I left a comment on A Loco Viva Voce’s blog which reads:

“Interesting! Let’s not be hasty in casting aspersions at anyone yet for getting pregnant a tad too early if that rumor is true. So many people have been caught in the heat of the moment 😉

I had a whole lot that I wanted to say about the post and the rumor which we can twist around from here to seven Sundays, but I will just stick to a few observations.

About the birth control methods:

I wanted to express my disappointment that after reviewing the proposed methods of birth control, it is still the same proffered methods that have been available for decades, which are by the way heavily skewed to the female gender. That no new alternatives have been developed for the menfolk asides from good old condom and abstinence (when they are forced to abstain).

I have been privy of a situation where a lady got pregnant after a failed family planning method and her husband went bonkers. It took the intervention of third parties to calm the swirling emotions (and my question was, did he not participate in the act? Is the responsibility of planning their family not for both of them? A whole new conversation in itself).

I have also been privy to the situation of a friend who got sterilized based on her husbands insistence, whilst he guarded his family jewels and continued his licentious affair with the nanny. Today, they are separated and she regrets getting sterilized.

Where am I heading to with these examples, you might care to ask?

My question is: Why is it that the pertinent issue of family planning seems to be borne by women mostly and in a whole lot of instances, prolonged application of some of these methods leads to one health complication or the other? When will more inroads be made to develop alternate methods for men? Some pills should be good for them too 😉

Let’s not delve into the moral side of these things for now.

About the Rumor:

In the case of Kate Middleton getting pregnant shortly after having a baby:

I wanted to say, whose business is it anyway? The last time I checked, they are legally married and it is their prerogative what they choose to do in their matrimonial home.

I wanted to add that it is not our affair to dictate to a married couple how many kids they should have and how they should have them – except in the circumstance of life and death.

I needed to voice an opinion that sometimes these accidents do happen in the bedroom shortly after a new baby, because at the best of times, even the best of brains tend to become scrambled when looking after very young ones.

Is there an explanation as to why she gets insulted for an act that is her marital right and indulged in by both parties – it is not as if she was caught in flagrante delicto with an outsider?

About the comments people made:

I wanted to remind people that, in as much as there is freedom of expression and the anonymity which the virtual World offers, it is wrong to write very insulting commentary about others – but then again, we have some miserable humans and in a World where leaders and Presidential aspirants can spout virulent nonsense, anything is almost permissible.

We should remember that our manners count both online and offline.

Whose business is it anyway?

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to: Writing 101 – Day 8: Expand a comment

 

 

 

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My Narcississtic Self Tooting it’s Horns….

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “These Horns Were Made for Tooting.”

Strong woman

It almost borders on narcissism to talk about oneself with any form of adulation. It is as if you are opening up a voyeuristic door into the heart of your soul; but self-confidence requires sometimes, that we push the shackles of shyness aside and come out of our self-imposed shells, allowing eyes, ears and minds to take a glimpse into our soft core.

The softness of my core has been built with Resilience and Adaptive strength that even tends to surprise me as well. Having weathered some very discomfiting and turbulent seasons in my life, I have only come out more refined and stronger.

I sincerely do not accord this character trait to my individual strength, but to the Grace of God which abounds and has proven to be enduring.

Bearing grudges is to harbor pain and a waste of time by allowing someone to occupy rent-free space in my head. Thus said, for some reason which I cannot decipher, I do not indulge in creating expectations from anyone, that way I have no lingering feelings of disappointment if they should fail to meet such expectations.

By so doing, every little warm gesture becomes a pleasure to be savored.

As much as I like lovely, expensive things 😉 I am very, very contented with simple things.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Inspiration - Motivation · Poetry/Poems · Writing

I put it to you….

1442285038556I have learnt that your happiness is that which you seek diligently. That you should grab it with both hands and guard it like chosen treasure.

That the state of happiness can be a cultivated state of mind, by applying simple but life changing attitudes.

  • A forgiving heart and a generous spirit.
  • Learning to turn mistakes into lessons.
  • Always revert within and seek your inner peace.
  • Leave the sweating of the small stuff behind.
  • Be grateful and thankful always.
  • Learn to love yourself and cascade it to others.
  • Build relationships.
  • Drop the mental slavery and stop dwelling on the past. It will never come back.
  • Spend your time on meaningful ways of looking forward to the future.
  • Rough it through even though it might start out difficult, that situation too shall pass.

Let me share with you a little article I wrote a while ago:

Your real home lies within you.
Not the bricks and mortar house of glamor that you reside in.

All painted and glossy with every top of the range appliance that money can buy.

That my friend, is just your physical abode.

Your real home lies within you,

Yet the home within you is neglected, in shambles and in quandary,

That even a stray pet would not want to live in there,

Take care of the real home that lies within you;

Fill it with good things,

A large portion of love,

A fresh harvest of thanksgiving

A handful of forgiveness,

Some tablespoons of honesty,

A jug of faith,

A dash of loyalty,

An ounce of friendship,

Three tablespoons of tenderness,

A whole shake of patience,

One big barrel of laughter

And a large dose of prayer.

Blend it all together, and bake it in the oven of your heart with a pan of Hope until it is well done.

Serve your guests daily with generous portions,
And your real home will definitely gleam with splendor.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to: Writing 101 – Day 7: Hook ’em with a quote

Creative Writing · Fiction · Weave that Dream · Writing

Nana’s Essence…

This post is for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge, run by Priceless Joy. This week’s photo prompt was provided by her. Thank you ma’am!  The challenge is that you write a story of 75-175 words inspired by the photo prompt below. I hope you like it

Rainy image

Tommy sprawls on his stomach on the thick paisley rug by the fireplace. His crooked elbows supporting his head, as he gazes at Nana with rapt attention.

In her favorite rocking chair, her shawl around her shoulders and Jack-sparrow at her feet, her little round glasses keeps sliding down her nose, when she chuckles.

He loves Nana dearly and her tales are full of magic. Time spent with her are precious.

He enjoys such special nights; the room is warm and toasty, despite the downpour. Cups of warm cocoa with marshmallows and buttery toast are just the thing. Nana’s pecan pie; the best in the entire county. The scents of spices all form a sense of coziness in their hearth.

Stretching his limber frame, his dreamy senses are roused by whispering voices and the waft of vanilla essence. Thomas pads over to his kitchen, brews a cup of coffee and sits by the misty window watching the rain drops.

He startles as a shadow of an orange floral shawl and a limping dog float by. Rushing to open the window, scents of nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla and other spices float in.

Time to finish writing Nana’s tales, he tells himself.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Blogging · Inspiration - Motivation · Writing

A shove in the right direction….

Goal setting

Isn’t it peachy and very ambitious of me to lump in doing Writing 101 and Blogging 201 along with the busy-ness of my life hmm!

Truly, the bargaining chick in me saw the offer as a BOGOF (buy one get one free) and couldn’t resist biting the bait.

Well, sometimes, I guess we need these extra push to step out of our comfort zone and push our limits just a bit harder. Well, lets see how far I fare with the heat under my butt 😉

I love blogging because I have so many tales to tell and it would be selfish to keep them all to myself, what do you think?

I decided to start blogging because writing stuff down on notebooks no longer satisfied me. Writing gives clarity to my thinking process and helps me focus on the goals ahead.

If by chance of passing through this corridor, I gain notoriety as a leader in my field, that would be absolutely delightful.

If per chance I continue to connect with more fantastic bloggers; like I am doing right now, then I would be very glad and enriched with the presence of beautiful souls.

If per chance I am able to succeed in snagging a book contract or self-publish, then that would be a complete circle of success.

At each point in time, it is worthwhile to review one’s goals, fine tune them where necessary and ramp them up as well if need be and in that spirit, I want to keep my goals simple and feasible.goal_setting 2

  • Double my social media network by the end of 2015.
  • Add a bi-monthly series feature to my blog on or before September 30th.
  • Visit and socialize a bit more with my followers and discover new blogs each week.
  • Keep my nose on the grind and get the draft of one of my novel’s completed by 31st November.

Now let me not get too ambitious and just leave it at that.

Let me know what you think, please?

Thank you and regards.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to Blogging 201: Day One: Set Three Goals

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Fomenting Ideas…..

1442208754257For me, ideas can be formulated anywhere. It could be in the market square, a shopping mall, in a moving vehicle, in the shower, from a shared conversation, at the park, in the gym and the list goes on.

Everywhere serves as a potential generator of a thought, a poem, a story or even a joke. My ears and my eyes are my first major supplies for writing. My notepads, my Hello Kitty assistant purse filled with multi-colored pencils, pens, eraser, sharpener and God knows what else is inside are my second supplies and are easier to lug around.

When I am out and about (taking a walk) without these items, my phone steps in to the rescue; should anything that might be deemed interesting pops up. Sometimes, I deliberately visit a place of interest to gain more depth for an article that I am working on; for example, I had to walk into a police station at Jersey Village to ask some questions about something that I was writing on and they were very forthcoming. People usually are forthcoming when you ask nicely 🙂

My fomented ideas are transcribed into legible content on my laptop during the wee hours of the morning when the household still sleeps or alternatively, after the dust of the days activities have settled.

I prefer to work in a well lit room, on a comfortable chair with some cushioning for my tush 😉 and a good reading table to spread my paraphernalia for writing and then, I am good to go.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In respect of Writing 101 Day 6 assignment: The Space to Write

Fiction · Writing

Excerpt of my Work in Progress… 777 Challenge

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I am excited to participate in the 777 Writer’s Challenge and the invitation was extended by a generous fellow blogger Kay Morris.

The rules are:

  • I am to go to the 7th page of my Work-in-progress.
  • Find the 7th sentence on that page, and then paste the following 7 sentences into my blog post.
  • Select 7 other writers for the challenge!

Without any hesitation, I am very passionate about writing but I am still a fledgling on this chosen part that I thread on, so it is a bit daunting and with slight trepidation that I will be posting something from a novel which I am still brewing.

It’s a challenge which I reckon will toughen my writing backbone some more. Two drafts from my first two novels are 70% done and I am looking for the push to complete at least one of them before the end of November.

No one has perused these work at all; not even a sentence, so I bare the 7th page, the 7th sentence and the following 7 sentences into my post for you:

I was not yet a confirmed convict resigned to fate in prison, and I felt that telling an incomplete story was pure bad luck.

I felt that maybe not talking about it would make the nightmare of incarceration go away.

I spent my time in desperate ennui and missing my daughter left such a hollow feeling. Even though I knew that she would be safe with my sister, I had no doubt that she must be in a complete state of turmoil.

Her fractured, struggling mind would be unable to process such calamitous situation. Blessing and I had never been apart for more than a couple of hours since I gave birth to her almost six years ago, more so because of her health condition.

I silently wondered what would become of my daughter if I were to get stuck behind bars.

I would like to encourage the following bloggers whom I picked randomly, to join the fun and participate in the 777 Challenge:

Nena

Krystol Diggs

afairymind

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aidyl93

Philip Craddock

Wallace Cass

I look forward to reading excerpts of your work in progress.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Today I pray for you…

From my heart to yours. This is written just for you.

jacquelineobyikocha's avatara cooking pot and twisted tales

Praying woman

Today I pray for you..
I wish that you will find peace and healing as you hurt in any way.

Today I pray for you..
I pray that you will find strength to hold on,
And abundant Grace to see you through.

Today I pray for you..
I pray for a consistent hedge of protection,
around you and yours, especially in these confusing times.

Today I pray for you..
I pray that you experience mercy, where it is needed

Today I pray for you..
I pray that you will find succor,
Even from the most unexpected channels.

Today I pray for you..
I pray that your heart and mind,
May be generous in your dealings with mankind.

Today I pray for you..
I pray that your faith and hope remains undiminished,
Even when all seems lost,
Just a sliver of faith and hope will suffice.

Today I pray for you..

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Some Edible Mushroom…

A short story. I hope it speaks to you. Regards and be blessed.

jacquelineobyikocha's avatara cooking pot and twisted tales

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The cool early morning breeze seemed soothing and refreshing, but Jen did not think so.

She was chilled to the bones. The night had been very cold with rain drizzles.

Her lightweight jacket and rucksack were barely enough barrier against the chill,

and the park bench was not made for a good night’s sleep.

She knew she could not linger for too long,

constant fear of being accosted by the groundskeeper,

kept her as uncomfortable as a colicky cat,

but she had no energy left to undertake yet another long trek,

to a county soup kitchen.

She had chosen this quieter place, to keep out of the way of the officers,

who diligently monitored the obvious public ones, and were quick to shoo you along.

She stared blankly into the lush green fields,

the early morning tweets of birds, reminded her of home,

of the birds that had built a…

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The Daily Post

It’s a Cycle…

Daily rituals

As therapeutic and as good as consistency can be, monotony can become extremely predictable and boring. I like a bit of spice in my life and I search for simple, cost effective ways to achieve a balance between stable and racy. However, that said, there are Four pillars of ritualistic acts that are constant in my daily life.

Prayer

Writing

Reading

Eating (not to be forgotten)

Every other aspect is slotted into a box around these Four. Call it upbringing, belief, force of habit etc., the first thing that comes to my mind once my eyes peek open, is to give thanks. It depends on how my spirit moves me. I could wake up with a particular song in my heart or prayer thought. I could wake up without much to bother God about, and I would just say good morning Lord. Another beautiful. Thank you. Then there are some mornings or even evenings that I have a pretty long chat with him, followed by scouring through my bible. Sometimes, he responds right away and other times he simply listens to my rants until I have run out of steam.

My second daily ritual is to write throughout the day. Spur of the moment notes or thoughts are quickly jotted as I go about my daily affair and much later in the evenings when all the hungry mouths have been fed and no one is looking at mummy with hungry eyes.

For more than 25 years at least, I have always gone to bed clutching a book. That is my own sleeping pill and my tuck myself in time, when I am satisfied that I have done the bit that can be done for that day. All leftovers will be carried over to the next day if feasible.

Of course I love the ritual of eating and this art of appreciating the fruitfulness of the land is a daily need that must be met to keep me well  nourished.

There is no point in searching far and wide to know what happens on a day that my cycle is rudely interrupted, I become a sour-faced grumpus. Each day, I try to perfect the fine-art of observing my rituals. It keeps me calm, more productive and less quarrelsome.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S. Sometimes these prompts make me feel as if I am writing an autobiography 🙂