Pitter-Patter of adorable little feet
cute as buttons and just as neat
little babies are simply so sweet.
♥
I love children
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Category: A Click A Day
The Bed of Sand – A Click a Day.
I honestly don’t have the right words to describe my reaction when I took a long walk yesterday and came across this Caterpillar with the man fast asleep under it. Look at the left side of the photo. Under the heavy artillery is a mound of a human being.
I was STARTLED! First off, I was ALARMED. I thought he was dead! Then I stooped low and heard the grunts and snoring. I felt relief, sad and worried all at the same time. What if he inhaled sand and choked? Did anyone know that he’s under this heavy duty machine?
I looked around and saw another fellow sitting with a far away look in his eyes’ – unfortunately, he didn’t understand one word of English, but my pointing and gesticulating might have come across to him – or maybe he ended up thinking that I’m one crazy black woman.
Sitting on Time – A Click a Day
Are you sitting on your time or are you moving with it? Which is better; to sit on it or to move with it? Either ways, time still passes by.
Polaroid – A Click A Day
Times keep changing and so does technology. I saw this dummy replica of an old camera and remembered the old polaroid cameras my parents used back in the days to capture our startled, say cheese expressions for the family album.
We called them ‘wait and take,’ photos. It was fascinating as a child to watch the photo slide out mere minutes after it was taken. Now, digital rules the World.
Yoga Pose Chit-Chat – A Click A Day
The day’s job is done and as the Sun sets, it’s time to take a breather, sitting in a yoga pose and having a chit-chat.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Hiding Out – A Click A Day
I spied these feline’s hiding out under the shrubs, watching the humans as they walk past.
The Garden Gnome and The Bonsai – A Click A Day
Psst! Psst! I thought my ears were hearing things.
I paused and saw the little guy.
His eyes twinkled in merriment and mischief.
In the soft garden breeze, I heard him whisper,
come and sit with me and I’ll show you some magic.
I’ll tell you incredible fairy tales,
right here under my Bonsai tree.
Of course, I had to stop and listen 🙂
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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Global Village – A Click A Day.
I walked past this office with the map and stepped back to take a second look. With their permission, I looked at it with keen interest. Yes, I’ve seen the World map before – luckily I did geography in school, so I do know a bit about my longitudes and latitudes but that wasn’t where my interest lay.
I noticed that though we are set apart by natural and man-made boundaries, we are all still joined together.
I noticed that the World today seems smaller than it was in my mind as a child. That today, I am bound to know what might be happening in Greenland right as it unfolds and it brought this thought to my mind; ‘that the lack of concern about what’s happening in other places is living in a fools’ paradise.’
Crisis and trouble have no borders and eventually, when not checked and contained, it becomes everyone’s trouble. We have to make wise decisions in choosing those who become our leaders because our small and unselfish decisions truly matter in the larger scheme of things.
Sunday Chill-out – A Click A Day.
Take a few hours to kick back and relax. Unplug, exhale and breathe. Enjoy your Sunday 🙂
P.S. We’ll be having our monthly blog party 1st – 2nd of October. I’ll keep you posted.
The Mask – A Click A Day.
Little things can trigger great memories of the past. I stumbled on this mask in a shop at the souk that collected all manner of knicks and knacks from all over the World. On enquiry, the seller told me he believes it’s from somewhere in West Africa.
Looking at it transported me back home to my native Igbo land of Enugu State in Nigeria. It brought back a flooding of memories of cultural festivities that showcased fierce masquerades and the drumbeats of the African drums and special gong, especially at Christmas or New Year season.
It reminded me of my days as a young girl and how we used to run as swiftly as we could to get away from the young agile masquerades who loved to send our adrenaline pumping by chasing us around the square or through the bush path – especially the young girls.
Traditionally where I’m from, women don’t come near masquerades and stood to watch from the peripheries. It’s only the domain of men who have attained a certain level in their age-grade. To be initiated in the masquerade group required a ceremony of its own which is only attended by men and held at a secret place.
To my understanding, some of these traditions have been eroded by Western culture, but there are still some villages that hold on to their cultural heritage.
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
P.S. Some clips I found on YouTube about some Igbo festivals.
a cooking pot and twisted tales 