The Winning Number…

February 29, 2016March 1, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha28 Comments

Carl was tired to the bones and felt disgruntled about his job. It was mere drudgery with little pay.

The new foreman was also an ass who kept yelling at people.

He regretted dropping out of college and wished he could start all over. Girls and booze was a pastime that got old fast and with Sue pregnant with a second child. He worried.

Break time was a little reprieve, so he ambled over to the deli where the other men gathered for a quick lunch.

All eyes were glued to the excited TV presenter who called out the winning lottery numbers. Each man read his ticket hopefully.

Carl paid no mind. He had bought just one ticket for reasons he couldn’t explain.

The cashier exclaimed that the ticket had been sold in the deli.

Each man checked his stub again and he fumbled in the back pocket of his dirty jeans to find his.

The ground rushed to meet him in dead faint. He had the winning number.

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In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you Ellespeth’s friend for the photo and Priceless Joy for this enchanting platform

Challenges · Creative Writing · Life · Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

A Song Of The Taste Buds… Stream of consciousness Saturday

February 27, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha22 Comments

Food. Yes. It is one thing that we all partake of throughout our lives. It evokes a whole lot of good feelings and memories in most of us.

It is used to celebrate virtually every form of congregation known to man and as a former food business owner, it is a very profitable business, but also a slave master that requires so much work to produce a piece of delicacy that is consumed in a bite.

As though Linda is aware of my last night’s secrets of eating a little more helping from the buffet, with the prompt word ‘Food,’ I might as well confess and write the thoughts that I had when my eyes beheld the arrays of edible brilliance.

The Song Of My Taste Buds

The flowing fountain of chocolate

The decadent slices of creme brulee, creamy cakes and buttery cups of cream caramel

The offerings of fish dishes, pan-fried, battered, deep-fried baked or barbecued,

They all seemed, fluffy and delicious, asking for a taste.

Rice in such designs, from vegetable, to plain, to white, to curry, it’s all nice

The sauteed meats and the not so laughing cow

Giant shrimps and huge prawns with beady eyes,

The crabs claws looks set to give the fingers a pinch

The steam rising from the chaffing dishes,

Disseminating the flavourful aroma of dishes a plenty

Mashed potatoes to go with black pepper sauce

Artichokes, Mushrooms, Broccoli, Lettuce and so much more

Pot roast, meatloaf, clam chowders oh my

All the drool inducing platters

An orchestra to ravenous appetite

The soft music plays on as we rotate round the food circle

A bite, a sip of drink and laughter

The elation on the faces of the consumers, says it all

The conviviality in the air

Our senses all dancing to the beat of our stomach

And the siren call of the food platter.

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UNCHAINED….

February 23, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha23 Comments

The speed of the thoughts
Race in and out
Like a tempest forming
In the nascence of a rage

They are battering and the mind keeps buffering
Until the dams break down
Weakened by the bashing
Of banked emotions

The rage boils over
Tip of the pen races across the paper
Leaving dripping trails
Of blood, gore, tears and fury.

Silence!
The calmness returns.

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A Thousand Deaths…

February 21, 2016February 21, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha28 Comments

A Thousand Deaths

I died a thousand times

When you said to me

‘It’s over now’

I carved out my heart

And handed it to you

Wrapped in bows and kisses

Expecting you to know

That to drop my heart

Would cause it to shatter

Fragmented in a million places

But drop it you did.

I died a thousand times

When you died in my arms.

The poem above came to me when I read Lily’s heart rending post I don’t know her in real time. I only read her blog now and again.

The broken pain of her heart reverberated in her words.

How do you condole a woman just bereaved of her loving husband?

Indeed, how do you condole any grieving heart that’s lost a loved one?

You cannot! You are simply there to listen, to offer a leaning support and to help as they find their way.

Every one grieves differently.

There’s no specific order or way to deal with this painful reality that life hands out.

Sometimes all we need is a quiet friend.

For this week, here are a few of the posts that I would like to share with you:

Lily’s Better Half

Hold On from Ronovan Writes.

To television or to tell a vision from Tunisia Jolyn.

Flaws can be adjusted from Joe Cosme.

Personally recommended author services and promotion sites from Smorgasbord.

ABC List from talking to my weight loss Counselor I must chip in here that you should watch out for her inspirations for victory over the scales.

Thank you good people.

My regards.

Creative Writing · Friday Fiction in Five Sentences · Love · Photographs · Short Stories

The Basket Of Flowers…Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

February 5, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha40 Comments

His palms got sweaty and his heart rate increased as he approached the door.

He has no idea what kind of reception he would receive, but he was willing to try.

He has loved her from their kindergarten days, from her little flouncy skirt and swinging ponytails to her grown svelte alluring confident self and sleek bob.

As the boy next door, he had watched the dates come and go from the sidelines, wishing he was the one; now it’s time to take a chance and knock.

Suze opens the door, a huge smile weaving on her face as his words stammered and stuttered along, she buried her nose in the beautiful bouquet of flowers, heaved a sigh of content and relief, ‘I thought that I would have to wait forever,’ she said.

Creative Writing · Musings · Photographs · Poetry/Poems

Play I Some Music…

February 5, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha13 Comments

Creative Writing · Fiction · Short Stories · Social Issues

Blood On Her Hands…

January 31, 2016January 31, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha44 Comments

She sat rocking herself in the corner.

She knew that soon they would come to take her away, but she could hardly find the nerves to run and hide. She was too tired and just wanted to sleep for ages.

For years and years, she had withstood it.

At first she told herself that she had to stay for the children.

Then she grew afraid to go anywhere.

Then she became a nervous wreck, got sick and disgusted with her life.

Then she lost her job and had no money.

Then she lost all her friends.

Then she became totally dependent on him.

Then the berating, the beatings, the cycle of maltreatment got more vicious.

He made the mistake of pointing the gun at her head but failing to shoot.

That was his weapon of choice. To scare her out of her wits with the gun amused him a lot.

Now, he could do it no more. She shot him with the gun that had taunted her for ages right in the back of his head.

It was point blank Bulls Eye. The beginners luck.

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The Pearls…Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

January 29, 2016January 29, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha48 Comments

Lovingly he fingered the delicate pearls clasped around her neck.

At first, they belonged to his grandmother, who passed them to his mother and she passed them to his wife.

She looked beautiful as she lay so still, just as though she slept.

With trembling fingers and a heavy heart, he unhooked the beautiful strand of
pearls that has been worn by the women in his family for ages.

He knew that she loved them very much and would want their little girl to inherit it when she comes of age.

Image credit: Pinterest.

Creative Writing · Fiction · Hope · Short Stories

Out Of The Cold Damp…

January 25, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha17 Comments

Sandra’s eyes glazed over in tears of joy, as she perused the documents in her hands with careful intent.

At last! At long last she has a home that she could rightfully call hers. Her heart swelled in gratitude.

A home in a decent neighbourhood and not the squalid neighbourhood that she grew up in.

Sometimes, they had no electricity, because there was no money to pay and it was always cold, damp and freezing during the Winter.

She had promised herself that she would not end up there.

She knew that life held more for her than that and she was determined to succeed.

Studying hard to break out of that mould has been worth all the trouble.

Working and saving all that she could is yielding positive dividends.

Now she could move her aged mother out of the pits to live with her in a beautiful neighbourhood, where there would be light and warmth.

In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you Louise for the photo and Priceless Joy for your enabling platform.

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Mind Games…

January 24, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha16 Comments

He felt such deep shame within him.

Shame that his friends would mock him if they ever got to know that he was doing such demeaning job.

Washing toilets! Cleaning up for women.

As a man raised to believe that women are just an inch less than a chattel, it was an insult to have to wash the ladies wash room and to serve them.

His thoughts were that the ladies were equally making mockery of him. He felt that their sniggers and giggles were all aimed at unmanning him.

Even the female supervisor always complained on how poorly he did his job or how slow he was.

How he disliked those her kohl darkened eyes. He always tortured her the most in his mind.

In his mind, he beat them up several times over in a day and enjoyed the mind games that he played, taunting them until they begged for mercy.

On days he got carried away with his warped imagination, he decided to contaminate the water in their dispenser with his urine.

It was his turn to snigger as he watched them take cups of water to drink and natter as they normally do and each time, he went back to his shared quarters feeling satisfied.

Unfortunately, his small-mindedness failed to remember that the tiny pin-prick cameras picked up every little detail that went on in the office.

When he was discovered, he really got to feel the pinches, jabs and painful barbs of his so-called weaker opponents and the iron-faced Eunuch taught him a lesson by that he would not be forgetting in a hurry.

In my usual way, I found some articles that caught my attention. Have a look.

How to destroy a person’s self worth by Knotholes and Textures.

Balls grow a Vagina by Edwina Episodes.

Embrace Rejection from Kay Morris.

When did pitter patter change? From Yelobrd777

To Love from Diane of Lady who lunch reviews.

The past can’t be changed from Success Inspirer