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The numbers…

These are
the number of kisses that we’ve had
the little dinners we have held
the evening walks on Tuesday’s end
the glorious sunsets around the bend

These are
the number of laughter we have shared
the times our silence has been paired
the million tiny tales we’ve told
the times you held me when I cried

These are
the moments we lived as we foretold
the times that slipped and went untold
the many nights our eyes went unslept
the promises made and yet unkept

These are…

Wake Me Up – Avicii

I wanted it to be a rumour, I prayed that it’s a bloody rumour
sadly, it’s so cold, so true, so unexpected.

News of your passing leaves a huge lump in my throat
unbidden tears flow as I listen to your beats over and over

I love your music more than I can say, the sadness in my soul feels brittle
How is it that I love someone that I’ve never met this much?

Avicii, your lyrics spoke to me on a deep level
I looked forward to a day I would go to your concert

Alas! Your show has become one that I’ll never attend.
Hey brother!  Though you never grew to be older, you were older than your years.

Rest In Peace Avicii and May Perpetual Light Shine On You.

Painted Up…Every day beautiful people 34

“Parents need to fill a child’s bucket of self-esteem so high that the rest of the world can’t poke enough holes to drain it dry.” Alvin Price

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He does look cutely ferocious 😉 I bet I will scare people to death if I tried this.


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Out of the silent breath

Whispering tendrils…

 

Fingers
caress her tender scalp
luxurious tendrils of auburn hair
are put in a twisted knot
‘I love you forever’
I whisper into her ears
shivery bumps run down her spine
as she sighs in dreamy reply.

*********

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Whisper, The Daily Post Prompt

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To Cry In The Rain….Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

Girl, Sad, Crying, Raining, Rain Drops, Window, People

Anna-Gaelle’s desire for self-torture outweighed her sense of self-preservation as she sat in a quiet corner of the pews and watched the proceedings.

She braced herself and kept a stiff upper lip even as tears pooled at the back of her eyes and a lump formed in her throat.

She watched as they exchanged their vows, which sounded like a death knell to her heart.

The brush of their lips as they sealed the nuptials tugged at her in envy and sadness; sending the message that he could never be hers clearly across.

Blinded by tears that streamed unbidden down her face, she stepped out into the drizzle allowing her tears to mingle freely with the raindrops.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Parched and Watered…

His arid heart

Had become lonely.

All it took were several

Drops of her love

To refresh

It.

There’s nothing

Like the right words

To refresh a parched

and thirsty soul.

It’s like fuel

To one’s

life.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Refresh, The Daily Post

Heartache…Friday fiction in five sentences.

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Bowed down, she sobbed in pain as his words cut through her heart and ripped it into little bits.

I am sorry, but it’s over he said.

Was it something I did she asked brokenly.

No, it’s not you. It’s just that I need some space to sort out stuff and I am just not feeling it anymore. He chose the location because he knew that she did not like confrontation and he wanted a quick way out.

The anger surged in her like a fiery ball of fire. All the wasted years of empty promises and he now decides he’s not feeling it. Well, it’s not going to be a quick sprint in the park. She rose like a maddened Tigress, picked up the vase on the table and emptied it’s watery content over his head. She gave him a resounding thwack with her bag and marched off in fury.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

His Big Screen…personal

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I chuckle as I write this. I can’t think of anything else when the word screen shows up as today’s prompt.

Why would the word screen rouse a chuckle out of me?

Well it reminded me of my short, sizzling courtship with my husband nearly sixteen years ago and when we first met.

I remember the first thought that I had when I looked at his glasses.

They were as big as a Boeing 727 jet with wide screen and behind the wide screen were very beautiful eyes.

I wondered why he was wearing contact lens and wearing such big screen in the name of glasses at the same time.

It turned out that they are not contact, but my husband has hazel eyes.

For a fully black man, that is not common. It was mostly albinos that I knew that had light eyes in Africa, but as time went on, I got to learn of Africans with blue eyes.

I think it was those lovely hazel eyes of his that got me and yes, for the love of me, he got rid of the Boeing 727 and we settled for a lovely pair of Tom Ford frames.

The Daily Post prompt Screen.

We’ve Got Your Back…

 

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All the hullabaloo about Technology will only impress me, when I can download those delicious platters served up online 😉

After turning the house upside down over the weekend, I found a ton of stuff. You will never know what you have, until you spring clean your house. Then you will find all sorts of things that you can’t even recall. Sometimes, in pairs 😉

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

The Road That I Am Glad I Took…personal story

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It’s a no-brainer that I should follow my heart when I toppled over in love with my husband, right?

Or, should I say, when he didn’t let me get away?

I was so focused on building a career. I had a fantastic job with The Delegation Of The European Union. A young lady with a bright future and a job that opened up so many doors and windows.

Then love came calling and stole my heart away and before I could even say Jack Robinson, he whisked me off to the altar, after a whirlwind courtship of six months.

That was a bold step and today, here we are, sixteen years after and counting.

It was a tough decision for me to leave my job and join my husband back in Lagos and we tried the long-distance thing for a while which was maddening for both of us.

At a point, I knew that I couldn’t take it much longer and decided to resign from my mouth-watering job.

I committed my steps into the hands of The Lord and joined my husband with my rounded belly in tow.

It took no time at all for me to gain a solid employment with British American Tobacco and the rest is history.

Sometimes, I do ponder on the thought: what if I had refused to get entangled with my husband and had stuck to the vision of working my way up as an aspiring diplomat?

I would have probably met some of those diplomatic career goals, who knows.

I will never know the answer to what my life might have turned out to be, but I can’t visualize a life without my family and I have no regrets to have taken this path.

All I know is that ‘all things work together for the good of those who love the Lord.’ Rom 8:28

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post The Road Less Traveled.

Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a big decision. Write about that other alternate life that could have unfolded.