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without hope
where would we be…
buried under heaps
of rotting despair

without hope
what would we think…
that all is lost
and nothing is gained

with hope
where would we be…
searching for sunshine
and reasons to hold on

with hope
what would we think…
that after every dark night
there’s always rays of light

© Jacqueline

may there always be light at your end 

Let’s grow wiser together…

 

Back home in Nigeria, one of the symbols of wisdom is the spider’s web which represents the creativity and complexity that one requires’ to live a wise life.

How are you spinning your web of life today?

Take notice of how you may be tempted to complain about things over the course of the day. See if you can use these moments to learn more about yourself and your complaint might become insignificant or unnecessary.

A little reminder is not to scapegoat others and to search for who to blame when things go wrong around you. Rather, ask yourself, what part did I contribute to the situation? Owning your decisions and having the courage to acknowledge your share of outcomes of such decisions is the first step towards correction.

Wisdom is bright and does not grow dim
by those who love her, she is readily seen,
and found by those who look for her.

The Book of Wisdom 6: 12 – 16
The Old Testament

Inertia

My state of being towards my blogging and writing has felt like a butterfly caught in a glass jar, but I guess it can’t be classified as anything other than ‘inertia.’ I have searched for the appropriate words, but they elude me. Every day, making a post has been on my mind and most times, I’ve opened my blog, stared at it, not knowing what to say, I simply close it.

Butterflies In A Jar

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A bazillion thoughts, yet none coherent enough to stay attentive. I wanted to say hello and ask how you are doing? I wanted to say Merry Christmas. I wanted to say Happy New Year.  I wanted to share all my news – unfiltered – with you – and I will.

I need to get reinspired and reinvigorated. Life has had me on a rollercoaster of vicious challenges that sometimes, I feel as if my breath is being slowly cut off, but I will not dwell on such things at this moment. It sure feels good to type again, however, let me pause my typing and go visiting.

Hold It…

Dew Drop

hold each day

like a tiny precious dew-drop of water,

gathered on the tip of a petal,

admire her round shape,

for once she rolls into the dust

its gone and indeed lost.

hold each day

by its precious graceful moments,

savour each hour,

never let it go sour,

for once you let moments escape

time lost can’t be caught in videotape

©

Jacqueline

 

Undeserving Grace…

Abundance Grace, Quote, Life, Poetry

Each day I affirm to myself,

that I’ve been given a life of abundant grace.

I got tired and choose to stop hiding under a bushel of abuse and shame,

I got weary of bearing pain, self-doubt, dejection;

depression and all the thousand emotions that have no name.

He told me that my life is a treasure,

that I’m called by name and a gift to my generation.

He said to me;

Arise and shine for a lighthouse has no choice but to shine its light

and to quit living under the heavy millstone.

He untied the binding tentacles of the quagmire enmeshing me

and made me know that my life has a purpose.

He said, daughter, you have been released

For I came to set the captives free.

©

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

My Bathroom Genie

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My bathroom muse always appears like a genie with the bulb

under the lavish stream of water and soapsuds.

Brilliant writing tips pop into my head

in a perfect plot, sequence and all.

Yet, once I sit at the desk

in an attempt to capture it all,

the fickle muse fizzles away

just like those soap bubbles.

Short of repeating the thoughts

mindlessly like a mantra in my head,

I guess I must start taking the notepad

into the shower as well 😉

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

 

Tuesdays Trickles…My Thinking Corner 22

Every Tuesday, I share snippets of thoughts that I call ‘My Thinking Corner.’

I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.

Each Tuesday, share your very short snippets of positive, inspiring, motivating, health, spiritual, writing advice, clips, posts etc, that can serve as a prop to motivate others and simply add my link to your post.

I call it my thinking corner because, I actually take out a bit of time just to think through things, encapsulate my thoughts as much as possible and detoxify my mind. It helps give me clarity of vision and might help you too.

It might work for you in a different way, but the idea is to get the positive thoughts flowing.

Please send in your little thoughts. You never know whose life you might inspire.

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  • If one has a tongue that dribbles, they shouldn’t accept to keep the confidence of others. For secrets let out are like spittle, you can never retrieve them.
  • Others may place temporary stumbling blocks in your path, but it’s up to you to remain permanently upstanding.
  • One bee can never make enough honey. You need to align yourself with lots of bees to get a pot of honey.
  • A small and well-executed dream is better than a big dream that’s poorly executed.
  • Are you dreaming yet? If not, why not?

Today’s thoughts came in from beautiful thinkers:

Discretion: How discreet are you? A thought provoking post.

Today’s Nuggets: Great and positive message from Stella.

Jealousy: A message that applies to all of us. Worth your time to take a peek.

I hope that you find these little drops useful now and again. Do check them out and please share snippets of your thoughts with us.

Thanks and blessed be.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Brand me whole as only you can

That the entire score of me

Knows nothing but the fullness of you.

What if?…Streams of Consciousness Saturday.

What if?

An innocuous question that had held me bound to the strictures of stifling memories, until I cut it’s ugly strings.SoCS badge 2015

What if I fail?
What if I had done things differently?
What if the past was not as it is?
What if I hadn’t walked that path that evening?
What if the man hadn’t run into the road?
What if the babies had lived?
What if x,y,z and so much more?

The shoulda, woulda and coulda’s dance before the eyes like taunting pendulum until I seized it’s swaying string and cut it off.

We live in what if’s as if we really could have stopped what has passed with time – which we can’t!

Our what if’s become a cage, the jury and a judge, holding us prey to its sway and except we take away our eyes on that outdated swinging ball, we will remain in the land of wishful thinking and regret where nothing happens.

These innocuous words ‘what if’ aren’t my favourite two words, because it holds probabilities that tend to border on negativity.

Therefore, except the ‘what if’ connotes positivism, I’d rather drop it from my vocabulary and get on with life as it is.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: Start your post with a two-letter word. End it with a two-letter word for bonus points. I chose ‘what if.’


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Enchant me with your expressive eyes, that crinkles in laughter as you speak

that I may find myself ever caught between,

the reflections of your pupils and there shall I remain.

*an excerpt of my poem*

Thin thread of hope

To that fragile
thin thread
of hope
do
h
o
l
d
on.

I am a die-hard hopeful-realist – if such a word exists. I believe in putting in my best in anything that I do and holding on tight to the hope that it will turn out well, even when it all looks dim.

Somehow, that little mustard seed has never failed me.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Hope, The Daily Post Prompt


Below is my first Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha’s poems portray images that stare us right in the face. Images of love, joy, death, pain, challenges, violation, and freedom. She writes in a language that’s rich in imagery, earthy, honest, vulnerable, yet full of the promise of hope, of loving and of Grace. A collection of light and dark soulful prose.