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The bag was looking at me.
I was looking back at the bag that was looking at me
She was looking at me look at the bag that was looking at me.
We were looking at each other 😉
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Category: Photographs
Cool Cows…Tuesday Trivia
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We need not say much do we? You can see that we are on point and trendy cows. Cool!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Lost And Found…Mundane Monday.
Trablogger says, this is is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.
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Is yours missing?
This must be it.
Found it lying by the roadside when I was taking a walk. These wheel covers have a penchant of getting lost.
©Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
With These Fingers…Streams of consciousness Saturday.
It’s quite interesting that Linda’s prompt for SOCS which I just saw is ‘fingers.
Why I find it interesting is that I woke up this morning and as I was going through my Bible, for some reason my eyes fell on my hennaed hands and my first thought was how my hands and fingers resembled my dads own and for the fun of it, I took a picture.
I remember that as a child, I wanted my fingers to look like my mom’s own. Her fingers were dainty and nicely shaped, while mine took after my fathers own.
As the years went by, I grew to love mine as much as I love the man who passed on the genes.
His hands were hardworking and I believe that I inherited this trait. His hands were upright and as honest as could be and he had green fingers. Living things thrived in his care and plants bloomed generously in our garden.
I still remember, maybe I was four or less, his hands holding mine and guiding my fingers to scribble on my blackboard.
I remember vividly like yesterday as he walked me down the aisle and he took my hand with my beautifully painted fingers and placed them in my husband’s hands and in a gruff voice, he instructed my dear Himself to make sure that he looked after me.
Who knows, maybe I might equally have green fingers. I have moved around so much from one country to the other, that the last time I grew anything was several years back in my house in Nigeria. I look forward to the coming years to discover my green fingers.
Hold my hands in faith
And clutch my fingers tight
I will walk you through this journey
For you are not alone.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Moments in time…
The Daily Post Photo Challenge Time
Since You’ve Been Gone…
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I see you around the corner, the likeness of your eyes in the eyes of a total stranger down the shopping aisle.
It startles me.
I see you in everything that I look around me.
In the random formation of the clouds.
I sometimes see your wise eyes peeking through and winking at me.
It gives me joy.
I hear you in my thoughts. Your words of wisdom, of love, of encouragement
Are etched upon my soul.
They keep me warm.
I hear you in the music. The music that you loved so much, that I grew up knowing that love.
They sounds of music comfort me.
I see you in my little boy’s face. Sometimes, I stare at him so hard, as I seek tell tales of you written in his genetics.
It leaves me amazed.
I see you in the hands of a gardener pruning plants, in the gentle waves of a blooming plant, you loved all things green and they did so well in your hands.
It makes me smile.
I feel you in the drumbeats of my heart, because you are me and I am you. Everyday, my thoughts dwell on you, for in every little thing I see you.
I visualize you looking on from high up and I wish my hands could stretch up so high to give you a hug.
I get some comfort from the warmth of the Sun, telling my mind that you are with me.
In the smile, in the laugh, the stare, the walk, the phrase in a young child’s face.
I catch myself holding one-sided conversations with you and your imagined responses prompt me to sigh, to laugh and to cry.
I see you.
In everything that I am.
To you my dear dad. Always.
Yesterday was World Cancer Day, I lost my dear dad to Cancer two years ago. Sometimes, the pain is just so raw that it clogs my chest and my throat. He was a very lovely human and a fabulous dad. If there is one ailment that I could wish away from the World, it would be Cancer.
To those battling The Big C, may abundant Grace and Strength remain your portion. We will beat it. Blessings.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Basket Of Flowers…Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.
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.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Play I Some Music…
A Visit To The Dunes….Echoes Of My Neighbourhood #8
On Thursday’s, I share a picture about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes, since we cannot all be at those places, we can at least see them through you.
Some pictures from our desert foray.
Over the weekend, we went sand bashing at the desert. An adrenaline pumping rush that dear Himself and the children like a lot. I am okay with it after the highs and lows of going up and down steep sand dunes.
I love seeing the miles and miles of rolling sands and visiting a desert camp where there are a good number of entertainment on offer for a fee, like riding the camels, getting henna painting, some Arabic belly dancing etc.
Last week’s Echoes brought in quite some fresh views:
Lovely, vibrant Munich without snow from Lady Lee Manila
Serene Brooklyn botanical garden from Roaming Urban Gypsy
Charming Sweet Dilham from Writing in North Norfolk.
These pictures from Denmark are gorgeous from Giggles and Tales.
What a bold, vibrant visitor to see Pancake Bunnykins 🙂
Beautiful times with beautiful people from Mandibelle.
Buried, Dangerous and pretty looking icicle all rolled into one from Kat Myrman of Mercury Colliding.
I feel like dipping in my toes in a small town charm from Never a dull bling.
On a zooming escapade with her James Bond 😉 from Diane of Ladies who lunch reviews.
So, when can we get a peek at yours?
Regards,
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Negotiations…Wordless Wednesday.
a cooking pot and twisted tales 