a cooking pot and twisted tales
Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
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Around and around the weeks don’t last
Monday is here, in a blink floats past,
And Tuesday rolls in just as fast.
Quick fun fact:
It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. We dare you, give it a try!
It’s lovely to start the week and each day as much as we can with positive outlook. I find Leannenz Monday memes interesting.
Do have a beautiful week, awesome people.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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As a matter of fact, I have been stung twice in my life by Scorpions!
The first time was as a very curious young toddler playing in a rubble of stones with playmates and I got a shock of a sting from an annoyed scorpion that I must have disturbed while rummaging.
The pain of that episode has receded to parts of my memory that I can’t quite recall, but my mother remembers quite well.
The second incident was as a teenager in boarding school who was rushing to the refectory from prep in the evening.
I unwittingly stepped on my enemy once again and the pain of that sting scarred a part of my mind forever.
The burning degrees of pain, when the venom from the sting of a black scorpion crawls up one’s leg are very memorable and would make a grown man cry.
The scorpion in this picture was captured through my lens, at a safe distance in a rain-forest reserve.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Photo Challenge Eye Spy
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”Talk to the hand!” ‘Patra hissed at Delilah in a vexed tone.
”What’s with you girl?” Delilah feigned ignorance and asked in her pretentious calm voice.
”How dare you try to steal my customers for yourself?’‘ ‘Patra continues with her tirade as she accused Delilah:
”Do you think that I did not see you batting your bald eyelashes at them and you dare to stand and pretend as if butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth?”
”But I…” Delilah tries to get a word in..
”Sheesh! Just keep your buts to yourself” ‘Patra practically growled.
”We may be confined to sharing this fashion space, but know this and know it well! This is my turf! No encroaching on my customers, you wannabe! Except I decide that I am not interested in them, you can then try to charm them with your oily and smooth ways the way you must have confused the manager to allow you jump three steps up from the back of the shop to the prized show glass.”
For the first time in ages, Delilah is really ticked off. She has had enough of being the underdog and in raised voice she said:
”Listen up Patra! Delilah hissed back. ”I have had it with your uppity, bullish ways. If you have bones to pick with the Manager, feel free to go and do so.”
”It is not my problem that you don’t want to share the limelight with someone else. I am here now! Deal with it!”
”Besides, who actually appointed you the queen of this runway, if I may ask?”
They were getting all hot and ready to have a full-fledged shouting match…when Jerry the male mannequin bellowed at them.
”Girls, girls, calm down.” ”No fighting or gouging out your eyes!”
”You will frighten potential customers away!” He chastised. ”That will surely earn both of you a relegation to the store.”
”Come on ladies, try and work together for pity’s sake.” He muttered as he sub-consciously ran a check over his suit to ensure that it was lint-free.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
DAY 4
Jennifer at INK and QUILL has invited me to participate in 5 day photo story challenge.
Challenge Guidelines:
Post a picture each day, for five consecutive days. Attach a story to your image.
*can be fiction / non-fiction
*poem / short paragraph
*each day nominates another blogger
I invite afairymind a fabulous blogger and story teller, to join the photo story challenge. I look forward to reading from you if you choose to participate. Enjoy 🙂
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Out of the blues,
They appeared.
Whence they came,
No one knew.
They stood stock still,
In proud array.
Like timeless rocks of Gibraltar,
That you could see from afar.
Some simply marveled at their mysterious presence,
Some used them for their resting and leaning essence,
Some vowed they heard their curious whispers,
Which simply gave them the shivers.
But the wise among them knew,
That these were the ancient ones,
Formed over timeless ages,
Hewn from endless stages.
They are the centurions of the fort,
Who stood in firm support,
In silence they watched the port,
As each person hurried back and forth.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
DAY 2
Jennifer at INK and QUILL has invited me to participate in 5 day photo story challenge.
Challenge Guidelines:
Post a picture each day, for five consecutive days. Attach a story to your image.
*can be fiction / non-fiction
*poem / short paragraph
*each day nominates another blogger
I invite Lucid Gypsy, who has a wealth of pictures that fascinate me, to join the photo story challenge. I look forward to reading from you if you choose to participate. Enjoy 🙂
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Jennifer at INK and QUILL has invited me to participate in 5 day photo story challenge.
Thank you my fair lady Jennifer. I appreciate the nomination and I am excited to jump into this challenge!
Challenge Guidelines:
Post a picture each day, for five consecutive days. Attach a story to your image.
*can be fiction / non-fiction
*poem / short paragraph
*each day nominates another blogger
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“Oh look! Isn’t that just gorgeous!” she said.
“Not another shoe!” He whined.
“It’s not just another shoe.” She emphasized.
“Can’t you see it’s lovely red and those cute buckles and bows.”
“They go quite well with my other bag.” She affirmed.
“Which other bag?” He asked in a half-hearted attempt to sound like he even noticed the bags.
”The red one with the purple and white trimming and the feathered straps” She responded offhandedly.
He looked utterly lost.
”Oh never mind! You just never bother to notice.” She chastised.
”How can I keep up with the 100 pairs of shoes in 20 shades of red, 50 shades of black and blue, plus a dozen other shades of colours not described in the colour palette along with so many bags?” He countered.
“How many shoes and bags does a girl really need?” He muttered under his breath.
She: Pursed her lips in pouting thought, he had lost her to shoe chromosome which he seemed to lack.
“Oh Come on! Be a darling and just hold on to these bags while I try it out.” She cajoled.
In a sigh of deflated defeat, he sank into the shop chair and prepared his mind for a round of appropriate admiring oohs and aahs!
I nominate Deb to join the photo story challenge. I look forward to reading from you if you choose to participate. Enjoy 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The cycles of a neighbourhood,
Are the same, even in Hollywood,
And I daresay, also Bollywood.
Dawn to dusk, Year after Year,
We break our backs with wear and tear,
As we aim to make it good.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Photo Challenge prompt Transitions.
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Bending over to stoke the firewood, blowing at it with gusto and fanning the crackling flames till they lit; putting kerosene into the stove and lighting it’s wicks with an ignited single broomstick; manipulating the gas cooker to lower the heat from burning the beans or rice while I snatched a quick five minutes read in the bathroom, were my early forays in the kitchen. I was caught young!
Naturally this has gravitated towards keeping my brood and my dear Himself nourished over the years and I believe that in most homes this is usually the case – the mother automatically assumes the kitchen chef position.
I certainly know the way to his heart by keeping his tummy nicely sated with good tasting yumminess 🙂
It has been my primary responsibility over the years and I dare say that I can whip up a decent meal and efficiently too.
Since that is the case, it goes without debate that I am the best cook in my domain.
However, there are have been days that Himself develops a desire to become a culinary artist and Myself simply puts up her feet and watch’s my kitchen transform into an operation desert storm 😉
I don’t mutter a word of discouragement so that the waves of culinary want-to-do will hit more often.
I simply go ahead and enjoy eating every bite whipped up by Himself, with a deep hum of appreciation and a sink load of dirty pots and pans.
Do you enjoy whipping up some yummy stuff or is there a Himself in your life, who is a culinary artist turning your kitchen into an area hit by a thunder storm?
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
NaBloPoMo – Thursday, November 26
If you’re celebrating Thanksgiving today (or even if you’re not!), tell us about the best cook in your family.
Not much of a photographer do I make,
Random trios did I take,
Let me serve up some of my keepsake.
Photo Challenge Trio
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