The Daily Post Photo Challenge Alphabet.
Take us to school with your photos this week, and show us some ABCs.
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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
The Daily Post Photo Challenge Alphabet.
Take us to school with your photos this week, and show us some ABCs.

Sometimes, I read the news online as I work, just to keep abreast with what goes on in the larger World that I am part of.
Occasionally, you stumble across good news but 98% of the time, the rest of the news are the heaps of rubble of wicked acts perpetrated by mankind.
Why would a man kill his own little son to accommodate the whims of his teenage girlfriend ?
Why not return this child to his mother or better still send him to CPS or whatever welfare around him that would accept the boy if he had no other choice and didn’t want him any longer?
How heartless can a human be to snuff the life out of a young innocent being?
I guess he will claim temporary insanity, when the poor little, trusting boy didn’t get the opportunity to claim anything.
It is so sad to see so many people out there seeking the fruit of the womb, seeking for just one child to call their own and some undeserving human gets to kill the one that they have been blessed with.
Now, I hope his teenage sweetheart is happy and they should be hanging together for the rest of their days behind bars? Such people are even a waste of space and taxpayers funds.
Such news leaves me feeling ill about humanity.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Prompt Ripped into the headline.
Write about something that happened over the weekend as though it’s the top story on your local paper.
Super powers are certainly lovely to have, if such possibilities exist, however, I doubt very much if I can have those kind of super powers that would make me appear and disappear at will, besides, I am not sure I am keen on the connotation that this power might be used for negative endeavours.![1452698473919[1]](https://acookingpotandtwistedtales.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/14526984739191.jpg?w=365&h=365)
I think I am far too gregarious to appear and disappear. In my language, my mother would call me “the one person, who is welcomed like a crowd of multiple people,” and my love for life around me, almost makes it impossible for me to sneak around.
Even if I had the luck to possess such skills, my reverberating energy would definitely alert those that I am trying to hide or seek from.
That said, I do think it would be lovely to possess the super-powers of a very convincing tongue; so that when I get to sit down with an agent/publisher, I would look them straight in the eyes, wearing my heart on my sleeves, I would tell them my writing thoughts and they would simply nod and nod.
They will have an auction war over my works and sign a fat check, sending me on my merry way to go and hammer out some more words. That’s my dream of super right now.
If I had the wings of a cooing dove,
Soft and gentle I will perch on your cove,
I will coo into your listening ears,
Understanding your sighs and your tears.
If I had the sweet tweet of a Nightingale,
Enthralled would you be with my tales,
You will let me out of my cage,
So that I may soar through the glades,
Tweeting high and free in the blue skies landscape.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Prompt Now You See Me, Now You Don’t.
You have a secret superpower: the ability to appear and disappear at will. When and where will you use this new superpower? Tell us a story.
In as much as it can be fun to reminisce and recall those lovely times or not so lovely times that we had as teenagers and even as toddlers, I think the year is still a bit young for me to be living in the doldrums of the past and feeling wistful over things that are bygone.![1452617116684[1]](https://acookingpotandtwistedtales.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/14526171166841.jpg?w=426&h=426)
Ask me again, on a day that I have just finished listening to a heart tugging music or read something sappy, or better still, hang around till the next holidays and toss the question right back at me, then, I just might be in the mood for poignant reflections that would have you pulling out your tissue box.
Now as it is, my brain cells are in the front drive and looking totally forward to newer forays and exploits. Today, this moment, now, is my present, so let’s focus on that.
Turn the next chapter please.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Prompt If I could Turn Back Time.
If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life, either to experience the wonderful bits again, or to do something over, which part of you life would you return to? Why?
The eclectic taste that I have in things stretches to the domain of music as well and I have my late dad to thank for nurturing my mind with the plethora of sounds of music from different artists that floated through our home and seeped into my young veins.
I like music from all the artists enumerated below including the legend, David Bowie, may he rest in peace.
However, my young heart was completely enamoured by the Jackson 5’s and a little later just Michael Jackson. Me and my siblings danced to their beats and attempted all manners of moves that I cannot dare try now, for want of not breaking my legs.
As I got older, Boyz II Men became a teenage crush, though MJ still retained a special place.
Though there is an artist whose songs haunt my life a lot of times and that is the legendary Mama Africa ‘Miriam Makeba.’ There is something in some of her renditions that simply has me curling up and in bitter-sweet tears.
Till today, dancing ‘just because‘ still remains one of my biggest ways of relaxing, of laughing and I am known to lapse into singing – more like warbling tunes, when I am upset too.
It has a way of calming me down and I think my husband recognizes this as well. Once he annoys me and I start singing, he knows that I am deeply pained and my way of riding through it, is either to write it out, sing away the pain or dance to the beats.
You cannot sing or dance and remain angry because Music is simply laughter for the Soul as long as it is not filled with hate and abusive words.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Teen Age Idol.
Who did you idolize as a teenager? Did you go crazy for the Beatles? Ga-ga over Duran Duran? In love with Justin Bieber? Did you think Elvis was the livin’ end?
In my very young eye’s three of my grandparents were quite elites of their time, but I had a grandfather whose views of women was a bit too caveman and archaic, even I could recognize at quite a young age that he had a bad case of chauvinism.
Even though the short time spent around all of them was spent with their doting eyes and loving expression’s showered on their grandchildren, with some pampering and extra helpings of boiled groundnuts, roasted melon seed and the likes, I knew that the way grandpa treated my grandma was harsh, because his temper was quite short towards her.
If he were to return to pay a visit to my house for dinner, I bet his socks would fall off in shock when he hears me and my husband carrying on a conversation on just about every topic under the Sun.
His expectation would be that I should be sweating over the kitchen stove while the men discussed politics and drank straight scotch.
I am equally sure that he would be mortified at the modern audacity of women. The fact that we can blog and engage in conversations with other menfolk who are neither our Lords nor our Masters. As a matter of fact, he just might advise my husband to keep me in hand since he would consider that I have far too much lee-way.
Certainly, he would probably faint from shock when the conversation turns to politics and he hears that the a woman is daring to vy for the seat of The President of the United States of America.
On the other hand, I think that my grandma would be pleased with the recent advancement’s made to ease housework for women. She would be tickled with the dishwasher, washing machine and the vacuum cleaner. No more bending to sweep with the broom spuriously to ensure that the house is spic and span, no more hand washing heaps of clothes until the skin of your hands almost peel off.
She would be secretly pleased even if she keeps her opinions away from the ears of grumpy grandpa. She would probably want to sneak a mobile phone back with her as she leaves.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Modern Families.
If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?
Don’t you think that it’s rather late in the day to start asking me what the worst possible situation to my day could be, seeing that your prompt arrives at my part of the World at past 5pm in the evening, when it has basically missed out on a whole lot of the day’s exciting ups, downs and mundane stuff.
So, since I am not in the mood to conjure up a crystal ball and start imagining all sorts of horrendous stuff, I will by-pass the worst case scenario and quickly meander to the best scenario which I have on the tip of my fingers.
The best scenario dear WordPress prompt my good friend, would be to get an alert on my email box, from one of those brilliant agents/publishers who is writing a letter to court my prolific fingers in literary wedlock, asking very humbly if they could be tied to my words for a lifetime and have me hammer out excellent sentences to their hearts delight and my bank accounts content.
I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth since you’ve been asking and I have been dropping hints to let you know the things that I want. 1. That fabulous supersonic camera that I am coveting and 2. A mouth-watering book deal, do hurry up and deliver my wishes quickly.
Now, no more asking me about bad things anymore, because I refuse to dwell on those.
Let me bid you goodnight and go and have a lovely dream about these good things coming soon.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Worst Case Scenario
Of all the awful possibilities, what’s the worst possible thing that could happen to you today? Now, what about the best?
Why yes of course and thank you too for asking WP.
I have always known that you would prove to be a valuable friend and a late Christmas gift or even an early Valentines gift is highly welcome 😊
There’s a gadget that I am coveting very much but can’t afford right now.
It’s one of those fantastic high performance cameras, so that my clicking fingers can click to my hearts content.
I used to love posing for pictures, as time goes on, I find myself loving staring through camera lens and snapping away happily.
I have one that I use for traveling and she has served me faithfully for years now.
It’s a small one, not bad but the little darling is due for retirement and pension.
These days that my photographing juice is flowing, I find myself staring through the display window with glazed eyes, drooling and rubbing my palms together and doing all sorts of mental calculations on how to acquire such a beauty.
Now that you ask, things are suddenly looking up and I can see the generous Secret Santa in you.
Let me go and wait patiently.
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha.
The Daily Post prompt, Keeping up with the Jones’s.
Tell us about the one luxury item you wish you could afford, in as much detail as you can. Paint a picture for us.
In the earlier days of my 9 to 5 working life, I held a vital position in a multinational company, with a very special kind of boss, the word special used for want of another adjective.
He was nothing short of a slave-driver whose primary goal in life was to push his subordinates to the tethers of their limits until their elasticity broke it’s bounds. I think a lot of us went to bed, dreaming of a thousand different ways to kill a boss 😉
One particular occasion that comes easily to my mind, was when we hosted the West and Central Africa Top Team Leaders Convention and Team building program, when I was right in the thick of planning these affairs.
This program involved almost two hundred team leads flying in from so many parts of Africa as well as the United Kingdom. Since my ex-boss was the Top Team lead for our operational unit and as his special assistant, guess who had the responsibility to organize a perfect program down to the fine details of it, meanwhile, it was taking place in Abuja and not Lagos where my office was.
From sorting out hundreds of letters for visas, to airport pick-ups and security details, hotel accommodation, printing of programs, gift items, commissioning Tee-shirts with peoples specifics and other special Nigerian outfits, I had to fly to Abuja every few days to iron out arrangements of so many fine details of things….it was one hectic time and the program was made sweeter by some adults who got ill, a few managed to miss their flights, one got drunk and misplaced his international passport and all sent me into a tizzy.
Meanwhile, during the preparation of the convention, as incredible as it might sound, dear yours faithful and special boss took some vacation time to the UK and left me to wade alone in the entire matter. Mercifully, I had a colleague in Abuja who assisted in tying up some loose ends at that side to save me having to fly down every other day.
Certain things that needed approval from him, I had to give the go-ahead because getting him to approve stuff from UK was a major feat in itself.
The annoying part was that he flew in from London directly to the program, only to start pointing at what was not perfect from his point of view.
As a matter of fact he got so annoying, when he requested that I should take the last flight from Abuja to Lagos to get the printers to redo the program which was not the exact shade of blue of the up-country operations unit and I was expected to get it fixed and to take the red-eye back to the program the following day.
I was livid and had to go to the Area Director who was his boss from London. It was such a sweet moment when the AD nicely reminded him that everything had been handled by me, while he was off on a merry jaunt and confirmed that we could use the programs as they were.
Anyway, it was a whale of a job working with him. Somehow, I endured, thrived and I came away learning so much. It simply made me stronger, smarter and expanded the scope of my events coordination capabilities and looking back now, I realize that his actions were possibly due to the fact that he had garnered enough trust in me to leave me in charge of certain things.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha.
The Daily Post Sink or Swim.
Tell us about a time when you were left on your own, to fend for yourself in an overwhelming situation — on the job, at home, at school. What was the outcome?