Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
I don’t know what your are thinking, but this is what I am talking about 😉
The Vervet monkey, a native of Africa does have blue balls. You can click on this Wikipedia link for more details.
I have mixed feelings about caged animals. One part of me feels sorry for them and that they should be in the wild where they belong, then the hungry part of me that wants to know so much is glad to see them in the zoo where I get to know about them. A difficult feeling to reconcile.
Cast your eyes on these one’s.
Please send in your links to any post of your choice. I am still featuring blog posts.
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Today’s featured blogs are:
Life’s a pot pourri I like pot pourri’s. Keeps things interesting. Introducing beautiful Sneha. Please show some love.
Read between the Lyme I find B’s positive attitude in the face of the challenge of living with Lyme disease very uplifting.
New 2 writing KL wears several writing ideas on her head and I enjoy her historical recounts a lot. History was one of my best subjects back in the days of school.
The Feathered Forest Introducing Roaming Urban Gypsy. A creative photography web blog.
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.
Do you want more eyes on your words?
Well then, add your LINK into this loop.
Regards
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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So many latent talents lies in each and every one of us, so it always surprises me when someone says that they don’t have any talents.
That is an absolute lie. Every human was created equipped with a store house of dormant talents waiting to be tapped.
Some are out-rightly glaring in the face of the bearer and everybody around them, while some talents have to be discovered, developed and honed to bring out it’s optimum potential.
The more an iron is rubbed on a grinding stone, the sharper it becomes. When these potentials are not explored, the natural tendency is that it well remain stunted and never mature to any fruitful stage.
Some are simply too lazy to want to bother taking the time to think and find out that thing that really makes their heart sing.
In some cases, some move with whatever seems to be in vogue at that point in time.
Just because everybody else is doing it does not make it fit or right for you.
At the end of the day, when the movement becomes directionless and like driftwood, frustration sets in, time passes by and they wonder what happened to their lives.
It’s never too late to find and enjoy the talents that have been poured into you. Age notwithstanding.
It’s only too late when life is gone and the grave yard becomes the depository of potentials which have been allowed to go to waste.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
P.S. check the word talent and latent… can you see that they both spell the same.
He stooped between the two marble headstones. A bunch of daisies clutched in his hand and his head bowed down in silent grief as he whispered. His girls had loved daisies.
The gentle breeze from the willow trees whispered in the wind and sometimes he deciphered a whistle in the floating air that sounded like a name blowing in the wind.
His heart yearned with deep longing and his eyes watered at the thoughts in his heart. He missed them with ferocious pangs.
His frame had grown more rangy over the past three years and his life was a shadow of itself since his beautiful wife, the love of his life and their girl Rose died.
A drunk guy ran the red light and plowed into them, killing three people at the spot…Melanie, Rose and their unborn son.
He still cursed the guy in his mind and most times he railed at God for taking his family and wondered why the sorry fool had lived.
The say that time heals, but sometimes the desperate longing in Devon gnaws deep into his bones.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Prompt Longing
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Today’s featured blogs are:
Life’s a pot pourri I like pot pourri’s. Keeps things interesting. Introducing beautiful Sneha. Please show some love.
Read between the Lyme I find B’s positive attitude in the face of the challenge of living with Lyme disease very uplifting.
New 2 writing KL wears several writing ideas on her head and I enjoy her historical recounts a lot. History was one of my best subjects back in the days of school.
The Feathered Forest Introducing Roaming Urban Gypsy. A creative photography web blog.
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.
Do you want more eyes on your words?
Well then, add your LINK into this loop.
Regards
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
P.S. Comments are disabled here. You can add your link through the link in the post. It’s easier to be able to collate them that way. Thank you.
PLEASE KEEP THE LINKS COMING. DON’T LET OUR LOOP BREAK!
On Thursday’s, I share pictures 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.
From the pictures above, last few days found me perambulating quite a bit. These were taken in the course of last week.
From attending the food festival and sugar craft show, to going to Bastakiya, the coffee museum and imbibing in coffee so potent that it could knock off your socks and you will float in the air with the buoyancy that it delivered.
I learnt a lot about coffee and took hundreds of photos.
It was thick heavy brew, served in small cups. I couldn’t finish mine because, it seriously gave me bright eyes and I think my hair stood on ends from the buzz that I got.
A bit bushy-tailed if I may say so.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Last Week Echoes harvested quite new awesome peeks of different neighbourhoods, so board the flight with me and let’s go have a look see.
Bookyglover Deb shows us some of the rustic parts of my Lagos.
Hell’s kitchen and beyond from Roaming Urban gypsy have you been to Hell’s kitchen?
Fun photos what’s your thought? Would you drive this?
Giggles & Tales more lovely photos from Stella in Stockholm.
Mercury Colliding Kat shows us some part of her neighbourhood that most of us don’t like to visit.
Thoughts and Entanglements These pictures are so haunting they belong in a book
What’s up doc Cute! Took me back to my growing up years.
Looking back A blessed lineage from Mandi
Paula’s I must tell you that I am so envious of Paula’s community 😉
Are we enjoying these views yet? Take a peek at them.
So, when will you add some of yours? Pretty please with a cherry on top 😉
Regards,
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
P.S. I hope I didn’t miss out anyone’s link? I have that funny feeling.
I said I wouldn’t
I knew I shouldn’t
But I simply couldn’t
I wanted to get away
But she kept looking my way
So I took a nibble
And another nibble
And another
And another
And…….
Until she stopped
Looking
my
way.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
I need more links. Thank you for sending one along. Have you had a peek at these ones?
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Today’s featured blogs are:
Margos Views. You simply cannot ignore that little voice. I dare you 😉
Writing in North Norfolk Irresistible photos that connect with your spirit, body and soul.
Cane Pain What is there not to love about this article. I was glad I read it last thing before sleeping two nights ago and it gave me good chuckles.
A tribe untangled A new friend of mine and the beautiful bright words makes me feel good. I like positive things.
Leaping for freedom Have you met Colette? She has such a bright mind and her articles always brings out the drive in the reader.
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.
Do you want more eyes on your words?
Well then, add your LINK into this loop.
Regards
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Money is one touchy subject that a lot of people love to hate and hate to love. Most people don’t like being told how to manage their money.
The Truth is that we can’t avoid money. It’s been the legal tender through the ages, in so many forms that has evolved over time and is behind a whole lot of misery and content in our lives.
Money is a servant and just a means of arriving at a goal. It should never be placed in the position of a master, because he can become a slave driver, a greedy grubber and a controlling entity once given the opportunity.
With the introduction of credit in the society, it has forged a controlling circle over people’s lives, where people are living consistently above their affordable means by the euphoric idea of buy now and pay later.
By the end of the month, most people’s accounts are in deficit because all the payments has gone in and they hardly have two coins left to rub together, thus the vicious cycle of chasing after the elusive monetary wealth continues.
Until, we conscientiously and actively learn to curb the expense and keep to the absolute needs as against the wants, we will remain in a limbo.
There are so many ways of practicing thrift asides from cutting coupons and it might surprise us how much better off we would be, if we care to throw away some spending practice that burns holes in our pockets.
A borrower will always remain a servant at the beck and call of the lender. May your money be a good servant and not a grinding master.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
They called it an ugly name
They called it Slave trade
It was man’s inhumanity to fellow man
An injustice that took so many and destroyed the human spirit
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They called it by a fancy name
They called it The Holocaust
A horrific history
Of the evil machinations of men
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They called it by a fancy name
They called it apartheid
It was the great divide
That was strictly applied
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They gave it a fancy name
They called it genocide
It was monstrous and intensified
An attempt to cast aside and to nullify
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They have given it a fancy name
It is called racism
Which is just a term applied
To subjugate and sub-divide
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Each of these fancy names
Has created huge gulfs
Among the human race
That leaves us mortified
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How do we ever bridge
This great divide?
For the bridge across
Is a long, treacherous walk away from home.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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