Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Poetry/Poems · The Daily Post

What’s In Your Secret Box?…

Shall I peek into your secret box
And sniff around like a little fox
What are those bones
And these mill stones
That drags you down
And makes you frown

Shall I peek into your secret box
Oh my it has too many locks
Will I find rainbow dust
Or a witch with a fiery gust
Be it Ogre with a wicked temper
Or Prince who knows how to whimper

What’s in your secret box
Please do tell
I shan’t ring the bell
And if you tell
You won’t go to hell.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S. My dear WP, this is an evasive poem written in avoidance of your nosy self 😉

The Daily Post Evasive action

What’s the most significant secret you’ve ever kept? Did the truth ever come out?

Inspiration - Motivation · Life · Lifestyle · Midnight motivation and musings · Self Help · Tips for the day · Weave that Dream

Midnight Motivations and Musings #8…

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The story of humanity is riddled with everyday people whose lives become testimonies and inspirations for others to arise from their pits of trouble to sit in victory atop the rubble.

It’s up to you to make your story the beauty around your neck and use it as a propelling force that will bring light into your life and the lives of those around you.

Regards,

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

Family · Fiction · Friday Fiction in Five Sentences · Short Stories · Tips for the day

Lost Boy…Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

 

The voice of the security rang sharply and intermittently over the Mall’s public address system.

‘There’s a missing child with us, he is four years old, he is dressed in brown slacks and a blue shirt, please contact the security to identify him,’ the speaker kept announcing.

This went on for hours, but no one came.

Little Ashif was tired, tearful, hungry and hoped Mama would come and get him soon; he promised to be a good boy, if only she would come.

As days passed no one came and the little boy wondered why she never came back, after all, he had been a good boy when she said he should stand and wait; he became the ward of the State.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S. This story came to me based on an experience at the Mall. A child went missing and the loud speakers went on for hours announcing and describing that child.

I was there for three hours or thereabouts and I left with a heavy mind. I wondered if the parents of that boy picked him up or not. I couldn’t help wondering how they misplaced him in such a huge mall in the first place.

*As a security caution, once we arrive any of the Malls here or anywhere, I look for the information desk and get a name tag band which my children wear on their wrists with my number and their dad’s own written on it, where that is not available, I write on a piece of paper and tuck it into their pockets, just in case there is a pandemonium or anything of the sort.

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Challenges · Fiction · Short Stories

Need For Speed…

Linda knew Scott was visiting again. It took her a while to understand Jack’s  excited reactions whenever he ran to the closed garage door and made those noises while thumping his tail.

Scott loved to race and she hated it with a passion. Every time the racing circuit was on, she developed ulcer from anxiety.

She begged him to stop, but he said that the speed got his adrenaline pumping. He simply couldn’t stay away from the tracks.

She remembered that day with vivid clarity. Her bad feeling made her ask him not to go, but he waved off her fears with his boisterous, full of life laughter.

The nightmare unfolded before her eyes as she stood by the bylines watching cars careen out of control, the screeching tires, the scrunch of metal and the pile-up.

Scott died. His speeding days forever silenced, but everyday he is back, tinkering with his old clunker that he first started racing with.

She thought that his fatal attraction would have faded after everything that happened, but his passion seemed incurable.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Thank you Pixabay for the photo and Priceless Joy for this enchanting platform

Challenges · Inspiration - Motivation · Life · Lifestyle · My Thinking Corner · Success

Tuesday Trickles #7…My Thinking Corner.

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 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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Affirm positive words over your life each day. They are little pebbles that helps you find your way.

If we spend our lives worrying about being judged, then we will simply do no living, because either sides of the coin, You will be judged!

You have to live in the present, to get the best from it. There is no better time for your best life other than now. Tomorrow, will arrive at it’s appointed time and you will deal with it equally.

On those rainy days and dark days of our lives, we must keep a flicker of light and an umbrella to shelter ourselves during such periods. The flicker of light and umbrella can be kept in the storehouse within you.

Peace is not going to run and grasp you by the hands. You run to peace and hold on to it with your tentacles as a consciously cultivated effort. Sometimes, having peace might involve letting go of some people who are simply not good for you.

Very wise thoughts sent in from Deb of Bookyglover

When you are not so sure, you could try doing this from Rosema of the Reading writer.

Can we hear you think aloud? Please do tell and join in with your little snippets.

Regards,

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

A link to my neighbours/Community · Blogging

Let’s Have ‘An I Love You’ Party…

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We are approaching the commercial month of love, though I am of the opinion that love should be a practiced existential part of our everyday lives. Sometimes, I kinda feel that the commercializing of valentine is a bit much, but that’s just my opinion.

Why don’t we have a lovely, lovey-dovey blog hopping party weekend :0))

If you are interested, I can be the hostess. Just sending out feelers.

There will be lots of candles and flowers, cakes and chocolates too *at least virtually* and we can share loads of links to our soppy love stories – non-fiction or fiction, poems, lyrical prose, pictures etc.

Posts that tugs at the heartstrings,  plasters smiles on our faces and makes you bring out your scented tissue box.

Let’s make it a date ‘cos I am falling in love with you 😉

If you think it’s a worthwhile idea, please indicate below.

I will be re-blogging this post till the Valentine weekend.

Please do share if you can and invite others. The more the merrier.

Regards,

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Creative Writing · Fiction · Short Stories

Barnaby is up to his usual tricks…

Philomena just started her new job as the lab technician. A lab with lots of gadgets, even a full-bodied skeleton.

She gets down to work intending to leave good impressions on her new boss, but something feels off.

Looking at the skeleton, it seems to have moved a few more inches.

It must be the light’ she mutters.

A shuffling sound has her turning. She is sure that the skeleton winked at her.

‘No! I must be imagining things.

Then she felt the slight ruffle of the hair at the nape of her neck.

Yelping in alarm, she dashes out to the hallway, almost knocking her new boss over in her haste.

What’s the problem, Philomena?

She barely utters a word, flapping like a crazed woman.

‘Oh darn it!’ He exclaims.

‘Barnaby is up to his old tricks.’

Not to worry my dear. He is quite harmless and very friendly too.’

‘He wants to get acquainted.’

‘He was the resident scientist who blew himself up in an experiment.’

‘He just can’t stop lingering in the lab.’

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to the FFAW photo prompt above. Compliments to Pixabay for the photo and Priceless Joy for this challenge platform.

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