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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
When I saw ‘leap & throb’ as the prompt for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge, my mind went to the age-old caution of look before you leap.
Sometimes, I guess we just have to take chances in life especially when it comes to love.
Telling you to look before you leap,
is only a sensible advice,
to prevent breaking parts that will throb.
She leaped into love in such haste,
that she regretted such mistake,
her broken heart throbbed from painful deceit.
©
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Mundane Monday Challenge is 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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The difference between a slippery fall and not falling lay in the cute banana peel caution.
I am glad someone placed it there ‘cos I was clicking away happily on my camera and would probably have been the one to land on her backside if not for the fact that some sensible person placed that cute caution to alert passersby to watch out for the spilt liquid.
Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
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Jacqueline writes from her heart on passion, pain, suffering, loss and LIFE. I have been incredibly moved by her poetry and I know I will return to “Out of the Silent Breath” again and again.
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Yesterday, I had to get some bloodwork done at the hospital and despite not feeling my usual stellar self, my sense of observation did not leave me.
I watched the men in the photo walk past me, both scrolling through their phones and paying a little less attention to where they were headed.
Like a poorly written script, they missed the bold caution sign on the floor outlining the step down leading outside and the wheeled in chap took a bad tumble.
I presume he must have twisted something because his friend had to help him up, then got a wheelchair and brought him back inside.
The phone fascination is becoming a worrying trend.
Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
I absolutely love this book of poems. My favorites are “Love Rations” (for those who love to give the silent treatment) and “Beggars Supper” (which definitely pulls at the heart strings). Two thumbs up!!
Lend me your listening ears O’ people of mine,
That I may whisper the ancient words,
That I fed your forefathers,
So that you may be a Voice.
You are the land of a great people,
The land of the rising and the setting sun.
A land that overflows,
With the goodness that I have given.
Do not dance naked to the beat of a drum,
That goes thrumming in the dark of the night;
Lest you dance the dance of the dead.
Do not chase the fly senselessly,
Lest you enter the grave with it.
Do not join the madman in the market,
To nod at his music,
Hence, you know not who beats his drum for him.
Do not listen to the ramblings of depraved men,
When you cannot decipher their wisdom or mental health.
Shall you forget the directions your forebears gave you;
In pursuance of the Golden Fleece that only misleads?
Your truths and values, you’ve thrown to the winds.
Scattered like a flock of birds,
Pursued by the booming sound of wealth.
Caution, I implore, lest you cut the cord;
Thus, you shall reap only seeds of discord.
You grasp with greed, You grapple with misdeeds,
Robbing yourselves blind of all that is right.
Lend me your ears O’ people of mine.
That you may hear my Voice,
As I whisper to you in the blowing wind.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Voice, The Daily Post
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There are loads of shopping malls over here in Dubai. Huge Ones, Medium Ones, Small Ones and with them come hordes of humans from all walks of life.
We went shopping for a no-frills plain white shirt for my daughter, which is required for a school programme (last week it was a red one, for flag day, I wonder what it will be next week) and mid-way trawling the shops she needed to use the ladies.
We duly went to the ladies and I felt it was also better to do a little tinkle just in case, luckily like every standard up-to-date mall, rest-room convenience is easily accessible and over here, they do a very good job at keeping it spick and span.
As usual, the ladies-room is filled with women; young and old, re-doing their scarves, patting and brushing their hair, dusting their noses, powdering their faces, pouting their lips and squinting their eyes as they apply the required make-up mask. It is really a bee-hive of femaleness.
My daughter came out and I observed that her skirt was somewhat askew, so I had tried to adjust it a bit and that required a little lifting to straighten the lining.
From the corner of my eye, the not so young lady stood in front of the mirror directly in front of our view (we were caught in her reflection) after all her primping, she started pouting her lips in all manners of contortions and NO! you don’t say, went clicking happily on her phone, taking pictures in the TOILET.
I counted to 10, telling myself to just go, but the little imp in me refused to let go of the bone.
I told her “my dear lady, I don’t think that taking photo shots in the restroom where other ladies are milling around is a proper thing to do!”
She stared at me in disdain. I don’t know if she understood English or not.
I proceeded to explain better in sign language gesticulating all over the place, asking her to check if her pictures had caught people in the rest-room and to delete it.
She simply went into a tirade of Arabic and left in a huff.
I also went into a tirade of Igbo (my native language) and left in her wake in a huff.
These selfie absorbed moments can get ridiculous at times.
How smart is a human who takes pictures in a public rest-room where you have so many other users? Why not wait until you get to your private bathroom and then you can say all the cheese and contort all the pouts required? 
I don’t get it! I think rest-rooms should come with big signs of ”No Photography Allowed.”
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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