“I want to stay curled and cosied and chocolated….forever in my mother’s arms.” Sanober Khan
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#Hugs are free, but they are one of the best and simple things life offers from our loved ones.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Tag: children
Courage! That’s all.
He was not fearless.
As a matter of fact
he was always filled with trepidation.
Yet he always found the courage
that galvanized his actions.
He walked into the burning house
and grabbed the little child.
He knew his soul would haunt him forever
if they burnt to death.
Never again he said to himself.
The memory of his mother
and his little brother
forever seared in his mind.
*****
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Fearless, The Daily Post
Image credit: Pixabay.com
Picnic in the parlour…Friday Fiction In Five Sentences
Angela looks out of the window in delight at the fair weather, the Sun’s rays wink from beneath the clouds.
Ah! Finally, a beautiful day to frolic, riding bicycles and having a picnic in the park.
It’s a good day today, she hums to herself, rousing the boys from their computer games to assemble the items for an outdoor foray.
The rumble of Thunder, gives pause to her delight and true to type, the fickle weather has changed it’s mind.
We shall just have to have this picnic in the living room she mutters in deflation.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Image credit: Pixabay.com
Tiny and Tall…
So, I will just cut to the chase of the matter and attach my photos for today’s photo 101 theme ‘scale and observation.’
I am so totally knackered and my brain is running at half tank from insufficient snooze.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Exhaling Loudly…This is my life.
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I know it’s not weekend yet, but I am thankful that we are halfway there, or as in my case, almost a day to weekend and the school Spring breaks commences on Friday. YAYYYYY!!!
Our weekend’s over here in the Middle East starts on Thursday evenings and sometimes, it makes my mind go wonky, when the work week starts on Sunday’s and other parts of the World are still on a weekend.
It’s been one of those weeks that’s just bleh; waking up at past 4 am and making the children’s breakfast and food for school with one eye open.
I know that being a mother, weekend does not necessarily spell idling, but some things are taken out of the hectic equation.
My mouth will probably get twisted seven ways from talking, settling squabbles and I will probably pull my hair out now and again, for these days that squad will be fully at home, adrenaline filled and looking up to Mama the squad entertainer extraordinaire to keep them focused and entertained.
I shall however, thoroughly enjoy not having the infernal red alarm clock go off, just when I am getting into the zen part of the sleep; at least for the next two weeks. It even rings in my head when I am awake 
On the other hand, I am equally thankful for a lovely blogger’s bash held in this space. The supportive turn out was just awesome 🙂
I am equally excited that the cover of my collected poetry will soon be ready. There’ll definitely be a sneak peek.
What are the itty-bitty things that your heart knows thanks for?
Do share if you will. Thank you.
You can join Colline’s or Maria Jansson gratitude challenge platforms.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Dragging Feet…Ronovan Writes Weekly Poetry Haiku
Mama, are you saying that
I really have to take a shower
Before I get to play?
The pair of words: ‘Shower and Play’ Ronovan gave us for this week brought a smile to my face.
It reminds me of certain conversation that goes on in my household between me and my youngest.
With sweet wide eyes looking at me full of expectations that he will get a pass.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Abandoned…
For two days running, I have seen this abandoned scooter and I am wondering which child left it behind. There’s a park close by.
Tongue in cheek, I dare say it belongs to a boy, from mere deductions of the Ben 10 image on it and the colour as well.
I bet he will tell his mother that he doesn’t know who took it 😉
I would have loved to be there and to see his wide-eyed innocence when he says ‘I don’t know who took it.’
So many scenarios have played in my head and I am writing a children’s story about it 🙂
Walking energizes me both physically, spiritually, mentally and so much more.
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Starting Young….Mundane Monday
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I watched the little lady struggle with her ball.
I bet the ball weighed more than she did, but she wouldn’t let anyone else get it 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Monday Meme
How Many Hats Do You Wear, Mama Dear?…
Being a Mama confers on so many crowns of responsibilities and these multi-tasking are meant to be executed with your hands tied behind your back, your eyes closed, with loads of grace and as cool as a cucumber. Yeah right!
It is also to be done with a flourish of excellence while trying to get your own life somewhere in the mix of playing so many roles such as:
Chief Executive of the House (after the Chairman if there is one)
Chef to fussy clients.
Housekeeper
Taxi driver without any tips.
Peace broker
All teams cheerleader.
Professional anger management manager
Secret keeper
Hair stylist
Errand girl
Laundry machine operator
Security officer
Toy repairs specialist
Teacher
Financial Manager
Art director and Model too
Poop cleaner and potty trainer
Personal Assistant to all and sundry
Day care provider
Teeth inspector
PTA champion
All and sundry family therapist
In house doctor/nurse and bruise healer
The storyteller extraordinaire with singing talents
Sleep scientist and slayer of scary monsters under the bed
Hugging and kiss champion
Stain removal and mess packer expert
Prayer warrior
Events manager
Health and Safety supervisor
…….and the list goes on endlessly!
Sometimes, I am not quite sure whether the assignments the teacher gives in school is meant for the child or for me and to test my patience.
Now, let me go and put on my draughtsman, architect, site worker hat on! We (I and my young son) have to continue his new class project of building the Dubai’s Burj Al Arab with hardboard, tin foil, colours, glues and all sorts of fun stuff. He is the main director of this act.
It took the builders 6 years to do the original building and now we are expected to get our replica done in a few days.
As you can see from the picture by the side, it is work in progress and we are making a mangled mess of it (but having fun though).
Let’s hope it turns out fair at the end of this patience inducing exercise and then I can continue building my blog.
Enjoy the multi-tasking hats that motherhood confers on you.
How many hats do you wear so far?
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to NaBloPoMo prompt Wednesday, November 11
What was the last thing you fixed or built?
a cooking pot and twisted tales 