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The hamper of goodies…Friday fiction in five sentences.

The ding-dong of the doorbell sounded loud in the silent, dim house.

Ginger and her owner opened the door, met no one but a wicker hamper with goodies; a bottle of red, a thick slab of ham, some fruitcake, pecan pie and a card that simply said ‘thank you.’

Ms. Penelope always thought highly of herself and felt gratified that someone had finally come to their good sense to appreciate her neighbourly attitude. She forgot that five minutes ago she sat in the dark in her house stewing over the din coming from the neighbours who were obviously having a swell party without inviting her. She had been contemplating calling the police before the bell rang.

She forgot that she was the neighbourhood’s reliable gossip, all seeing eye busy-body who had observed the licentious shenanigans going on in the home of the Stottgard’s now ex’s.

A generous portion of red poured into her chipped mug and a good helping of pie, she wondered again what the O’hilley’s were up to with the plumber visiting Mrs O’hilley ever so often. That’s a riddle that no one has an answer to, because, since the night of the party, Ms Penelope hasn’t been seen puttering around other people’s business, but her poor Tabby has been heard crying late into the nights.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


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Is this not too much information?

breaking news

Sometimes, I listen to all the news syndication in dismay. Yes there is freedom of expression and freedom of press, but at times you begin to wonder if too much information is simply not handing your enemy all your aces.

The excessive coverage given to terrorist groups has not in any way assisted in retarding their progress. Rather, instead of diminishing, it just seems to increase their self importance and public profile. Sensationalizing these groups has grown to such a level as to prove attractive to adventurous, young undiscerning minds.

Listening to the report of how a successful raid was carried out due to the slip up of an ISIS member by posting a selfie which showed his location had me shaking my head in disbelief. Why let the cat out of the bag? Would a member make such a slip up again? I doubt it very much.

I thought intelligence were meant to guard some information jealously? Is there a point in time, when information becomes too much? I do wonder if there is no better way?

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha