Rononvan's Weekly Haiku Challenge

Painted Mask…

When I saw Ronovan’s prompt for this week’s haiku ‘painted & lady’ I chuckled, wondering what prompted his train of thought.

These days, I marvel at how much time some ladies spend painting and brushing and painting some more. It just seems too exhausting taking all that time applying layers and layers of makeup that one would wash off at the end of the day. Just a little dab should suffice.

The lady wears heavy makeup

I wonder if she recognizes herself anymore

beneath her bright painted mask.



The Daily Post

Those Lovely Frilly Dresses…


I enjoy fashion and when I was much younger, I quite considered myself a decent fashionista. It was a matter of being on fashionable point, with the pedal-pushers, the knicker-bockers, the hot-pants, bell-bottoms, tube tops, penny loafers, cute platforms and what not.

I can’t forget the priceless look on my dad’s face when I once ripped up my jeans in the wake of the ripped jeans fad. He thought it was for a University project called rag day and the poor man just couldn’t understand the whole shebang.

Nevertheless, I always drew the line on indecent clothing that were simply too exposing.

I have never found the thought of exposed bosoms and butts my cup of tea.

Before you start to wonder, yes I do wear shorts.

Sensible shorts that will not cause your eyebrows to disappear totally from your face, leaving you looking forever startled.

In recent times, I have seen ladies (and I hesitate to address them as ladies) dressed in ways that begs questioning and this nudity is even glorified on media platforms.

I think that it is part of today’s societal problems, which indirectly encourages a lot of young ladies not to take pride in esteeming themselves or treating their bodies with dignity. It has it’s adverse effect on society at large. The equating of nudity with being fashionable, is a view that I seriously beg to disagree with.

If someone behaves trashy, people will turn her into a dumpster and like my mother would say, ‘if a man can get free milk from his neighbours cow frivolously at any time he wants, he would never have need to buy his own Cow; and if the Cow dies, he simply becomes friendly with another generous neighbour.’

Nowadays, I go for comfort as much as possible on a regular day and I love to wear girly dresses that accentuate my femininity on special occasions.

Nothing spells ‘lady’ like a woman in a lovely get up.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post New Sensation.

Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.


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Those Wicked Contraptions….

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Night and Day.”

corset-itch2 Stilettos 2

An A-class rated event, coupled with the desire to cast a captivating, svelte, alluring figure all rolled-in-one *pun intended* led me down the path of purchasing a slinky dress to go with the anticipated moment.

The rolls and bulges needed to be folded in very nicely and the cute shop attendant introduced me to the wonderful corset. A piece of nip-tuck body magic, body shaping contraption (not garment in my opinion) which promised a smooth finish and an immediate downsize of several inches. Everything looked real good!

Now, a pair of stilettos which were required to complete the fashionista look were obtained (at a bargain, I must tell you).

Party, here we come!

It’s was a lovely evening. We were good to go. I was no longer so sure of my choices but with husband practically tapping his toes in the bid to go, I chose to brave it and all nicely trussed up like a turkey, off we went.

I don’t think I have spent a more miserable evening at a party before! I could barely take in sufficient gulps of air. Needless to say, the pins and needles poking at my ribs all evening were absolutely no fun!

All the lovely finger food passed me by with regret (the food regretted and so did I). Any attempt to take a meaningful bite would have caused some things to burst loose.

I couldn’t even comfort myself by dancing either! It appeared the stilettos were not quite as comfortable as they had been on the day they were bought.

I sat upright all evening like a nob or better still a snobbish aristocrat and using the restroom was not a mean feat at all!

Most of the conversation floated over my head because my entire thoughts were “Oh my God, when would be the reasonable time to leave so that I can disentangle myself from my self-imposed cagey nonsense.”

Those items never saw the light of the day again. A lesson not to be repeated.

Just in case you are interested, I have this lovely corset and killer stilts that would complement your wardrobe. It’s available for auction. Going! Going! Going….to any bidder please!

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S. Thank you WordPress for reminding us of good times spent 🙂