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Let Me Lead You Out An emotive poem that only comes from inner battle and tremendous decision to stand and not give in.

The Past is History, not A Mystery I totally enjoyed reading this. History is there to teach us and help us to make a better decision. History is certainly not a mystery. Do have a read.

Seeking Alternative Help When we are going through health challenges, are we willing to try methods that are probably not things we would have given a second thought to?

Jolts causing rapid emotional or psychological switches: Informative post on mental health. I learned something new today.

People with bipolar disorder, and all other mental illnesses just hate, yes, hate, when people tell them to “snap out of it” (their mood states, anxiety or other states). Since most mental illnesses are not unlike other physical illnesses, such a suggestion is very much easier said than done, and the person suggesting such an action clearly misunderstands the severity and difficulty of the illnesses.

Love is A Verb – An Easter Story Beautiful, deep and gave me a fresh understanding. You’ve got to read this.

God loves all of His Creation regardless of race, creed, religion, sexual orientation, or class; His Creation belongs to His Creation, all of it.

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Featured Blogs

The Dying Cries of Men…

March 22, 2017March 22, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha15 Comments

My son, sit beside me and hear my tales

though my eyes are rheumy with age

it is said that age brings sage.

I hear the echoes of booming cannons

we fought these wars

we won by blood

yet victory rings hollow

‘cos I still hear with sorrow

the dying cries of men

who went before their tomorrow.

Jacqueline

Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

How Do We Explain This?

February 26, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha10 Comments

How on earth do humans forget so quickly that xenophobic history continually repeats itself? I thought that like is commonly said that experience is the best teacher should have taught us hard earned lessons by now that hate is such a destructive fuel that divides and dehumanizes?

How can we explain recent wicked acts that are perpetrated in civil society? How can we condone these things as though they are normal?

Watching recent vile, vivid videos about Xenophobic attacks in South Africa – acts of hatred perpetrated by black South Africans on other African natives residing over there, people from Nations who stood by South Africans through Apartheid – where the perpetrators cite the lack of jobs in their community as the fault of non-indigenes who have taken all their jobs. A particular video making the rounds issues a serious warning of more attacks if the non-SA residents don’t leave in the next 14 days.

I wish that my brain could unwatch these despicable acts of horror. How exactly do these specimens of homo sapiens live with themselves after their deplorable acts?

My mind hovers on the current situation in the States and I fear for the degeneration of situations. Some may have not seen the documentary, but an underground network of sanctuaries is sprouting up anonymously in the US by concerned citizens who want to help victims caught up in the ICE windstorm.

Does this not bring the underground railroad set up for slaves to mind? Are we retrogressing or what?

How have we forgotten the horrors of the holocaust, the annihilation of the Native Americans, the bitter fruits of slavery still being harvested till today? How do humans make such poor students and such horrible mistakes?

I am still struggling to understand how hate can consume the mind so much that all reasoning fails. Sometimes, I wonder if people fail to realize that none of us will get out of here alive. That the piece of red earth we fight tooth and nail, kill and maim others for will still fall to the termites?

How far are we willing to degenerate before we can rise up and say enough?

We are better than this. We are one human race and I hope someday that we’ll realize this somehow.

Jacqueline

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Echos Of My Neighbourhood · Travel

Sharjah Contemporary Art Exhibition…Echoes Of My Neighbourhood # 19

May 19, 2016May 19, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha16 Comments

On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.

I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.

Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be a house, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.

Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.

This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes since we cannot all be at those places, we could, at least, see them through you.

If you wish, there’s a tour Bus that takes people around the city for a fee.

another interesting artistic contraption that writes a different letter with each light bulb.

Better made out of cups filled with milk

Each weekend, I try to fit in some outing/entertainment activity in our lives to balance work, school and other things.

Last week Friday found me dragging my troop on a day trip to Sharjah for an exhibition. It was an hours drive from home *counting in traffic*, though the traffic inside the city is quite tight.

The Emirate of Sharjah is one of the states of UAE. It’s not as glitzy as it’s sister state Dubai but leans towards history and culture. There are several museums in this place and they all beg for exploring.

Sharjah was declared by UNESCO as the capital of Islamic Culture in 2014 and it’s rich heritage museums show it.

However, on this trip, we focused on the Calligraphy Biennial exhibition which took the better part of the day. Other museums will be explored at later dates.

Whenever I say museum, my children mumble under their breaths, but they get to enjoy it and learn from it. As usual I took lots of photos but will only share some with you for now.

We sat in our homes and travelled to many exotics locations. Hop on let’s go and see 😉

Cycling, breakfast and teriyaki Lady Lee’s pictures are what I call soul satisfying.

English Civil War re-enactment: Maybe because history was one of my fave subjects in school, I totally enjoyed these enchanting scenes captured by Louise. Thank you Louise, for joining us this week 🙂

The red-hot kettle, Seagulls, and the pretty tops Great pieces for your eyes.

Lush, beautiful Denmark as enchanting as ever. Europe is calling me in the winds.

Echoes from Adelaide, South Australia, a tale of the storm, the beautiful big red and the golden shovel from Raili. Zoom to Adelaide 😉

We love armchair travelling, do share a bit of your World with us.

Thank you and have a great day today 🙂

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Creative Writing · Fiction · Short Stories

Bright Long John…

December 21, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha19 Comments

The name had changed from Bright Scholars to Saint Brigid’s, but the trademark bicycle ‘Long John’ was still mounted at its entrance weathering the elements.

The owner of the bicycle was the founder, teacher and headmaster of St. Brigid’s.

He was called Bright Long John. The first son-of-the-soil who could communicate with the foreigners in their strange language. He was Umuchime’s ears and mouthpiece with these strangers.

Folklore has it that he kept his bicycle ‘the only one far and wide’ in impeccable state. That the distinctive jingle of it’s bells were heard from afar when he rode down the village paths.

”What happened to him Papa?” Onyeka inquired.

”No one is sure. It is said that one day, after starting the school, he vanished.”

”A search was done but he was never found.”

”The belief is that he was kidnapped and pressed into slavery in foreign lands.”

”His bicycle was kept for him just in case he returned, but he never did.”

”Sometimes, at nights the bells of the bicycle can still be heard jingling down the village paths.”

In response to the FFfAW photo prompt above. Thank you Priceless Joy for this challenge platform.

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Quick Glossary

Umuchime – Means ‘the children of Chime.’ A ficticious name of a village in Eastern part of Nigeria