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Pure and sweetness…

When I saw the prompt ‘pure’ for The Daily Post Photo Challenge, my mind drifted to these things:

❤ The lovely handbook below, ‘Blessings from heaven,’ is a beautiful gift from Ann Hayes.Blessings from heaven

She’s a lovely friend of mine back in Houston. She surprised me with it at the George Bush International airport on the day we were leaving the US for our move to Dubai. I hadn’t expected to see her, nor the blessing of the book and I always keep it with the Rosary, a gift from my brother-in-law’s trip to Jerusalem.

Though these may seem like simple things, they speak of pure thoughtfulness and sweetness to me.  I never forget such gestures.

❤ There’s nothing as sweet and as pure as a baby’s playful delight and gorgeousness. For me, it’s cuteness overloaded. It always gives my heart joy to watch their simple delight.Child

❤ Cute little puppies spell pure carefreeness and mischief to me 🙂


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.

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From the very first poem, “Dreams,” this book captivates with passionate and perceptive words. Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha captures a broad expanse of the human experience in this book of richly layered poems.

Out of the silent breath

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Here, There and Where else?..

This glitzy city of Dubai is growing on me in its own way and I think that it could probably burrow its way much more into my heart if the inhabitants looked less like they sucked on sour grapes half of the time.20150508_093925_3_bestshot

Whats with all the serious look, that to wangle a greeting or a smile is almost like a visit to the dentist, where you reluctantly have to open your mouth?

Hard forbidding looks, frowns and cold stares are offered as if you would steal their smile or as if the smiles are worth pots of gold.

With a little more observation, I have found that the warmer ones around here are the Filipinos, who are quick to offer a greeting with a smile as they try to cajole you to patronize them.

They are closely followed by the Russian and Ukrainian ladies, then the Indian and Chinese who all want to make quick sales and who know that these foreigners visiting or living here might have a little extra cash at hand.

The Pakistanis are a bit rough around the edges, though their sleek tongued sales men are usually dressed more dapper in tight tailored to fit suits and Mohawk shaped crops gelled into place with enough fritz that the spikes will not even waver under a windstorm.

The Pakistani drivers hurtle down the highway at aggressive speed, hardly allowing you space to inch in on the road. They duly remind me of my Lagos brothers whose method of  ‘shan’t gree’/not allowing you to enter the road, is similar to theirs.

The blacks around are as black as they come. The Ethiopians who are half wishing they are Arabs, therefore not quite sure whether they should fraternize with other blacks or not and then the hustling Nigerians who are looking for goods to ship back to an ever demanding and increasing consumer Nation of over 173 million.

It is an incredible potpourri of Nationalities and I am discovering them as I go on.

The rest of the crew are their usual lukewarm selves, neither cold nor hot, just pursed lips like people who have bad case of gas.

If I could spend my time equally divided between two places right now, I would choose my home’s in Houston, Texas and Lagos, Nigeria.

I miss both places, with severe doses of nostalgia sometimes, more so at this time of the year with the holidays floating in the air. I miss my friends in Houston, I miss the Texas Multicultural Women (a Non-Governmental Organization that I belong to), I miss my library runs, my parish – Christ The Redeemer, I miss school volunteer work, my quiet neighbourhood, the parks that were close to home and so much more.

There is no Christmas like that spent back in my native land in Nigeria. I miss the crazy hustle and bustle.

I miss the warmth of family, friends and even strangers alike. I miss the smiling faces and the loads of social events.

These pangs are not easy for me to capture in words.

The Daily Post prompt A Tale of Two Cities

If you could split your time evenly between two places, and two places only, which would these be?

Family · Hope

It’s a TEA PARTY and you are invited too!..

Tea party invitation

It’s a Tea and a Hat Affair!
It’s a Charity Event!

It’s a Family Event!
A chance to connect, to have fun and to SUPPORT a worthy cause; all rolled in one!

The illustrious Texas Multicultural Women (a Non-Governmental Organization) TMW are hosting their Annual Charity Tea & Hat Affair, on 26th September 2015, from 10:00a.m – 2:00p.m in Houston, Texas.

It’s a chance to glam it up like The Ascots’ and The Tudors’.

A chance to bask in God’s presence and in the warmth of others.

Fundraising from this charity event provides Scholarship for Non-Traditional Students as well as Aid to Families transitioning into the Houston Area.

Please, let’s not keep all our blessings to ourselves let’s share with others.

Will you be in Houston, Texas on the 26th of September? Just come on over!

Do you have someone in Houston you wish to surprise and bless?

This is an opportunity to put a smile on someone’s face!

Be blessed and have a good weekend.

”We rise by LIFTING OTHERS” – Robert Ingersoll