She Called Him Mine….

December 15, 2015December 15, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha26 Comments

They loved so much,

That a blind could see it.

The fruits of their love,

Was quite clear to me.

She called him mine,

And he called her Nkem,

Which also meant mine.

They were each others backbone,

One couldn’t go where

The other would not go.

And this way they stayed together,

From their youthfulness,

To their greying years.

Till death stole Mine away from Nkem.

Now, I watch my mother flounder,

Without my dad by her side.

♥

There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.

”Thank you Vijaya” 🙂

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I Thought That I Knew…

December 15, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha23 Comments

I heaved and panted.

With all my might,

I pushed.

Till I thought that,

Every vein within,

Would burst with pressure.

And I hated every moment,

Of such horrendous pain.

Wondering what was the gain?

Until I beheld the squalling bundles,

And their curious little eyes.

I felt their fist snatch tight,

And held my heart very fast.

The pain flew out of the window,

The light of the gain shone bright.

As I tumbled completely in love,

Without hindrance, I fell.

Realizing that I had no idea whatsoever

I thought I knew it before.

♥

There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.

”Thank you Vijaya” 🙂

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Heaven Bound!…

December 14, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha10 Comments

Heaven lies in your hands.

Said the Teacher,

To the Bomber.

Don’t you want to get to heaven he asked?

Easy-peasy! He advised

Bomber listened with rapturous intent.

All you need to do today,

Is to kill everybody

Said Teacher

To Bomber

Heaven lay in his hands.

Time ticked away,

Voila! Heaven at last.

Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy

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You Need No Brains, My Beauty…

December 14, 2015December 14, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha18 Comments

You mustn’t worry your pretty head, my dear

Nor bother wearing out your little brain

With any intelligent reasoning

For you are a woman, my darling.

Women need no analytical thinking,

All you really need are your boobs and your rear ending.

For women don’t need to be intelligent,

All they need do is to look pretty.

A good cake of powder,

A tube of siren red lipstick,

A dash of pale blush,

A stroke of extra lashes,

A nice tush hugging little dress

And a pair of killer heels.

That should do the trick,

For your intelligence,

Is highly over-rated my dear.

Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy

From the illogical to the nonsensical, Day 6 invites you to explore Fallacy,

Courtesy of the devious @jdoublep.

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The Lazy Crow…

December 14, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha8 Comments

The Sun only rises

When Cocky the rooster crows.

So, we must blame it on that Lazy Rooster

Who was feeling like such a hipster

And failed in his morning’s duty roster,

He neither cockled earlier nor harder,

And the Sun overslept, failing to rise faster,

Which made us lazy and we woke up a little later.

Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy

From the illogical to the nonsensical, Day 6 invites you to explore Fallacy,

Courtesy of the devious @jdoublep.

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My Clay Feet…personal

December 13, 2015December 13, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha35 Comments

Did someone mention flaws? Oh dear!

My heap of clay feet is so huge that it’s too heavy to be placed on a pedestal. I am covered in bruises of flaws.

I am bandaged and sore all over from the blight of character that I suffer.

Grace and mercy saved me from the blisters of slavery to my flaws and I hardly know where to start, but what I know for sure is that I am truly glad for the gift of self acceptance and discovery.

Before I got married and had children, my patience level was low and needed room for improvement. In simple terms, I did not suffer fools gladly.

However, with the arrival of my darling, yours truly, my young patience was stretched thin, that there were times I wondered if God was having a chuckle as fate deliberately paired me with a man who is my direct opposite and who would drive me crazy with his own eccentricities.

Then the arrival of children stretched it further, yet, surprisingly made it stronger and more elastic to such an extent that the level of my patience in recent times astounds even me at times.

I used to worry incessantly. I worried about my family. I worried about tomorrow. I worried about the state of the World and everything worth worrying about up until the ministrations of the Holy Spirit made me realize that worrying about issues beyond my control was simply exhausting, fruitless and non-purposeful.

I learnt to start casting my burdens unto The Lord as minutiae as they may be and over time, I have noticed so much improved difference. The trials and lessons were actually meant for my own long term benefit.

It’s really an endless list but, something that I know for sure is that, not only is my evolution a transforming liberation for me, but also a spiritually refining progress.

Without doubts no one can claim to be flawless. Even the Saints were Sinners at some point in time in their lives.

Now I see my flaws as my beauty spots 🙂

The Daily Post prompt Flawed.

What is your worst quality?

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Do You Have Freedom?…

December 11, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha31 Comments

Writing 101, Day 5 – Freedom

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All In A Milli-Second…

December 10, 2015December 10, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha22 Comments

♥

It started in just a second,
‘Cos that’s what he reckons.
He met her at a function,
Yes it was a luncheon.
In milliseconds their eyes clung,
He felt the air leave his lungs.
He knew that she was the one,
The sizzle she felt was no pun.
It’s been Forty years strong,
And they are still going on.

Writing 101 – Day 4 – Seconds

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It’s Never Too Little…

December 9, 2015December 10, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha18 Comments

My heart is glad for the pretty things that surround me in this environment. The flowers are blooming all over the place and the birds are flocking all around.

For the simple things of life, like a warm bowl of chilli and vegetable soup brewed in my kitchen, for the crispy cool Sahara air; even though we are all sneezing and coughing, I give thanks.

Above all things today, I am so grateful that we were able to find Prednisolone at 3am this morning, when my young boy woke up with sudden bad allergic reaction and a swollen face.

We used all the normal stuff for him, but to no avail.

He is allergic to certain environmental factors and it occurs more with weather changes like Summer with all the pollen or the dusty Winter air in this climes.

I did not want to use EpiPen which I keep for only extreme reactions.

Mercifully, the allergic reaction has been arrested and we have every cause to smile.

For what are you thankful today? ”Remember that feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.” – William Arthur Ward.

Would you like to join Colline’s gratitude challenge? Just click on the link and join the party.

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Pillow Talks…Pillow Fights…

December 9, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha33 Comments

PILLOW TALK…

My eyelashes fall in love with each other,
Irresistible romance, the lids draw together,
Until in gentle kiss they link…
…And fall asleep within a blink.

In a soft cocoon of pleasant dreams,
Where pillow hugs like a gentle stream,
And bed of sweet affection, I felt,
My body regains its needed health.

…PILLOW FIGHT

A pat, A plump, A punch of pillow!
Where is my sleep; my eyes feel hollow!
The brain is drained, its down to zero;
Yet thoughts flit past just like a sparrow.

Alas! Sleep is won with quite a fight!
The bones so weary, they do so sigh;
The brain is fuzzy and the face a fright;
A battle of might, O what a night!

Writing 101, Day 3 – SLEEP