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Midnight Motivations and Musings 58…


There are times that I have been asked how I can prove that there’s a God and I have always responded with the same quote above.

God is God all by Himself. I cannot limit him by trying to define him in the human context, neither can I constrain his Supreme presence because I seek for him to appear before me so that the doubting Thomases can believe that he exists.

I would rather believe deeply in God and live my life serving him through my fellowship with others than to spend a thousand years drifting in disbelief.

Every day, I see God. I see him in the gurgling laughter of a little child. I see him in the brilliance of the shining Sun, I see him in the birds that roam free and feed on the fat worms of the earth, I see him in the flowers that bloom in glorious colours, I see him in the love of my children and husband, I see him in everything that surrounds me.

Do you see God?

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Midnight Motivations and Musings # 54…

1460094118485[1]Life lived dancing to the tunes of misery wears out the soul living it.

Yes indeed, our days are not always smiles and sunshine, but the truth is that misery and negativity are barely a head’s turn away and once you give it room, it becomes a permanent tenant and a difficult one to evict.

A lot of  times when I am feeling down, I might brood for a while, but with training my mind to shut off the negative raps, I endeavour not to stew in it by getting engaged in little things that will uplift my mind and take the focus off me.

Not the easiest thing to do at times, but the alternative is worse.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Dear friends of mine,

Please help me choose the cover that catches your eyes from this link or below.

It’s for my poetry book due to come out this April, all things being equal 🙂

Just add a little comment and the number of the picture that you prefer.

You can help me share if possible.

Thank you for your support and kind regards,

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Lend Me Your Ears…

Lend me your listening ears O’ people of mine,

That I may whisper the ancient words,

That I fed your forefathers,

So that you may be a Voice.

You are the land of a great people,

The land of the rising and the setting sun.

A land that overflows,

With the goodness that I have given.

Do not dance naked to the beat of a drum,

That goes thrumming in the dark of the night;

Lest you dance the dance of the dead.

Do not chase the fly senselessly,

Lest you enter the grave with it.

Do not join the madman in the market,

To nod at his music,

Hence, you know not who beats his drum for him.

Do not listen to the ramblings of depraved men,

When you cannot decipher their wisdom or mental health.

Shall you forget the directions your forebears gave you;

In pursuance of the Golden Fleece that only misleads?

Your truths and values, you’ve thrown to the winds.

Scattered like a flock of birds, 

Pursued by the booming sound of wealth.

Caution, I implore, lest you cut the cord;

Thus, you shall reap only seeds of discord.

You grasp with greed, You grapple with misdeeds,

Robbing yourselves blind of all that is right.

Lend me your ears O’ people  of mine.

That you may hear my Voice,

As I whisper to you in the blowing wind. 

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Voice, The Daily Post

Image credit: Pixabay

This Is Who I Am….Streams of consciousness Saturday.

This is what it is and I have come to accept that. When I was younger, it was a bit difficult to really describe who I was or am and what I am all about.SoCS badge 2015

I can get quite wrapped up in my books and in make-believe Worlds that open up for me in the pages and I find beautiful contentment from that.

Being around lots of people gives me pleasure and I would be the life of the party. Mingling, laughing, dancing and all the merry-making, yet in the background of all this, is some still brook that runs deep inside me. A reserved person looking from the outside.

This different personalities that inhabited one soul, confused me a bit in the younger years of still trying to find myself. I thought that I had to fit into a mold.

That I had to be x or y, black or white, this or that. That I had to be either an extrovert or introvert and every other label that people put out there to pen everyone else.

My mother would say that I was the most quiet child she has when we were growing up, with an acute sense of responsibility, yet at the same time, she would equally say that I am one person that would arrive and would be welcomed as many. ‘When she comes in, we say you people are welcome.’ A one woman riot squad.

In the early days, I never quite understood these things and struggled to fit into one caption or the other.

Now, I am older and wiser, I embrace the me who is a bundle of eclectic this and that and I have ceased with the defining.

I accept and love the me who rages like a wild-fire yet burns in peaceful flames.

The cool sophisticated lady with the blend of a gypsy, wild child.

I admire the me who loves colours in splashes of vivid brightness and the calmness of cool pastels. Who has a myriad taste, yet particular.  A me who reads like an open book, yet with curling smokes of mystery.

This is me who loves noise and quiet, who embraces life with zest and calmness. A bundle of contradicting this and that.

No more definitions!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Today’s SOC’s prompt asking us to write about this and that had me looking around for a few minutes then I realized that I am an epitome of lots of this and that.

Midnight Motivations and Musings… 25


We over plan for tomorrow, yet today has been left with so many gaps unfilled.

How do you guarantee that you have tomorrow at hand?

Did you use your today to the best of it’s ability? Note that I said, ‘it’s ability, not your ability.’

Remember that each day that passes is forever lost to us.

Therefore, in all that you do; work, play, rest, love, care, share and the rest of things humans do, do it to the best of your ability and the full capacity of your day.

Our lives are only worth what we make of it and it’s not the length of one’s days that really matter, but the depth of how they lived.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

From Here To There….Echoes Of My Neighbourhood.

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 houses, 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 can at least see them through you.


From the pictures above, last few days  found me perambulating quite a bit. These were taken in the course of last week.

From attending the food festival and sugar craft show, to going to Bastakiya, the coffee museum and imbibing in coffee so potent that it could knock off your socks and you will float in the air with the buoyancy that it delivered.

I learnt a lot about coffee and took hundreds of photos.

It was thick heavy brew, served in small cups. I couldn’t finish mine because, it seriously gave me bright eyes and I think my hair stood on ends from the buzz that I got.

A bit bushy-tailed if I may say so.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Last Week Echoes harvested quite new awesome peeks of different neighbourhoods, so board the flight with me and let’s go have a look see.

Bookyglover Deb shows us some of the rustic parts of my Lagos.

Hell’s kitchen and beyond from Roaming Urban gypsy have you been to Hell’s kitchen?

Fun photos what’s your thought? Would you drive this?

Giggles & Tales more lovely photos from Stella in Stockholm.

Mercury Colliding Kat shows us some part of her neighbourhood that most of us don’t like to visit.

Thoughts and Entanglements These pictures are so haunting they belong in a book

What’s up doc Cute! Took me back to my growing up years.

Looking back A blessed lineage from Mandi

Paula’s I must tell you that I am so envious of Paula’s community 😉

Are we enjoying these views yet? Take a peek at them.

So, when will you add some of yours? Pretty please with a cherry on top 😉


© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S. I hope I didn’t miss out anyone’s link? I have that funny feeling.