Tag Archive | Jogging


Like clockwork, Chris and Wolf went for their morning jog.  One of the beauties of living close to the seaside was to watch the sunrise and sunsets above the waters. He loved the lifestyle his writing life presented, thanks to the success of his thrillers, though his was a lonely life.

Familiar with Wolf’s beach antics of sniffing at the crabs, digging through washed up debris, he wasn’t’ surprised when his Husky took off in excitement down the beach.

Within minutes, Wolf raced back, his insistent barking aroused Chris’s interest. The mound on the pebbles was an unconscious, female form. He quickly turned her over and administered CPR. She vomited, opened her eye’s for a few seconds and passed out again.

Glad that his home was close by, he carried her to his house to get her warm as quickly as possible and to call for help. Removing her sodden clothing to wrap a blanket around her, he saw the beautiful, antique watch nestled between her breasts and out of curiosity, he lifted the watch and saw the name inscribed at the back. It read, Jane.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Thank you, Louise for the photo and Priceless Joy for hosting this charming platform where we unleash our stories:-)

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Work it out!…Every day beautiful people

‘If you want to go fast you go alone, but if you want to go far, you go together’  African Proverb

#Team work. Sometimes we go it alone, but we wear out easily. When we join forces with others, we go a whole distance further because of their support.

I walked at my own pace and took photos here and there, in-between this time, teamed couples jogged past me, individuals jogged past me and I am not exaggerating when I observed the individuals like me leaving faster and those together stayed longer at it.

This observation was done over several days. I like to call it social engineering aka people watching 😉

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Hurried Feet…


From dusk to dawn

The flurry of feet

Hurried along the street

The needs of the day

Their desire to meet.


The street is a happy place to be

With many things that you get to see

Sometimes, it might even be a clown

Or a lady wearing a frown.


At times, it’s a happy looking dog

With its owner going on a jog

Or the man with the briefcase

He seems to be quite in  a haste.


Some streets are dark

Some streets are light

Some streets are dirty

They’ll give you a fright


Yet each street has its own soul

The heartbeats 

Of the passing feet

That brings it to life.


© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha 

Street, The Daily Post prompt.