Coming Out…

November 28, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha17 Comments

From the top of the hill, Logan stared at the house at the foot of the hills, a deep longing stirred in him.

It’s just a few meters to the place that would always remain home in his heart but was no longer welcoming to him.

He knew that they would be gathered around the table chit-chatting and passing the plates around.

In his minds’ eye, he could see the setting; he could smell the vanilla and cinnamon, he could almost taste his mother’s signature pecan pie and tears pricked his eyes.

Did they ever think about him? Did they miss him the way he missed them or were their hearts still hardened towards his choices in life?

When his dad stands at the pulpit to preach about love to his congregation, does his mind go to his only son?

Logan loves Greg his partner deeply, but he misses his family so much.

Sometimes, he wonders if the price of coming out of the closet five years ago was not too steep and he often finds himself in an emotional quandary.

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Do step in and show some love.

Could I have just a little more time? I read this heartfelt post and could empathize as well as relate. There are those moments in time when we wish that we could switch time just a wee bit, but each day, life teaches me a lesson that the love we receive from our loved ones is given freely despite our warts and all.

Life Cameos I totally enjoy Life Cameo’s poetry’s and prose. She has a way of bringing everyday people and life into words that leave me satisfied as though I read a full novel in few stanzas.

Dear Self Lovely post and idea. I think I’ll write myself a letter for Christmas.

Teeny tiny itty bitty One word is cute. How do people fit into this itty, bitty cars?

How do you define a good woman? Who is a good woman? Are you the exceptional Proverbs woman? Well, I, Jacqueline ain’t one! A thought-provoking read for you.

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Love – Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge

October 25, 2016October 25, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha13 Comments

When I saw Ronovans’ prompt for this week’s haiku, ‘heart and petals,’ my romantic thoughts drifted to love. I am a die-hard romantic realist – whatever that means. Ha, ha 😉

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Heart-shaped petals
on pristine sheets
honeymoon is underway.

You laid petals for me,
my heart you captured
with actions of pure love.

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Uncountable…

October 22, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha12 Comments

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If I could count the number of kisses
the number of prayers, tears and hugs
the number of I love you’s
that we’ve shared,
A million would be such a paltry sum
yet it’s not nearly enough
to express the depths of my feelings
that no numbers can count

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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September 26, 2016September 26, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha

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Moments. Need I say much? A short and great reminder. Take a peek.

Dare not to live through the same routine and call it a life. Dare to live in fractions of second. Dare to live millions of life in a lifetime. Every second it passes, you lived a life and you gonna enjoy another.

Money saving tips for the wise homemaker. Great tips I must say on how to save in realistic ways.

Mirror pierce. What do you see when you look into the mirror? You might surprise yourself. Take another look.

Mark ye well the sea. This poem makes me think of Mark Twain poem ‘The Aged Pilot Man.’

I believe. What do you believe? A worthy read.

Run – Bliends. Roo says you should thank me for this post 😉

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The Hospice…

September 19, 2016September 20, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha27 Comments

Celia bawled her eyes out and snot dripped down her nose . She’s never been one to sob softly into a handkerchief.

She had known that the end was close, but the news still hurt badly and tears swam in her eyes as she read the letter.

“Dear Celia, thank you for these years of love and care. For bringing warmth to the heart of an old lady. I’ve come to see you as the daughter I never had and would like to bequeath these items to you. Please accept them with all my love.” Celia Oldham.

As usual, she had come for her visit at the hospice where she spent time keeping the old folks’ company; listening to their stories, reading to them and sneaking in an occasional toffee.

Over time the deceased became her favourite. Mrs. Oldham took to her when she learnt that they shared the same name and looked forward to the visits. She always took the pains to dress nicely in a frock, cardigan, pearl set and a gemstone ring that she wore on her third finger. Mrs. Oldham had no surviving family. Her sweetheart died during the war and she never remarried.

Inside the little box was a battered, old diary, the pearl set, the ring, a purple scarf, a bank draft for $200,000 raised in her name and the last book they had been reading – Jane Eyre.

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Note: PJ please, I crave your indulgence for having overshot the word limit. I chopped and snipped the story here and there yet it refused to get shorter.

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To be a boy – Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

August 26, 2016 jacquelineobyikocha12 Comments

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Anu’s perfectly arranged facial features gave nothing away, but her eyes bore a glazed faraway look in them as she watched the young boys play cricket.

She envied her son’s their sex and freedom. Their shouts and laughter took her back to the day’s of her childhood; days when she had played with her brothers, free of responsibilities and tiring worry; she had wanted to be a boy.

She recalled days of poking in the dirt to dig out little worms and nights of staring up at the star-studded skies in amazement that stoked her imagination and her inquisitive mind had wanted to know so much, but mother and nan always told her that aspirations of exploration were not for pretty little girls.

They said that pretty little girls grew up to be beautiful, proper, hardworking, obedient and selfless wives to boys from a nice family; pretty little girls bore strong sons to continue the man’s lineage and her questions about love were rebuffed; they said that love would come with the package.

At Seventeen years she had married her family’s handpicked choice of a nice boy from a nice family, bore strong sons and the boring obligation of sexual intimacy, but even after thirteen years of waiting, the kindling spark of love had failed to come with the package; mother and nan had lied to her, Anu still wanted to be an exploring boy and she plotted.