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Midnight Motivations and Musings # 40

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The above quote can be likened to an ailing patient who buys all the drugs and keeps them locked in a cupboard for safe-keeping :/

Of course, the patient will remain sick.

Change can only come about when it’s applied and not from wishful thinking.

Change is a deliberate decision, backed up with actions that over time and practice becomes a character trait.

Some are afraid of trying for change because of the fear of failure, which is a worse scenario.

It’s better to try and repeat over and over, than to sit in the same situation through a lifetime. What a waste that would be!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

Poetry/Poems · Uncategorized

Courage! That’s all.

He was not fearless.

As a matter of fact

he was always filled with trepidation.

Yet he always found the courage

that galvanized his actions.

He walked into the burning house

and grabbed the little child.

He knew his soul would haunt him forever

if they burnt to death.

Never again he said to himself.

The memory of his mother

and his little brother

forever seared in his mind.

*****

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Family · Personal

Humbly Eating Burnt Offering…Streams of consciousness Saturday.

I smile in amusement as I write this little post. If not that Easter eggs are popping up every where, my thought would have been that Linda has bionic powers to see into my kitchen.

I just finished breakfast of partially burnt scrambled eggsSoCS badge 2015 offered by my daughter. We are learning to cook and I guess burning is part of the practice 🙂

I humbly ate the eggs with a thankful heart. Soon enough she will get the hang of it with practice.

I think fleetingly back to my growing up years and learning how to cook in my mother’s kitchen. Only God knows how many burnt pots of rice, yam, beans, soup, I had to go through before getting into it.

Eggs were treats back then, eaten mostly on Saturday and Sundays because we had to wait for our local, home bred chickens to lay enough of them and on some days during the week, they were stingy or lazy with the laying of the eggs.

It’s not like now, where trays and trays of different types of eggs are on display for customers to choose as many crates as they wish.

Back then, it used to be a delight to go to the chicken coop at the back and find a warm, just laid egg.

Occasionally we were blessed with seeing a little chick hatch from eggs that my grandma set aside.

How she knew the ones that would hatch is something that I never understood.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Zooming By Through The Years….

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There are really some days that I wish that time is not an intangible object, but something that could be adjusted to fit one’s purpose through the years.

There are days that my to do list is as tall as my 5 ft 11″ if not taller and there is insufficient time to get it all done in one day. There is so much to do and so little time.

Sometimes I sincerely wish that these years will go at a snail pace, so that I will have enough time to savour those I love through the years.

You wake up in the morning and before you turn around it’s evening and the day has just flown past, which is why the phrase of making hay while the Sun shines never fails to reverberate in my mind.

Even if you refused to make the hay, time will still zoom by and the bales of hay to be made still awaits you.

I can remember when I was a small girl which seems like yesterday, and people in their thirties seemed ancient to me.

I can never forget a would be suitor *arranged marriage* that came seeking for my hand when I was barely 18. He was a doctor in his 30’s residing in Italy and I can still recall my horror at the thought of marrying someone who was possibly my fathers age.

Now, here I am, older, wiser, yet still very young in my head at times.

Sometimes, I do nothing, but just ponder over the essence of time and life.

Would I wake up one day and find that I have been dreaming my life all along?

Ever since my sense of how fast time goes by became acute, I try to make each day count, live in each moment and get the best that I can out of it.

With the conscious reality that the best things in life are for free, the onus rests on me to endeavour to enjoy these best things as much as life makes available to me.

There is no time to spend over inane issues. We can’t stop time, but we can embrace what we have and be the pilot’s of our given moments.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Just listen.. your little tip for today

calmnessKeep calm and just listen.

If you keep talking,

You can only repeat what you know,

But when you listen, with an open mind,

Chances are you will learn something,

That you did not know before,

Because we do not know it all.

So, can you try?

And just keep quiet a little while?

And just listen, to that point of view,

Though disagreeable it might be,

So that you might renew,

And gain better perspective,

Even when you don’t agree.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

Hope · Inspiration - Motivation · Love · Musings

Daddy Dearest…

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On Father’s day, I cannot help but dwell heavily on thoughts of you, though I am happy to say to you daddy, that today, my thoughts are light and I am not tearing up. I only feel pangs to hug you one more time, just one more time.

I may not have told you as much as I would have wished to tell you; when you could hear me say them:

That your unquestioned love, the investment of your time and support has been the greatest gift you ever gave to me.

I think of you: that Warmhearted, God fearing, Generous, Dark and Handsome gentleman that ushered me into life.

From my tot-hood now to full fledged adulthood, you still remain a solid anchor in my life.

The firm upbringing and your sage counsel have stood in good stead in your absence.

You encouraged me to be the best that I could be, standing like a beacon of hope, guidance, strength and humility.

An unassuming man of simple tastes and a humble background, you taught me the indubitable value of honesty and integrity, the tenets of hard work, discipline, generosity and compassion.memory bank

To you I owe my love for books, music and dancing, you saturated my being with stories and melodies from far and wide as I grew up.

You taught me never to give up on my dreams and to appreciate those simple things in life which tends to be overlooked.

As I watch mummy struggle to get on without “Nkem”, I realize that we took so many things for granted, that even though it is in man’s nature to die, I always thought secretly, that you would always be there and indeed you are.

Though the light of your candle on Earth may have burnt out, it sure still shines through us that are still behind.

Happy Fathers day dearest daddy. I love you with all my heart.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Musings

Spring Burst…

With all the troublesome things jumping and nipping at your heels and begging for attention,

When was the last time you unveiled your inner mind to the splendor of nature that surrounds you wherever you are?

Achieving such feat of inner peace may seem far fetched with the constant deluge of horrendous happenings occurring at such rapid pace.

Its almost impossible to keep up and it seems to have our heads spinning in an unending tizzy.

Today has been one of those days. Between the constant alert of anticipated flash flood in neighboring counties and watching the mangled bits and pieces of the derailed Amtrak train; the faces of loss, pain and grief; I had to pause to ask myself..

If this were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am doing now?

What matters most in my life?

Am I holding on to somethings that I should let go of right now?

What am I doing about those things that matter most in my life?

Thus continued the nagging questions in my mind, with no immediate answers at hand.

I mute the television, I take a peek out of the window, I lace up my dirty sneakers and I walk to my favorite park.

The weather is mild and airy. The Earth still wet from the sprinkles of rain shower, which clung to plant leaves and flower petals like a lover reluctant to let go.

Taking those springy steps and inhaling deeply of the fresh earthy smell which is given off by the rain, I try to reconnect with the inner me. I think its a time just to be.

The park maintenance staff are quite engaged, replanting, mowing the grass, pruning and trimming the overgrown shrubbery.

The beautiful arrays of blooming flowers are indeed a good sight to cheer up a dampened spirit.

The fragrant mixed blend of fresh cut shrubs, of flowers and turned wet soil assailed my nostrils in a very pleasant manner.

I chat randomly with one of the workers, asking some questions about the plants. He was very willing to part with his knowledge at a little cost of a simple hello.

I decided there and then to try my hands at gardening. Who knows? I might turn out to have green fingers. Besides, I hear that there is something refreshing about nurturing a plant and seeing it grow.

I see the cautious old lady and her little dog. She offered a smile as we cross each other on the second turn across the park.

I take note of the much older gentleman who slowly sprints past me; I must be as slow as a slug,

I watch the squirrels darting back and forth in careless abandon,

I observe firsthand a bird fighting a poor squiggly earthworm to the finish,

I listen briefly as I pass a young mother pushing her little ones in a double buggy, she was humming a tune,

A sliver of sun breaks through the clouds, as I make my way back to the house,

Its a good day, I said to myself.

I am just happy to be.

Weave that Dream

Who we are..

Whatever we see,

Wherever we go,

Whatever we pass through in the journey of life,

Passes through us, leaving indelible etchings

On our hearts, minds and body

No matter how big or small

Until our entire being

Becomes a transfiguration of the multitude of etchings

Which forms our intrinsic being.