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Are You Laughing Yet?…Writers Quote Wednesday.

 

Always laugh when you can. It’s cheap medicine. George Gordon Byron

The writers quote Wednesday’s prompt for this week is laughter and I looked up that lovely quote above.

I love laughing. In my opinion, robust laughter is like a song to the ears that the soul dances to. I like being around people who have a good sense of humour and can make me laugh and who equally laugh at themselves. They don’t nitpick and take offence easily. Staying around grouches can be bone wearing and grey. At some point, we would all die, but while we are alive let’s live it with laughter on our lips.

Sometimes, especially during the weekends, I deliberately go on YouTube to¬†look up comedians and enjoy a good half hour of silliness ūüôā

When we moved here, I was initially taken aback by the number of serious, stoic faces that dotted the horizon. I even wrote a poem about it which languished in my draft. Some looked outrightly like people who had sucked on sour lemons as if it would hurt them to smile while some wore a grimace like they had a bad case of gas.

Over time, I started distinguishing them by their nationalities and realised that some of the tightness of the faces are due to upbringing and religion. Of robbing the minds of reasons to be joyful and to see a fellow human in suspicion or disdain.

Some reminded me of the staunch hard-nosed Church deaconesses whose lips are perpetually pursed in criticism. Some religious tenets sap some humans of the joy of living. Their belief that your hard faced stoic stance shows you as a serious Muslim or Christain or whatever, is so wrong. Laughter or smiling is beautiful.

No one expects anyone to go around looking like a clown, but life can be taken seriously without looking morbid about it.

Since we are all going to die anyway, I think I would look better with a smile on my face as I sign off on the last day in mirth.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

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44 and Going Strong…

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The past few days have been filled with lovely fun to-do’s.

It’s UAE’s (United Arab Emirates ) 44th National Day which is celebrated on the 2nd December of each year and several days following.

This is to mark their formal nationalization from a British Protectorate to the unification of  their Seven Emirates which consists of Abu Dhabi, Ajman, Dubai, Fujairah, Ras al-Khaimah, Sharjah and Umm al-Quwain.

Very grand celebrations are held across the country to mark the event.¬†They don’t do things in half measures!

There are several activities going on all over the Emirates to mark this auspicious event. Fireworks, Car Rallies and Dance Shows etc.

People are dressed up in apparels sporting the UAE national flag colours, homes, work places,  cars and streets are all flying the flag to celebrate this big day with joy and happiness.1449243683713[1]

Heritage Villages are set up all over the emirates in order to celebrate this event traditionally. Holidays are given from the National Day until two days later. Air Shows are conducted on Abu Dhabi and Ajman Corniche while Military Processions are held at Abu Dhabi National Exhibition for the Rulers of the Emirates, Members of the Federal National Exhibition and the Emir Citizens.

For a Nation which started out as an utter dessert, they have not done badly, as a matter of fact, they have done a fantastic job of things and yet their push and progress is relentless.

Having meandered from Abu Dhabi; the sedate big brother in the house, to living in Dubai; the bold, glitzy and glamorous brother, to Sharjah, Ajman and Ras al-Khaimah; the rest of the crew, it’s a World of so many differences and textures.

It has been a beautiful day filled with camaraderie. People from all walks of life and 100 Nationalities are milling about in the city of glitz and glam.

I have seen more smiles in the past 2 days than in the 4 months that I have been here.

I even met a gorgeous looking lady from Mongolia and a couple from Tajikistan..Didn’t expect that and it took my brain a while to zero into Tajikistan on the globe.

Here are a few snippets of what I caught.

I hope they work. They were a bit finicky earlier.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

I testify…Beautiful People, Better World.

Sometimes in our consistent flow through life, we meet people who for a brief moment in time leave positive indelible marks on our hearts, minds and in our life and though that moment was not long enough to savor a deeper union, they forever occupy a special place of treasure.

Such people make you feel warm in their presence because of the warmth they radiate themselves.

I met such women.

I met the Texas Multicultural Women.

These are Ordinary people aiming for Extraordinary results.

They are Agents and Catalysts of positive change.

These group of dynamic, professional women, from all walks of life and different nationalities give freely of their time; they lend their ears and give their wisdom; they give freely from their pockets, helping to lift others along the way.

They are embodiments of beautiful minds and souls.

Are you in Houston, Texas or will you be sojourning in these neck of the woods in the near future?

For some of us who have experienced relocating from one city to the other without having it all figured out, it is always a welcome relief to  meet helping hands and smiling faces.

They are your reliable go-to group over here from challenges associated with relocation such as real estate, medical, insurance, scholarship, volunteering, life coaching, PR and so much more.

To Texas Multicultural Women, as I take a brief hiatus away from this axis, I pray that the coast of this group will be expanded beyond foreseeable horizons. Once a Texas Multicultural Woman, always a Texas multicultural woman.

Let us reach out and touch, and make this World a better place one person at a time.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

You can check them out on Facebook: Texas Multicultural Women, email: texasmulticultural@gmail.com, http://www.texasmulticulturalwomen.org

P.S. Just click on one picture and it will take you through the gallery.