Her laughter, little skips, and spins
around the dancing tinkling water fountain,
a simple statement of Life’s joy.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Mundane Monday Challenge is created to find beauty in almost everything.
The challenge is simple. Find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.
Idling with a can of empty malt. Everything is art 🙂
Times have changed so much that telephone booths are almost becoming relics now that everyone uses a mobile phone.
I remember years back at home in Nigeria when the phone booths were far and few in-between and the queue as long as half a mile – maybe I exaggerate on the length, but you get the idea – and everyone waited patiently to take their turn to make that phone call.
Friendships were struck on these lines, quarrels picked and fights were fought when someone appropriated the phone for too long. All in all, it was an interesting time.
Nowadays, everyone is bent over their piece of gadget and hardly say hello again.
I spy with my naked eyes…
The man in the pistachio green shirt,
taking the dark spring green leaves
to the neon green trash can
besides the corrugated green fence of the compound
with the Dartmouth green gate.
I even spy another pigment of green
across the road in the neighbour’s quarters
bordered by lush green trees and the palm green of the date tree.
How many greens do you spy?
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
A cool and fun looking handbag I must say, but since the price wasn’t cool enough for me, I walked away and ignored the ‘psst, hey buy me,’ that the pink purse uttered from sealed zips 😉
Mundane Monday Challenge is created to find beauty in almost everything.
The challenge is simple. Find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.
What I find particularly interesting about this photo is that in trying to capture the traffic and lights outside, my reflection and other people in the room is caught as well. Don’t ask me how it occurred. I’ve no idea, I guess it’s all due to the lighting.
Where is home? For a lot of us, it’s easy to point to that parcel of land, with its building and the things inside that make it their home. For an unfortunate number, there’s no home, but under the elements, with their misshapen belongings and a shredded piece of carton as their bed.
For a good number of us who are sojourners in various lands, our home has come to mean more than our physical abode. In my opinion, one of the sides of having lived in 3 Continents at various points in my life is that each of these places captures a piece of your heart with its essence and represents home one way or the other.
Over the years, my homes have differed from country to country, I have had to shed material belongings over and over, but I have ultimately gathered beautiful experiences and memories on my path with my family.

Pitter-Patter of adorable little feet
cute as buttons and just as neat
little babies are simply so sweet.
I love children
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha