Maturity, are the days
when we enjoy each other
in comfortable silence;
that our lack of words
we are breaking up.
Being true to ourselves paves our way to happiness. Know yourself + own yourself + be yourself = an authentic and happier life.
Saying how you feel and what you think is one way to keep things real.
These days some tend to think that the usage of demeaning and insulting missives is the only way to express themselves when they disagree with another person, however, saying one’s mind can be done in a tasteful manner devoid of virulence even if your voice is the dissenting voice.
You don’t have to swallow your words and drown in the noise of other people’s opinion, but in the bid to say what you think or feel you must search for that inner voice of wisdom and give that voice the chance to speak up.
Always remember that the way you treat and talk to others is not about them, but says a lot about who you truly are.
Parenting is by far the hardest job that I have ever done in my life. It’s interesting, challenging, full of ups and downs and sadly there’s no one size fit all manual that intercedes to help you wade through this amazing experience.
Sure there are helpful materials out there that one could read for sensible tips and advice, however, the truth is that no two children are the same and their interbehavioural attitudes differ and keep changing as they grow more independent.
This interdependent relationship that involves every human emotion and part of me that I can think of, is one relationship that I can’t even imagine what my life would be without it because our lives are completely intertwined. Sometimes as a parent I am completely overcome with fierce love and pride for my family and at other times I am as mad as ever but learning to handle these things has thought me more than any book will ever teach me. I had no idea before walking into wife-dom and motherhood that I had such deep well of internal patience.
Now, as I write this, in between thinking interesting thoughts of what I want to write, thoughts of what’s for lunch, dinner, tomorrow, a reminder to add toilet duck to the shopping list and to call the school to find out why I have to pay extra for inter-house sports rudely interrupt my train of thinking. My days are continuous roller-coasters with intermissions here and there, but that’s just life.
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Recently, someone told me that they can’t stand unnecessarily good people because they don’t believe that people are that good.
As a matter of fact, they get suspicious when people are good to them.
What a sad way to think
I still believe that there are loads of beautiful and good people in today’s World and you are one of them 🙂
Show some meaningless kindness to someone today.
Oh! My dates! I smiled when I saw the prompt ‘dates,’ that Linda gave us for SOCs. How apt! It’s as if she knew that I had some homemade date juice last night – I’ll share the recipe in another post tomorrow – and now I hasten to finish my blog posts, respond to comments, read some blog posts and get ready for my date night with my one and only Dear Himself, my main Boo-Gatti 😉
I need to kick up my dancing heels a wee bit and having young children means that date nights for just the two of us are not as often as they should be. However, to keep stoking the embers of our 16year old romance, we get to squeeze a candlelit, stare into your eyes mushy stuff now and again.
On the other hand, I also try to construct cheap and cheerful stay-at-home dates as well.
Enjoy the weekend folks and a sweet date; be it the fruity type or one with yourself, a book and a delicious cup of beverage 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
This week’s prompt ‘top and light’ from Ronovan gave me an opportunity to try different story lines and I settled for these two eventually.
She knows he’s at home.
Light streams out of his apartment window
that’s on the top floor
Looking up as she dials
she sees his silhouette in the light
and another without her top
Thoughts race through her mind
like light, they flit by so fast
who’s the other topless lady?
I crawled to the top
of the dark, dingy and scary pit
into the brightest of lights.
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From the very first poem, “Dreams,” this book captivates with passionate and perceptive words. Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha captures a broad expanse of the human experience in this book of richly layered poems.
Forty! It’s Sheila’s birthday and she’s not particularly enthused. Her thoughts were adrift and disjointed. She had no desire for a big do and wanted to spend the day quietly.
Her introspection made her sad. Her thought was that every line should have fallen into place in her life by now. Babies, her own successful interior decor business, and all the works.
Rather, she’s still stuck in a job that went nowhere. A succession of miscarriages dogged her marriage that it seemed her own baby was not in the books. Ray was distracted; working harder and coming home late.
Queasy stomach emptied of its content, she sat on the toilet lid and stared at the stick. Positive. Her heart jumped in excitement. Could it really be? However, she decided to keep the news to herself in the meantime.
Ray came home later with a gorgeous haute couture gown and silver sandals. He insisted on taking her for a dinner after helping with the zipper of her dress and the buckle of her sandals.
He had organised a surprise party with their close friends in a newly outfitted interior decor store meant for his wife.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to the photo prompt, provided by Barb. Thank you, Barb and thank you, Priceless Joy, for this enchanting story platform.
It was the perfect wedding. The sun had shone just at the right proportion. The storybook garden where they shared their vows was dreamy. Everything was as it should be. Sublime.
Yet Cecilia felt some restlessness in her spirit. Helmut is a perfect match. Mother loved him very much and approved of him. Even her picky friends liked him well enough. They considered him the dashing, wealthy European.
Their marital vows felt like a constriction to her vocal chords. She shook off the inner voice and focused on the sizzle. She loves Helmut, he’s a passionate lover and even as every cell in her body screamed ‘don’t‘ she said I do.
It didn’t take a long time for her to realize that the marriage was a huge mistake.
Helmut’s perceived candour turned to blunt cruelty. His passion became an obsession. He smothered her to death.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha