Tag Archive | summer

Summer cheer, Yes! – Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge.

Ronovan, thank you for this week’s prompt ‘Summer and fun.’ You are totally in tune with my state of mind.

lazy_mornings[1]

At last Summer fun loading

the children will vacate in two days.

Yes! Lazy mornings are here

ℵℵ

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S: You can join our online party this weekend. It’s always a good time:-)


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

 

“Beautiful Poetry of Life and Love.” Amanda

Out of the silent breath

If you enjoy my works and would like to do so, you can fuel my creativity with a slice of cake or coffee😉

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Beach Bums…

 

Zanzibar - Kempinski

I am not a beach bum but I love spending time by the beach side. Soaking in the lovely sea breeze that lulls you to sleep on the chair.

Running in the surf’s spray and dipping my toes in the water is particularly soothing, though the sand has a way of getting in nooks and unexpected crannies.

Coincidentally, it’s a long weekend in UAE as today is a public holiday, so we plan to spend time tomorrow morning at Jumeirah beach before the sun gets too hot.

It can be wickedly hot in this place, but for now, the rays are still kind to us.

I have a big beach bag that I plunk in all sorts of stuff, from my sunglasses to headphones, blue tooth loud speaker for music, sunscreen, water, serviettes, the large book that I am currently reading A Prisoner of Birth by Jeffrey Archer. A fantastic and compulsive 600+ pages read.

Maybe I’ll do a book review after, but does Archer need a review? I doubt it.

I’ve got Summer on my mind once the children get through their exams by the end on the month. Yippeee!  🙂

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Beach, The Daily Post Prompt.


Below is my first Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha’s poems portray images that stare us right in the face. Images of love, joy, death, pain, challenges, violation, and freedom. She writes in a language that’s rich in imagery, earthy, honest, vulnerable, yet full of the promise of hope, of loving and of Grace. A collection of light and dark soulful prose.

 

The Seasons Of Life….

The Daily Post Photo Challenge Seasons

Share an image evocative of the weather or represent the current “season of your life” in metaphor.

Seasons of life

Are as sure as time

From days, to weeks

To months, to years

Ever rotating

From birth,

To growth,

To death.

An

Unstoppable

cycle.

This is the season of white-out/fog and sandy storms in this part of the World *Dubai*.

Sometimes you wake up and you can’t even see anything in front of you when you look out.

 

 

Make The Most Of It!…

Winter

Sometimes, our approach to everything is a case of mind over matter especially when it comes to weather issues that we have no control over.

To an extent it might be true that peoples moods are highly affected by the weather, maybe there might even be a scientific explanation for this.

However, I maintain that since we have absolutely no control over sultry summer heats or bitter winter chills, we can only exercise control over how we choose to react to either situation.

Each season has it’s beauty, even the harsh seasons like Winter which comes with a lot of challenges, dampness and grayness.

Nonetheless, if we choose to look at things with the attitude of acceptance and positivity, it will also elevate our mind and change our altitude, that we will begin to actively seek ways to make that period pass more pleasurably.

There is no point in wasting a good couple of months sitting in the doldrums of misery, for a situation that cannot be changed. It is a case of Lord give me the grace to accept and endure the things that I cannot change.

When we moved to Dubai in July, the heat was second to none.

It sweltered so badly that one would have surely suffered from heatstroke from being out in such fiery heat.

We simply adjusted and found ways of keeping out of the heat, living and hydrating.

Now the temperature has cooled sufficiently and the weather is absolutely divine.

I intend to wring out every moment of it to the best of my ability whilst it last because, who knows what Madam Winter has to offer next time around.

My little ditty might make you catch a cold but will put a smile on your face.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikochafunny winter

The Daily Post prompt Climate Control

The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood?

Image credit: Pinterest/funny2014.com

You”ll be dead by summer…. Day 4 – Blogging 101

20150707_131159Following the blogging 101, day 4 assignment “Who is my target audience?”, I started this short, 2-part story, for you, my target audience.

For those who like a good story told and re-told:

“You’ll be dead by Summer”, the gypsy chiromancer whispered bluntly as her firm hold of my palm slackened, and her thumb ceased the feather light caress of all the lines which were indelibly etched into my palms.

For a few seconds, her statement did not sink into my senses and I just stared at her in a befuddled manner.

“What the f**k”? my friend Carlos swore heatedly, pushing back the rustic wooden chair he sat on so forcefully that it fell over with a clatter. “You are a loony bin”. “Let’s get the hell outta here, Luc”!

We hurriedly left her gaudy domain, all four of us. Jumping back into Ma’s car, we zoomed off to the mall, even though the tinkling sound made by her hanging chimes which swung in the slight summer breeze kept ringing in my ears hours later and something that had been sought out, just for laughs fast turned into a source of discomfort.

Summer was almost upon us and I could hardly wait for the break to begin. The days were getting longer into the night; there was more time to stay awake and less time to sleep. I had worked extremely hard in school for my exams and finally the results were rolling in with accolades. My STAR assessment had come out with advanced glowing commendations and my SAT’s had been cleared. I even secured an admission into my school of choice: Texas A & M where I would be pursuing a degree in Mechanical Engineering.

Who would have thought  it! I was the first in my family to break from the mold. Others had settled for hours of odd jobs here and there, living from one pay check to the next, or earning meager wages under the table, just to keep body and soul together. I did not want to live like that. I aspired for greater things. I wanted to be someone worthy of note.

I wanted to have a real job, a real home without sharing my bed and bathroom with a dozen people or more. I did not want to have a home that was a thoroughfare for drifters coming into town, in search of greener pastures. Not that I have anything against Papi or Tio for helping the extended family, it is just that sometimes, it was a little too much. I always felt that Papi was taking a risk by allowing all those people to use his Social Security Number to obtain work. There were far too many Alejandro’s using the same SSN. More than I cared to know.

As we cruised down the highway in Ma’s small Honda, with loud music blasting from the speakers of the small car, I could feel the zing in my bloodstream,. It was prom and graduation season; summer and fun time. I knew that my parents were saving their Tax returns to buy me a car as a graduation gift. Finally, I would have my own wheels. A truck hopefully.

I could picture nice sunny Summer days at Galveston beach with a cold beer in my hands and my ass planted in the sand. Hopefully, with Sophia, my new crush by my side. Taking a puff from the cigarette that we passed around, I quickly stopped at the new gas station, to refuel. The price was slightly cheaper by a few cents and the change could be used to buy some smoke.

Then, Kevin saw the clairvoyants shop and we decided to step in, just for fun.

To be concluded next week….

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha