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She stood in the elements…

tears mingled with raindrops…

a mix of nature and emotions…

soaked her chiffon kaftan.


Rain evoked numerous feelings…

It reminded her of how they met…

of days cuddled under the blanket…

sharing stories and breathing each others air.


It reminded her of home…

of cups of warm broth…

and woolly socks for her feet…

as she listened to his heartbeat.


It reminded her of the things lost…

of his last words ‘I will be back soon’…

but never to be fulfilled…

he died on a rainy day.

Jacqueline 2023

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I am brave or am I?

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When we think of the word ‘brave’ our minds automatically switch to the endurance of pain, performing daunting tasks and facing danger without fear. Our minds go to the images of brave soldiers at the war front, selfless, daring, heroic and protecting us from intrusion at the risk of their own lives. I am not that soldier, yet, I daresay that I am brave. Yes! I am.

Not to thump my fists on my chest, belting out a war cry, I can puff up with a little sense of pride that I do stand up to daunting and unpleasant situations – often with trembling knees and trepidation. Most times, in all the places that I have worked over the years, I have been that voice that speaks out for those who don’t know how to or feel too intimidated to speak up.

On a regular basis, I am not afraid to question the status quo when my perception of rightness prompts me to do so even if it means that my voice is the only dissenting voice in a crowd of many. What that has achieved over time is not only to draw the attention of those in positions of authority to review any ‘questionable circumstance’ but has served as a catalyst for positive change and gradual inculcation of healthier work cultures.

As much as I like being comfortable, I have also grown to understand that the space of comfort stifles personal growth and as such, I endeavour to try new things – albeit sensibly – and to push my boundaries in many ways. Taking such steps brings a new sense of power and exhilaration and also takes some level of bravery as most of us are creatures of habit who find changes unsettling. Those things that we fear can keep us bound in invisible chains and as is commonly said, ‘you don’t have to be fearless, doing it afraid is just as brave.’

Personally, putting myself out there on social media through videos, baring my thoughts in writing for others to read sometimes feels as if I am exposing the inner parts of my soul to friends and strangers alike, because we live in a world where people are far more at ease to criticize and judge than to empathize and to keep an open mind. ‘

However, the sense of freedom that comes from doing so daily propels me to keep showing up, to keep being brave in my little world and I am not about to stop anytime soon.

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The Lazy Crow…


The Sun only rises

When Cocky the rooster crows.

So, we must blame it on that Lazy Rooster

Who was feeling like such a hipster

And failed in his morning’s duty roster,

He neither cockled earlier nor harder,

And the Sun overslept, failing to rise faster,

Which made us lazy and we woke up a little later.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy

From the illogical to the nonsensical, Day 6 invites you to explore Fallacy,

Courtesy of the devious @jdoublep.

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The Red Head and Her clunker….


What! Pierre held from cursing himself blue in the face.

His bicycle was bent out of shape by the colourful clunker belonging to his new neighbour.

It was time to have a word with her.

He was intrigued more than he admitted. For reasons unidentified, her humming as she carried pots and bouquets of flowers back and forth got under his skin.

Endless aroma of baked goods which wafted constantly through her open french windows did not help matters.

In the evenings, her tinkering with pots and pans and sound of music floated up to his apartment. He deliberately left his window open to hear her, telling himself that it was for the fresh air.

She opened her door at the very first rap.

Her sunny smile showed perfectly capped teeth, unruly red locks tumbled over freckled shoulders and shiny hazel eyes that crinkled with mischief gazed up at him.

As he calibrated his thoughts to reprimand mode…

Would you like some freshly baked brownies and coffee?” Offered her fruity voice.

An argument, he has just lost.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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In response to the FFfAW photo prompt above. Thank you Priceless Joy for this challenge platform.

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The Answer Blows in the Wind…


Here I often sit and ponder,
As the days go by,
The rising and setting sun,
So quickly passing by,
Where yonder shall tomorrow find me?
It’s only God in heaven that knows!
For that answer my friend is blowing in the wind!

Will I mingle with the free?
Will I be among the living?
For these answers I do not know my friend,
For it is blowing in the wind!

Will I scribble to the delight of others?
Putting smiles and streaking hearts with joy?
For this I shall strive some more,
But the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind!

Shall I rock grand-babies on my bent knees?
Singing hush lullabies to darling little ears.
This I know not my friend,
For the answer is blowing in the wind!

Shall tomorrow meet me,
Sipping warm cocoa in my rocking chair,
Telling tales of days gone by?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind!

Yesterday is gone!
Tomorrow belongs to God!
My today is a present gift as I sit here!
Let me be happy, and have peace!
I shall leave tomorrow’s answer, to the blowing wind.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post prompt Six of one, half a dozen of the other

Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.

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The Learning Place….


An institution of learning for children must have the basic learning instructions of reading, writing and arithmetic’s.

I wonder where I  would be,  if I hadn’t learnt to read?

That would have been a sorry shame because I may not have been able to talk to you.

The wonders and places gleaned between the pages of a book would elude such a soul. The man who reads  visits a thousand place’s but a man who doesn’t read,  remains in one place.

The learning process of these basic skills will help the learner’s acquire required skills to function and blend into a larger society, as well as laying the foundation which equally serves as their   springboard to  excel in  their chosen pursuits.

If I had the opportunity to set up  an institution of learning ground up, asides from the usual subjects that are taught in the  four walls of a school, I would emphasize on student’s learning basic survival skill acquisition as well as other skill sets and talents which can be harnessed optimally.

Ethics, etiquette, empathy, generosity, respect and self-respect should also form part of a young child’s social sciences formation, especially in these times when the  focus  seems to be more selfish inclined with the spirit of entitlement pervading the society.

Let us remember that the mind of  a child is a tabula rasa, absent of preconceived ideas or predetermined goals a pure clean slate on which to write and as the good Bible states, we should raise a child in the way that he should go and when he grows, he shall not depart from it.

Train a child

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to The Daily Post prompt The New School

You get to redesign school as we know it from the ground up. Will you do away with reading, writing, and arithmetic? What skills and knowledge will your school focus on imparting to young minds?

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Express Yourself…..

In response to The Daily Post Express Yourself

Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively


Oh! I love to dance! Dancing can make a bad day seem good. You can’t dance and be angry. The two things don’t go together. Sometimes, I visualize myself as a background dancer to some nice music, but I guess that’s where the dream ends, except a team of us come together to form a band in our later years. You never know these things 😉

Oh! I love to sing and shake to the music while at it. All done in a loud voice too. I doubt if I will be winning talent shows or occupying the  Top 10 hits anytime soon, but seeing the fond smiles on my families face as I goof off is definitely worth a Grammy. I can lead a very rousing Praise and Worship you know! That must count for something.

Oh! I dabble in drawing and painting too. I am no Vincent van  Gogh but I do paint pretty flowers now and again and I doodle nonsense too 😄. I however, think my youngest brother ‘Ifesinachi Adrian’ is a fantastic artist! A few of his artwork are displayed below.

Another doodle! A flower I suppose :)
Another doodle! A flower I suppose 🙂

I was quite the mouth piece for my school in my Secondary/High school days. I represented the school in so many debates and was always a lead speaker. I haven’t done such exercise in recent times, just debating with my husband and children which is quite exerting, I must tell you.

Oh!  I have a  sister who sculpts as well. I enjoy watching her work, mess

My doodle. What do I call her?
My doodle. What do I call her?

around with her stuff and I get to be her art critic too. I must assure you that it’s not an easy job to be a critic.

Now, when we talk about writing, that is an entirely different kettle of fish. Writing is MY ABSOLUTELY favorite way of expressing myself. I write to think. I write to speak. I just write to live. If you took away writing from me, I really don’t want to imagine what I would do. Maybe scribble in the sand!

I don’t have to be an expert to enjoy doing those things that I love. Those things that make me laugh heartily. Those thing’s that tickles my soul in a positive way.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


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TwISTED FaCES…Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus

eYES look.

Black eyes


                                 Macabre their faces………………;Twisted faces


Inwards turned out………………;

Outwards turned in………………..;

In goals of pursuance……………………;

Vapid, Vacuous, Rapid, Raucous…………….Faces;

twisted face

Enthused, Sick, Happy, Disjointed, Elated…………………….Faces;

TwiTsED FaCEs……………..;

walking feetbackwards walking

To all things see………………

Popping eyes

…………………To see all things!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In fulfillment of Writing 201 poetry – Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus

This poetry was constructed from bits and pieces of my articles scattered from WordPress to Facebook and Twitter.

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Yes, There Are Boundaries…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Soon?.”

Can anything be funny, or are some things off limits?

Title banner off-limits

A well developed sense of humor is something I think I possess.

I am a Christian but not a dour faced sanctimonious one!

I love good jokes any day and will even laugh at myself with ease.

There is no need sweating all the stuff (hard and small) because life is already hard enough and rather too short!

However, there are jokes that I will not be shining my teeth at ever at all!

I find such funnies to be insensitive and in very bad taste!

Things to do with Child Sexual Abuse, Domestic Violence, Terrorism of any sort, Rape, Murder are an absolute NO! NO! for me.

I am aware that some comedians thrive on such tripe and I do question at times if they are perpetrators of such acts themselves!

I am very doubtful that victims and survivors of certain obscene act would be laughing it off. Bad jokes

If that is the case, we won’t hear of women who often fall to pieces and commit suicide after acts of sexual molestation.

If it was so funny, we won’t have so many issues of troubled children who were abused till they lost their sense of self and are left battling with hangovers of such issues.

If it were hilarious, we wouldn’t have so many dysfunctional families due to domestic violence.

If it were rib-cracking, our jails will not be spilling over with perpetrators of nefarious crimes.

Indeed, there is a limit to a joke and a fine line should be drawn on such jokes that are in poor taste!

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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His Flanges Got Propped!…. A short story


It’s been quite a grueling competition! Sebastian is determined to win the championship even if is by the skin of his teeth!

He has come far and this is it! The moment of his life and his dreams!

He could almost taste the victory and the fame at the end of it all.

His face would be splashed all over the papers and television. Instant celebrity status stamped on him as he turns into the toast of the town.

Endorsements would fly in from here and there. He could imagine his preening and the ladies cooing after him; his companionship sought by all. He could see it all! The pause to pose for silent brooding pictures for the paparazzi. The constant request for interviews. The frenetic social calendar. What a success it would be!

For just a split second, his wandering mind drifts off from the game at hand. In that split second, the ball comes sailing through the air and his delayed reaction causes him to over-reach. His legs fly out under him! He sails into the air, landing with such a heavy thud at an odd angle.

Pain pierces and radiates through his entire body. He struggles to rise but this legs crumble under him as the excruciating pain keeps him down.

The medics rush to attend to him and a quick examination is carried out.

Through the haze of the pain, a sober voice filters through;

“Well my young man, it appears you have popped a rib or two!” Said the Voice.

”You will be needing a FLANGIPROP  for support for several months or more.” ”Unfortunately you cannot continue with the game.” The droning voice continued as he administers on-site first aid.

He is quickly holstered on a stretcher whilst he writhes in pain and anger. This is not the way it is meant to end he argues in his mind.

The flashes of the camera keeps popping in his face as the paparazzi catch every wince of pain and misery that is etched on it.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha.

In response to The Daily Post – Invent a definition for the word “Flangiprop,” then use the word in a post. 

The actual definition of Flange: An external or internal rib or rim which is used to add strength or to hold something in place.

The actual definition of Prop: An object placed against or under another to support it: anything that supports.