A talented writer who loves presenting stories from personal experience. My writing is very interesting and fascinating. with a sense of reality, bringing audiences and readers into a world of untold viewpoints, distinguishing between preconceptions and myths, and recognising our range of viewpoints in order to gain a deeper comprehension of our environment.I enjoy writing/learning more about a variety of subjects. However, the majority are personal pieces that portray ordinary experiences, mindfulness, fiction, and other things. As a writer, my objective is to leave a lasting positive impression on my audience by educating, entertaining, inspiring, sharing, and provoking thinking.
Given the health problems associated with sugar intake, I find it difficult to eat much candy. I wouldn’t say I’m a fan now, but that wasn’t always the case. Unlike my children, who sometimes cry for candy every day, I wasn’t raised with it. At my age, I can barely remember the names of any candies other than Haribo; surprisingly, I even miss the names of the candies I currently buy for my kids each month. That’s how little of a fan I am.
Nevertheless, my favorite candy is Haribo because it contains less sugar than others and is also chewable. When I have a craving, I often open a pack and take out three or four pieces for myself, leaving the rest for my younger children. I’m allergic to sweetness, especially to high sugar levels, making me uncomfortable whenever I accidentally consume too much.
At some point in live everyone loves candy!
For the past fifteen years, I have suppressed my desire for anything sugary. I even went so far as to drink my tea and coffee without sugar until my doctor informed me that my sugar levels were low. At that point, I began to add a small amount to my teas and coffees. I always got goosebumps when I saw how much sugar my coworkers put into their tea; their reactions to my unsweetened drinks were quite surprising. Although they often complimented me on my choices, I understand their preferences.
Sugar is addictive, much like caffeine and other products, and since the recommended consumption levels are not well-regulated, we often ignore the consequences of excessive intake. Some parents give their children too much freedom when it comes to candy, leading to habits that can be difficult to break later in life. Understanding the importance of managing sugar consumption, I have made it a priority to regulate my young children’s candy intake to avoid the serious health consequences associated with it. Nevertheless, everyone loves candy at some point in their lives.
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. It’s already ten p.m., and I’ve finally convinced my six-year-old daughter to go to bed after enjoying the excellent noodles I served her for dinner. I’ve been busy all day, having had a very stressful week at work, with today being my first rest day of the week, which I must admit is not a rest day at home. I got up early to drive two of my girls to school, not minding the fact that as a night shift worker, I had to be home after three a.m. Please note that I am not writing to beg for sympathy for my current situation because it is my choice and my duty as a parent. A husband and father.
I am surrounded by love, care, and the duties that come with being a parent because I have two girls, ages three and six, respectively. On my way back from dropping them off at school, which was a fifteen-minute walk away, I recalled that I had a driving lesson at 9:15 p.m. As I hurried home, I noticed my instructor parked next to my house. Unprepared to drive right away, I hurried inside my house to get my sheet schedule and, just for convenience, have my shoes changed. My heart is racing; I haven’t gotten enough sleep or rest, and even though it’s not a workday, I have a full itinerary for the day. I prayed that I wouldn’t make any serious driving errors today.
The class lasted for one hour. Although it was not very easy, I succeeded. I knew that under pressure, my driving lessons seldom went well, but I was stuck with my schedule and had little to no alternative. If wishes were horses indeed, I was relieved when the driving lessons were over. I went home and ate breakfast as quickly as possible. I was reminded of my copywriting assignment from the online course I recently registered in when I noticed my laptop on the table. After completing lesson 04 on storytelling two days ago, I found the homework challenging due to the given directions.
Boo-boo cold and wet🥰
After searching the internet for suggestions and ideas, I saw that it was already 11:45; I had to pick up my three-year-old daughter from school. Oh, hmm. I hissed. I got dressed once more, grabbed my scooter, and opened the door to head out, only to discover that it was pouring. Rain and snow are the day’s weather forecast predictions. You have to fulfil your obligations as parents. I want to avoid giving in to the school administration’s request to pick up my children later than expected, so I take my umbrella and head out into the rain.In spite of the wind and rain, we managed to get home. While it was true that the rain got us wet, we were also washed. When we arrived home, my daughter was ecstatic; despite the rain, she was chanting, “Rain, rain, go away, and come again another day,” lilubally. This time, it was past noon, and after we ate, she fell asleep. I carried on with my copywriting task. I dozed off for an hour because I was so exhausted. It’s already 3 p.m., and time to pick up my first kid from school. I jumped on my scooter and rushed to school for the third time. We arrived home within twenty minutes. My leg shook and my eyes were heavy, my project and blog post were unfinished, and I knew rest was far away.
I apologise to my readers, subscribers, and followers for not posting on untoldrealities.com for approximately a week; it was unintentional and due to circumstances beyond my control. I looked at the prompt questions every day, but I was unable to write. But this is my life right now, and if I ever needed a break, it would be from my job because, no matter how difficult the sacrifices I made for my kids were, I would never regret being there for them when they needed me most. If wishes were horses, I would rather take a lasting break from work than not spend time with my children.
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.
Thanks to Dad and Mom.
(It’s not about the tradition but the Aim of the tradition!)
Traditions are defined as a series of recurrent rituals, behaviours, and activities that have been practiced and passed down through generations. Indeed, family customs can vary by town, country, and continent. It can be both ornate and simple, reflecting family ideas and values. For many people, it includes physical or actual activities like family dinners, camping, family vacations, and extended family games, to name a few. Which is determined by the point of origin. Whatever customs your family has, they are honoured.
However, the idea of writing about this topic cast a heavy shade over my spirit in terms of my family’s priceless memories. It reminded me of my late parents and their insistence on our upholding family traditions.Their efforts to ensure that we all adhere to it continue to this day, even after they are gone. We, like every other family, have an annual vacation ritual; regardless of where we live, we return home every Christmas to spend quality time with our parents. Have a discussion together. We eat together, visit our fields, and go to church together. play and dance together . Both single and married. Even married people visit along with their wives and children.
Forever in our hearts 💕
But the most fascinating part of my family’s traditions isn’t what it might seem. Rather than the yearly vocations, dinner dates, farm visits, church, and dance, my parents’ goal is for us all to follow the tradition, which speaks to the love, unity, and affection that exist within the family. The conversations and outward manifestations of everyone utilising our time together to strengthen the family’s bond against those who would have us do otherwise.
Our parents instilled in us the importance of caring, helping, bonding, and looking out for one another. And their presence kept it in check until death arrived. I feel that any current family custom is primarily dependent on the prospective parents. Their intentions, as well as their vision and presence. I was unable to attend my late mother’s burial last Christmas, and I despised myself for it; as a result, I missed the annual custom of having all of my siblings together for the final time.
As much as it terrifies me that with our parents’ deaths, it may be difficult to maintain the physical annual tradition and rituals that accompany them, but the bond, love, devotion, and care they instilled in us, their children, will always be practiced and retained. However, with each of us having our own immediate families, our parents fulfilled their purposes and course of our tradition because, in turn, we are ensuring that our children have the same bond of love, affection, unity, and care for one another that our parents instilled in us through our family tradition. Permits me to say: When tradition fulfilled its course, it becomes human. We are our tradition.
The importance of good health.(my hospital experience)
I frequently have this intense lower abdominal discomfort; it’s usually severe. I was unable to confirm what it is. It has come to my attention that I also frequently feel queasy. Particularly when I’m really hungry and experiencing this ache. I underwent two times endoscopies few years ago while in Spain, so this is nothing new. Thankfully, my appendix was removed early in life, so it can’t be appendix . (I could be mistaken nevertheless.) I’m afraid of this particular abdominal pain . Usually severe, but occasionally mild . having tried every type of painkiller without success I dislike being ill and needing someone to take care of me. That does not imply that I am against kind individuals showing me love and concern. The fact that, throughout my life, only my late parents has shown me such love. I constantly stand strong and take proactive steps to prevent illness because I believe rather than being the one being cared for, I should be the one taking care of someone else. Every time I feel strange symptoms, I make my own home medicines using ginger, bitter cola, lime, and other beneficial herbs, and I also work out, after which my body always bounces back like magic.
Never wait to be admitted
However, you cannot always heal yourself, and there are times when I have to go to the hospital because my symptoms indicate otherwise. Beginning to be concerned about this particular ache and how I felt whenever it submerged, I took advantage of the chance last month when my youngest daughter became quite ill early in the morning and we raced to the hospital for her treatment to tell my ordeal to the doctor. He was young, and he immediately asked that I be checked and scheduled for a medical procedure to determine the reason of my suffering because he could not discover a physical cause for it.
In the past week, I received a package from NHS that included a standard preparation for today’s endoscopic surgery. Three sachets of plenvu mango-flavored medication are included in the packet; I’m supposed to consume them to clear my stomach in preparation for a more thorough stomach examination. As I mentioned earlier, it wasn’t my first time, but I will have to forgo certain foods, vegetables, and nuts for seven days, with the last two being the most challenging for last-minute preparations. I’ll need to dissolve the sachets in at least 750 millilitres of water, drink it all, and then keep drinking water afterwards.
Since my experience was exactly as described in the papers that came with the package, I feel reluctant to describe my experience after consuming the necessary cleansing dosages. fatigue, vertigo, and nausea. cold and joint pain. I’m eager for the medical process to be completed because I’ve spitting every minute and used the loo innumerable times. I’m currently at the hospital waiting for my turn because the 2:30 pm appointment has been delayed because there are many patients, including myself, waiting at the unit.
At 15:50 or thereabouts, I was called by the nurse, and after all the checks, I was ready for the section. I was given some material to change into, and shortly after, three doctors, comprised of a male and two females, came and introduced themselves and explained in a cool way what and how the procedure will go and how long it will take and everything will be normal. Before I knew what happened, I was taken to the surgery unit, and all the rituals were done. And the tube camera was inserted inside my body, and beside me were TV-like screens through which I could see exactly how my inner stomach looked, to and fro, they kept going, having me turn from left to right as they performed the endoscopy. I felt no pain at all, but my mind was not at ease either.
After about thirty minutes, the head doctor said it’s done, and everything plugged into my body was removed, and I was taken to another unit to wait. However, the doctor said that he will book me for a CT scan later, and the result of the endoscopy is good. Meaning they found nothing bad. So more investigation has to be carried out in order to find the cause of the pain.
While waiting, I told the nurse in charge of me that I could leave by myself, but they refused, citing the hospital procedures against patients that were sedated must be accompanied home by a relative and friends or anyone presented as the next of kin. All my attempts to convince them were to no avail. Waiting and hungry, they offered me a tea and sandwich, which was a relief to my two days out of food.
I enjoyed the meal like it came from a five-star hotel, after I requested another one to compliment the first, and it was granted. By this time, the unit closes at six pm, and one of the nurses asked me again what time my spouse will come by because they close in less than 10 minutes. Immediately I rang Soso and confirmed she was already on her way with a taxi. I felt good as all the dizziness, coldness, tiredness, and joint pain has gradually disappeared. I appreciate the NHS and the frontline doctors and nurses who make sure people are treated, especially the nurse that attended to me. You’re a good person. From the time you called me to the time I was discharged, you showed nothing but class, affection, professionalism, and caring. I may not have been treated for the pain, but I appreciate the service received from everyone that made sure I was attended to today.
Health is wealth. Not until one is admitted for some serious medical problem, one should always know the importance of having a healthy life.
Pleasant moment that I aspire to have for the remainder of my life.”
Having a good time involves a variety of activities. To be honest, I can’t recall the last time I set aside time for fun. The situations that I find fulfilling are different and frequently hard for others to comprehend. Having fun can sometimes help me decompress from stressful situations. I adore reading and writing because they are enjoyable activities that make me feel happy. The most intriguing aspect about writing, though, is that I can write well under pressure, while working, on my breaks, in noisy environments, and in other seemingly challenging situations. I utilise it to separate my soul from situations that deflect me of positive energies.
Family time❤️
However, reading in public required a higher level of concentration. I prefer to read in a peaceful and quiet place since it energises my soul. Sometimes with a tuned down country music on the background.I began writing at a young age in the hopes of one day shaping people’s lives via my work and being known for it. It makes me glad today that people all over the world have seen and liked my blog post. Thank you, WordPress and social media networks, for making my goal come reality. Speaking of fun, I enjoy dancing and listening to various types of music.
I rarely have this kind of fun time, and when I do, I enjoy myself completely because I put all of my troubles aside and focus on the here and now. Yes, dancing and listening to music help me feel better. Going out every weekend and playing football were previously part of my fun times, but as I’ve grown older and seen a significant change in my personality, I’ve realised that life is what happens when we are occupied with other things.
Aside from writing and reading, spending time with my family is currently the most pleasurable and entertaining period of my life. One of the blessings I hope to enjoy every day of my life is spending weekends with my wife and children, playing and watching films together, eating, and conversing. Yes, these are my five favourite interesting facts. How about you?
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
I am all ears
Currently I own no pet, but will acquire one in the future. Because they exhibit many of the deepest human impulses and traits—love, talk, listening, emotions, and even running errands—pets are much less human. Although it can occasionally be challenging to engage with them due to their non-human form and communication differences, however technology and animal trainers have made it easier than ever to converse with pets. I could help my pet understand that I’m always there for them. They should feel free to confide in me about their issues and concerns as long as I listened to them and offered assistance.
Pets are more empathetic and affectionate than humans, rarely refuse our calls for help, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for their owners. However, in spite of all this love, they frequently struggle to communicate their concerns and issues, which makes it tough to empathise with their emotions and pains. Or maybe it is a result of differences in our channels of communication. If I have the power to make them understand, it is for them to understand my willingness to hear them out and reciprocate their genuine affections for me without asking anything in return.
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
Funniest thing about my name
It never occurred to me to write about my name before now. Thanks to Prompt for bringing this to my attention. Regarding my background beliefs, origins, and ancestry. A name is more than just a mark of identification; it also represents history, lineage, beliefs, circumstances, and, to some extent, expectations . Igbo people attach numerous aspects to their children’s names and take them seriously since they believe they have the potential to manifest in their lives. The meaning of a name’s etymology varies among individuals. My name is broken into three halves, and I answer to whichever one is called. It’s pronounced Obianujunwa. Many people call me Ujunwa, although few call me Uju. I prefer the last one because it’s short, sexy, and profound. 😁
Uju
Igbo names, as I mentioned before, are related to the situation at the time of birth or event, which may be past, present, or future. superstitions, beliefs, experience etc. Obianuju translates to “born amid plenty.” Nwa stands for children. When you combine these factors, you are born into a family full of children; in fact, I am my parents’ seventh child. You can now see why the name was chosen. 😁 Although it’s considered a feminine name, some people have male children named Obianju, much like me. In any case, their motivation can differ from my parents’.
My close family and close friends name me Uju, which means plenty. The funniest thing about my name is that when I’m called in public, people occasionally question me why I go by it since they think I’m a man rather than a woman.
Please hurry up. Have you finished your breakfast, chimara? We’re already running late. Where is your sister now? Eating She responded while dining. OK please button up your jumper. I said again, my heart racing and my eyelids heavy with sleep; it hadn’t been long since they returned from a sleepover with their mother, who had hurriedly readied them for school before departing to her morning shift despite working all night.
After returning from the night shift, I closed my eyes for just an hour before falling asleep. Rolling from side to side of my bed, filled with resentment, anxiety, and great exhaustion, praying that a miracle could occur and someone would transport my kids to school every morning, not just today. How come I’m being tortured to such agony? My mind wandered with closed eyes and an awakened consciousness.Then a voice said, “Stop pitying yourself.” Nobody said it’d be easy. Get up; at the very least, you are doing it for your children. I had newfound vigour in my soul, yet I was still angry at myself.
Poor kids, how I wish they knew what was going through my mind; they would forgive all of my tantrums directed at them. Chizy, where are you? Come here, please. She promptly approached me, seeking for assistance with her shoes, which she had on incorrectly. Bring your leg here. I stated as I switched her trainers and clothed her appropriately for school. Walking to the dining room, which adjoins the entry and exit doors to our house, I notice a dish with leftover cereals on the table. Whose plate is that? I exclaimed. Oh, mine, mine, sorry, they said, aware that after eating, their plates should be taken to the kitchen. “Please let’s go; we’re late.
Chimara, where are your bags and water bottles? She said, “Here, here,” and I replenished them with water before we walked out the door. My formerly cloudy head has progressively cleared of grief and weakness. A few minutes into our walk to school, as we doubled our pace to keep up with the clock, I heard a three-year-old whispering hello and waving at us, while her mother looked on in delight. I was confused at first, but a closer look caught me off guard when I recognised her smile and realised she was Chizy’s classmate and friend.
Boo-boo, isn’t that your friend? And, yes, she grinned in response before calling her out and asking that she accompany us to school. But the kid’s mother and I quickly exchanged pleasantries. Come on, gals, we need to get caught up on time. We fled quickly. We’re almost at the school gate, and it’s time. I directed Chimara and Chizy to sprint towards the school entrance, preventing it from closing, and I followed them.
As a child I never truly understood the sacrifices of my parents until now; I hissed
We finally made it. Chimara was the first to enter her class, followed by Chizy, and I returned home with a different perspective and enthusiasm than woke up. The miracle I longed for occurred indirectly, relieving me of wrath, anguish, and anxiety burnt out of sacrifices made for the love of a child by the parents, especially their father.
Leadership is the capacity to take charge of a group and become a key figure in any organisation or entity. It makes sense that anyone can have the qualities of a leader in the same situation, but only a select few are able to lead an organisation to success. Speaking of success, an organisation is considered successful when its employees’ potential is fully realised and well-cared for, in addition to when it meets its financial objectives. Although discussing all of the numerous attributes of a successful leader would require a significant amount of time and space, I will attempt to provide a summary for our convenience.
We all are leaders, but not all are good at it.
A leader should have these attributes in addition to integrity, empathy, and effective communication; to be respected by those under their direction, a leader must be a person of impeccable character who can see problems not only from his or her own point of view but also from that of other colleagues who are also skilled at communicating with everyone. powerful, determined, and visionary. A person cannot become a good leader if they lack vision, strength, and focus. The leadership traits and structures of an organization determine its level of success.
An organisation needs a strong, determined, and visionary leader with a set of short-term and long-term objectives rooted in every action. A good leader leads by example, and it is not just found in corporate settings; it can also be found in our homes (families). Clubs, age groups, schools, etc. The people credit a good leader and not otherwise. All of us are leaders, but not all of us are very good at it.
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