I am a passionate writer who loves turning personal experiences and everyday realities into stories that make people pause, reflect, and see life from a different perspective.
Through my writing, I explore untold viewpoints, challenge preconceptions and myths, and embrace the different ways we understand ourselves, other people, and the circumstances around us.
I enjoy writing, reading, and learning about a wide range of subjects. Much of my work, however, comes from personal experiences and observations—ordinary moments that reveal extraordinary lessons. My writing explores life, mindfulness, fatherhood, relationships, fiction, and the realities we often overlook.
My goal as a writer is simple: to leave a lasting, positive impression on every reader. I write to educate, entertain, inspire, share, and provoke thought—while creating stories that feel real, relatable, and worth remembering.
(Untold Realities)
The funny thing about names is that we seldom choose what we are called.
Names are given to us, and if you’re lucky enough to have one you love, congratulations! You’re in the minority. For the rest of us, we often just go along with the names we’ve been given.
Before diving into the topic of nicknames and the stories behind them, I encourage you to read my piece titled *Reason for Your Name* for a better understanding of the article.
Names come into existence through complex emotions, and they are influenced by many factors: circumstances, traditions, events, beliefs, the future, and the state of mind of the person giving the name rather than the person bearing it. Nicknames are no exception.
Be mindful of what you choose to identify with.
Surprisingly, our nicknames can change as we grow older, unlike our birth names and official names. By now, you might be wondering why I haven’t yet revealed my nickname and the stories behind it. The reason is that I have quite a few, each associated with different times and circumstances, chosen by family members, peers, and friends. From “Sir Booyiant” to “Americana” to “British” to “Big,” people have chosen these names based on their experiences, understanding, expectations, and the dynamics of their relationships with me.
However, despite having little control over what nickname people assign to you, you do have the right to reject any name that doesn’t define who you are and what you stand for.
(poem)..The poem was inspired by the writer’s experience—a dad with two lovely young daughters. It narrates the anxiety and pressure that come from working far from home, Watford to Borehamwood
Parenting truly requires a great deal of selflessness. Our children not only take up space in our hearts but also influence the values we hold dear. They draw our focus away from self-love, leading us to prioritize their needs and well-being above our own. In many ways, they shape and guide our lives in profound ways. It can be challenging; a person who approaches parenting from a selfish perspective may struggle to embody the principles of intentional parenting. Our time, money, thoughts, and actions inevitably shift to cater to our children’s needs. Balancing our priorities while embracing the sacrifices of parenthood is no small feat, and it’s important to acknowledge the emotional journey that comes with it.A selfish person has no place in parenthood
It was a hectic workday, and I had just returned home. After taking a bath and having dinner, I was ready to tackle my assignments, which I had been putting off for a while. However, I also needed to focus on my usual learning and teaching with my kids, which was becoming increasingly overwhelming. I understand the importance of education, especially at my kids’ early stage, and I strive to instill a culture of learning and studying in them. They must stay up to date with their studies and school assignments.
As I tried to relax on the couch with the TV on, my peace was soon interrupted by Boo-boo being chased by Omalicha. They ran out of their room, screaming and laughing, clutching their iPads.
“Can you girls reduce the noise?” I cautioned.
“Okay, Daddy,” Omalicha replied.
“Why are you screaming?” I asked again.
“Boo-boo… Mommy wants to take our iPads away,” they both gasped, panting as they jumped on me, seeking a shield and protection like people trying to escape an angry lion.
Just then, I heard my wife’s footsteps approaching.
“Babe, can you please tell them to switch off their iPads? They’ve been on them since they got back from school,” she said.
“Okay,” I replied.
“Can you believe Chimara hasn’t submitted or had her school work marked for the past two weeks? She even skipped some homework!” my wife continued, clearly frustrated.
“Seriously?” I responded in shock. “How was that possible?”
“Babe, last week I thought it was just a mistake. You know they are given assignments every week to submit the following week. When I realized her last week’s work wasn’t marked, I got worried.”
“Chimara, is that true?” I asked, who was starting to shiver at my reaction.
“Stand up,” I instructed, and she stood in front of me. “Why was your assignment not marked? And why did you skip one of your assignments?”
“Chimara… Daddy, I—I…” she stuttered.
“Did you not submit your assignments to your teachers?” I cut in.
“Daddy, I did, but…”
“But what?” I pressed.
“Why would your homework not be marked if it was submitted? Your mother said you didn’t submit your homework according to your teacher when the class was asked to turn it in.” At this point, she began to mumble, unsure of what to say.
“Okay, I see,” I said. “I realize that you’re starting to get distracted. You’ve spent too much time on your iPad, just like your mother said. Since you girls got back from school, you’ve been on those devices, and that needs to stop.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she replied.
“Hand it over to me.” She gave me her iPad.
“Akuoma, give me yours too.”
Boo-boo, “Mmm, okay,” and reluctantly placed it on the table.
“Now listen, both of you. This will be the last time I receive complaints from your teacher or your mommy about you not doing your homework or not submitting your assignments. Whenever you’re back from school, make sure you complete everything your mommy asks before picking up your iPads. I have realized that both of you are losing focus, not just on your studies, but on other things as well. Therefore, I will be taking your iPads away for a week, after which you will get them back.”
“But Daddy, I promise I will always do my assignments and be a good girl!” both pleaded, but it was already late, and I was determined to help them regain focus. If it meant taking their iPads away for a month, then so be it.
I used to have a deep love for myself. Life was fulfilling, and I felt content, surrounded by everything I desired. But then, I got married, and I noticed that my self-love began to shift. A considerable part of it was shared with my spouse. Then our first child arrived, and I found that 70% of my self-love had been redirected towards them. At first, I accepted this change. But with the birth of our second child, I realized that almost all of my love had been given away—to my spouse and my children. I began to focus solely on their needs, often putting aside my own desires. I willingly gave up things for myself to provide for them. Every sacrifice I made came from a place of love, and I endured challenges for their happiness.
❤️ Children’s love transcends all ❤️
Despite this, I came to understand something beautiful: that while self-love may nourish the soul, it is selfless love that truly blossoms. Watching my children play, laugh, and express their affection fills my heart with joy and lifts my spirit in ways I never imagined. While self-love can be comforting, witnessing the pure, genuine love of my children is a soothing experience that transcends all. It’s a reminder of the profound depths of love we can share with others.
When I was young, my mom recognized the significant influence I had on my younger brother, to the extent that he often followed my lead. As a result, I frequently bore the brunt of the blame for his mistakes, along with the associated punishments. At the time, I struggled to understand her reasoning, though I still hear echoes of her voice: “Do not mislead your brother!”
As I transitioned into adulthood, I realized that many people share my late mother’s perspective. In group settings, affiliations, and workplaces, I often find myself being one of the most sought-after sources for opinions and guidance. Just like back then, I still bear the blame for others’ mistakes. According to them I am popular and therefore indirectly influence People that appreciate my perspectives and admire my opinions. Opinion I still find hard to accept.
Recently, I have delved into content creation focused on parent-child relationships, particularly emphasizing the importance of a father’s presence in their children’s lives. I have been amazed by the tremendous support I receive from the public, especially from our wonderful fans who watch, listen, like, comment, and share our programs. Their love and support reinforce my mother’s insights about my capacity to be an influencer.
While influencing can lead to fame and riches, the key distinction lies in the energy we choose to cultivate rather than merely the number of followers, likes, and wealth we accumulate. Now, as a father of two wonderful young girls, I find myself cautious of my behavior and the impact it has not only on my children but also on those who look up to me. Although I am not perfect, I recognize the importance of cultivating a sense of responsibility in our homes and fostering love and affection in our parent-child relationships. I can still hear the echoes of my mother’s voice: “Do not mislead them.”
From the melodies of raindrops to the sweet scent of puddles, combined with the fresh air and cozy atmosphere of cool weather, if you believe that sunshine and snowfall are the epitome of happiness, just wait until you dance in the rain.
It’s August, and my younger brother and I are back from school. We wasted no time preparing the evening meal, as our mother had asked us to do before she returned from the market.
August is well-known for its rainy season in Eastern Nigeria. This time of year is marked by incessant rains, which means we need to be quick with our chores to avoid getting into trouble. The weather has begun shifting from sunny to breezy, and the winds are picking up, signaling that rain is on the way. Thankfully, we completed our tasks just in time.
In Eastern Nigeria during the late ’90s, it wasn’t uncommon to see teenagers dancing and playing in the rain, and that’s exactly what my brother and I were looking forward to as soon as the weather changed…to be continued
Days are categorized and measured in the same way; each having twenty-four hours. However, despite their similarities in timing, no two days are ever the same. We often fail to realize or appreciate the opportunities each day presents until they have passed. As my late father used to say, “Had I known” is a brother to Mr. Late.
In our subconscious minds, we tend to overlook the little things that make life beautiful and add value to our existence because of anger, overthinking, pride, and greed. How I wish I could live each day the way I truly want! But then again, what do I really want?
At this moment, as I write this, I find myself feeling mad at my spouse due to a minor misunderstanding, Still, I wish I could kiss her every moment and tell her how much I love her, along with expressing my love to everyone around me.
It’s ok when our days vary.
Also, my biggest wish is to make each day count financially—meaning I want to earn money and make gains each day to adequately take care of my needs and that of my family.
The truth is that energies vary, and no day is the same. But understanding and appreciating the little things around us is the key to making each day meaningful. I love reading, listening to country songs, enjoying quiet environments, sharing laughter, and having deep, meaningful conversations. Eating healthy, exercising, and taking a walk However, all of this seems out of reach when I find myself financially unstable which makes my everyday wishes feel unattainable.
We often don’t realize what we have until it’s lost. Despite having a rough time, I sometimes look at my kids with their stress and endless questions and laugh, feeling blessed and lucky. Life could have been worse but it isn’t. I feel fulfilled knowing that we have a roof over our heads and food on our table, Keeping and raising a family is no easy task, but it is something we cherish deeply. Spending time with them every day is something I wished for and currently doing but every decision comes with its challenges and mine is not isolated however I know it could be better and will surely be better.
Confidence is a trait that is developed over time and cannot be pinned down to a single act or behavior. A moment of bravery can set someone on a transformative path, but maintaining that confidence is essential to stay on course.
True confidence comes from a deep appreciation of one’s abilities and qualities, coupled with belief in a positive outcome. It is a hidden superpower that many of us possess at different points in our lives. However, only a few manage to sustain that courage in their everyday decisions.
Life, time, and circumstances shape our journeys and relationships. Yet, certain individuals stand out for their unwavering confidence. This can be seen in their decision-making, their navigation through emotional challenges, their intellectual expression, communication skills, conflict management abilities, perseverance, and patience.
Each person’s confidence manifests in unique ways, which adds to the richness of humanity. It’s important to recognize that one should not be judged for lacking confidence in specific situations unless one consistently shows a lack of courage in their daily life. The perception of dreams, perseverance of purpose, and belief in oneself are the fuels that drive confidence.
I dedicate this message to my late mother, who exemplified these qualities even in her final moments, and to you, my wonderful readers, who have persevered to the end of this article. You have all demonstrated remarkable confidence in overcoming life’s challenges. Never let your guard down you might be a shining light to lots of people who look up to your superpowers.
