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I am already in the business.“You Just Haven’t Hired Me Yet.” 

If you could start a new business right now, what would it be?

Sometimes, it begins when you decide to believe in what you can offer—even before anyone else does.

I remembered answering a similar questions in prompt sometimes last year in relation to the side gigs I need so badly. A  common definition of business states that A business is an organization or entity that engages in commercial, industrial, or professional activities to provide goods or services.

However in regard to my financial statues, resources and responsibilities the question of the side gigs and a business I could start right now still lingers at its highest level. 

I am already in the business just that you have not demanded for my service or better say you have not started supporting me yet. 

As a father of two whose does various jobs to sustain my family relying solely on my monthly income from my job has been big problem in the sense that I could barely afford basic needs of my children let alone that of my spouse and myself. 

I took a big step and did a copywriting course last year and had and excellent results of which results you can attest to yourself. I have been writing articles and posting them on social media especially Facebook,  I have my personal Blog the untoldrealities.com where all my works could be seen and also I delve into content creation with then Nam Takenotedad on Facebook and YouTube in the quest to earn a bit extra money to support my family. Yet I must say I have not earned a cent from both platform despite having put an enormous amount of energy and finances. 

But I still believe the future is brighter and continue to put in the work with the belief that one day you will see my work and patronize, promote, assist and collaborate with me. 

I am certified copywriter from one of the best colleges i(collage od media and publishing United Kingdom ) with remarkable results. I have completed QLS LEVEL 4 with achieved units in

The followings.

Basics

Tools and apps

Copy presentation 

Storytelling 

Research your subject

Terminology 

Industry code of practice 

How to write a great copy and content

Effective heading 

Direct mail 

Email marketing and press release 

Content for press 

Leaflet and brochure 

Seo article and web content

Writing for social media

Blog post.

Newsletter 

Thought leadership articles 

I have not been offered any service yet because I have not publicise my interest since passing through, but I am ever ready to work for you if considered. 

My content creation (Takenotedad) is family oriented with focus on being a good father, love, presence, provision and guidance . Supportive and well-guided children’s upbringing. 

My blog(Untoldrealities.com from which your reading this article also talk about family and everyday realities. 

In conclusion I am already in the business but have not started earning money from it but with your support it’s possible.

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If You Could Start a New Business Right Now, What Would It Be?

If you asked me this question last year, I probably would have given you a completely different answer.

I remember answering a similar prompt about the side gigs I needed so badly. A common definition of a business is an organisation or entity engaged in commercial, industrial or professional activities to provide goods or services.

But considering my financial situation, responsibilities and limited resources, the question of what business or side gig I could start right now still remains very relevant.

And my answer might surprise you.

I am already in the business.

You just haven’t demanded my service yet.

Or, perhaps more accurately, you haven’t started supporting my business yet.

As a father of two, I take on different jobs to support my family. Relying solely on a monthly salary has become increasingly difficult because there is always something that needs to be paid for—food, housing, bills, education and the everyday needs of a family.

That is why I decided to invest in myself.

Last year, I took a copywriting course and achieved excellent results. Since then, I have continued writing articles and sharing my work on social media, particularly Facebook.

I also created my personal blog, UntoldRealities.com, where I publish my writing about family, fatherhood, work, relationships and the everyday realities of life.

And I have ventured into content creation through Take Note Dad on Facebook and YouTube, where I share family-oriented content focused on fatherhood, love, presence, provision, guidance and raising children with care.

So far, neither platform has earned me a cent.

But that hasn’t stopped me.

I’ve invested time, energy and money into learning, creating and building these platforms. Sometimes I wonder whether the effort will eventually pay off.

Then I remind myself why I started.

I believe the future can be brighter.

I am a certified copywriter, having completed a QLS Level 4 qualification with the College of Media and Publishing in the United Kingdom.

My training covered areas including:

  • Copywriting basics, tools and applications
  • Copy presentation
  • Storytelling
  • Research
  • Copywriting terminology and industry practice
  • Writing effective copy and content
  • Headlines and effective headings
  • Direct mail
  • Email marketing
  • Press releases
  • Leaflets and brochures
  • SEO articles and web content
  • Social media writing
  • Blog posts
  • Newsletters
  • Thought-leadership articles

I haven’t received many opportunities to offer these services professionally yet, partly because I haven’t done enough to publicly announce that I am available for work.

But I am ready.

If you need someone to write an article, blog post, social media content, email, newsletter, website copy or other forms of written content, I would love the opportunity to work with you.

My other project, Take Note Dad, focuses on something very close to my heart: fatherhood.

I write about being present for your children, providing for them, guiding them, loving them and understanding the things fathers sometimes struggle to say.

My blog, UntoldRealities.com, explores the wider realities of everyday life—the stories people experience but don’t always talk about.

So, if you ask me again:

“If you could start a new business right now, what would it be?”

My answer remains simple:

I wouldn’t start from zero.

I would build on what I have already started.

I already have the skills.

I already have the platforms.

I already have the passion.

I already have the stories.

What I need now is opportunity.

Perhaps one day, you will read my work, recognise what I can do, and decide to hire me, recommend me, collaborate with me or simply share my work with someone who needs it.

Until then, I’ll keep writing.

Because sometimes a business doesn’t begin when you make your first sale.

Sometimes, it begins when you decide to believe in what you can offer—even before anyone else does.

Nobody Warns You About the Loneliness of Starting Again

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I may have lost a lot.But I haven’t lost the reason I’m fighting.

It was late evening.

Having been indoors throughout the day, I decided to step outside for some fresh air.

Here in Madrid, the atmosphere can be refreshing even when the weather is warm. I guess that is one of the reasons Spain is one of the most visited countries in Europe.I love Spain. It’s obvious.

I have lived in different European capitals, experienced different atmospheres and cultures, and perhaps that has given me a unique perspective on the places I have called home.

Close to my house are several parks where people living nearby relax after work and on weekends.

So I decided to walk a little further from home.

I eventually found myself near an area where children were playing while their parents and guardians watched them.And suddenly, I was somewhere else.I was back in London.On a normal day, I would take a walk to the park with my younger daughter.She loves the swings.

“Daddy, higher!”

I can still hear her saying it, pressing me to push harder as the swing moved higher and higher.

Then her older sister would take her turn.

Those moments were ordinary and I never thought much about them.But standing there in Madrid, thousands of miles away, watching other children play while their parents enjoyed the evening with them, those memories came rushing back.

I felt lonely.Not because there was nobody around me.There were people everywhere.

Children were laughing and Parents were talking.

The park was alive; Yet somehow, I felt completely alone.

I guess nobody warned me about the loneliness of starting again.

I have been a lone person for most of my life.

And in many ways, that helped me understand myself.I learned to enjoy solitude.

I became comfortable with silence, deep thought and my own company. Being introverted, independent and proactive, I never imagined that one day my heart could be so affected by the absence of other people.

Then I had children.

They say children can change even the strongest man.I believe it now.

Before my children, being alone was a choice.

After my children, being alone became something completely different.

On days when we didn’t go to the park, we would sometimes set a table in our backyard though It was a small space.There was only a table and two chairs,But somehow, we made it work.

We enjoyed each other’s company as much as we could.

That small backyard felt bigger than the largest park when my children were there.

Now I can sit in a much larger park.

There are tables as well as benches.

There are people everywhere.And still, I feel lonely.

Because circumstances have a strange way of changing your definition of what you need.

I used to think I needed space but now I realise I needed them.One thing about circumstances is that they are never constant.

I have always believed that being able to foresee and prepare for what might happen is a kind of superpower.Unfortunately, I didn’t see this coming.Things changed so quickly.

One moment, life seemed to be moving forward.

Then everything started falling apart.I lost my job.

A week later, my wife lost hers.Then came the worst news.

Our visa was cancelled, and we were asked to leave the country.Then we were scammed.

Not once but Twice.

Within a relatively short period, the life we thought we were building became something we could barely recognise.I lost what I had.

We were in debt and broke.

And suddenly, starting again wasn’t a choice between several comfortable options.

It became the only option I could see.

Relocating without my family to search for solutions was not something I wanted.

Leaving my wife and my children behind without the stability I had hoped to provide was painful.

And it was not always understood by everyone around us.But sometimes life puts you in situations where there are no perfect decisions.

There are only difficult ones. So I left.

I came to start again from almost nothing.

But as painful as losing a job, money, possessions and stability was, none of those losses compared to one thing.

The separation from my family.

Especially my young daughters.That is the part nobody prepared me for.

Nobody told me that starting again could mean sitting alone in a beautiful park and feeling the absence of the people you love most.

Nobody told me that seeing another father push his daughter on a swing could make you miss your own children.

Nobody told me that the smallest memories could become the heaviest things you carry.

I came here to rebuild. To find a way forward.

To create stability and give my family another chance.But rebuilding is not always exciting.

Sometimes rebuilding looks like loneliness

And walking alone.

Sometimes it means watching other families enjoy the moments you wish you were experiencing with your own.

And sometimes, starting again means carrying your memories with you while hoping that one day you will return to the life you had to leave behind.

Nobody warns you about the pain and loneliness of starting again.

But perhaps there is another side to it.

Starting again also means there is still something to build. There is still hope.

There is still tomorrow. And as I walked home from that park, I reminded myself:

I may have lost a lot.But I haven’t lost the reason I’m fighting.

My family.

And until the day we are together again, I will keep walking.Keep rebuilding.Keep believing.

Because sometimes the loneliest chapter of your life is simply the chapter before everything begins to change.

The Moments You Never Knew Were the Last

The ordinary moments with your children that you don’t realize you’ll miss one day.

Lying on my bed, rolling from side to side, I found myself thinking about my life and the circumstances that led me here.

But there was something else on my mind — a question about how to tell this story in a way that speaks directly to you, especially if you are millions of miles away from your family, your home, and your children.

The truth is, making decisions can be easy. Living with the consequences is not.

Even decisions made in good faith can carry consequences that take a much tougher route than we ever imagined.

As I rolled from one side of the bed to the other, I realized something. Nobody was banging on my bedroom door or sneaking in to check on me. Nobody was disturbing my sleep.

Normally, that would have felt like an intrusion, and I might have reacted differently.

“Close the door!” “Who is that?” “You girls need to let me sleep!”

But now? I miss it.

Since my recent absence from my family — especially my children — I’ve realized that the seemingly insignificant moments I once shared with them have become some of the things I wish for most.

I recently had my launch. It was swift and far less stressful than it would have been with my children around. But even then, something was missing. Had I been with my kids, they probably would have been buzzing around me while I tried to eat. They would want to eat with me. They would want me to feed them.

I might have complained and told them to let me eat in peace. But honestly, I enjoyed it — even when I pretended I didn’t.

The food somehow tastes better when you’re eating with the people you love most. It isn’t always about how the food was prepared. Sometimes the company is the ingredient that makes it special.

I’ve also been on leave for the past few days for health reasons. You’d think having free time would be relaxing, but I’ve realized that free time isn’t necessarily free.

I study. I create content. I write. I read. I publish articles. And I keep thinking about my work.

Yet even with all of that to occupy me, something is still missing.

Life with my family is completely different. There are school runs. Taking my children to school. Picking them up when my wife isn’t available. Preparing their lunch. Watching them jump around the house while I’m trying to get things done.

Sometimes their noise got on my nerves. Sometimes I just wanted five minutes of peace. But those moments were telling me something I didn’t fully understand at the time:

You are a dad. A parent. Fully.

The love we mistook for disturbance

I loved my family deeply, but I never truly understood the meaning behind all those little commotions. I saw the noise, the interruptions, the mess, the stress. What I didn’t always see was the memory being made.

Now I do.

Lying on my bed, rolling from side to side, there is no one jumping on it. No one sitting on my back. No little voices demanding my attention. No one squeezing me in beside at night until I feel like a sardine in a can — even when there’s an entire empty bed available to them.

Those were the moments I sometimes found stressful. Now they’re the moments I wish I could have back.

The love I once mistook for disturbance has become a memory I hold onto. The small, unremarkable experiences that barely caught my attention at the time are now some of the most valuable things stored in my mind.

And perhaps this is one of the hardest truths about life: we don’t always know when an ordinary moment is about to become a memory.

The last time your child jumps on your bed. The last time they ask you to feed them. The last time they run to you after school. The last time they interrupt your sleep. The last time they ask you to carry them.

You may not know it’s the last time. You simply live the moment, and then life changes. Distance happens. Children grow. Circumstances change. And suddenly, the things you once wished would stop become the things you desperately wish would happen again.

Maybe that’s why being away from my family has taught me to appreciate the ordinary. I don’t miss the extraordinary as much as I miss the everyday.

I miss the noise, the interruptions, even their little arguments. I miss being asked to do things I sometimes pretended were inconvenient. I miss being a dad in the fullest sense of the word.

For now, my solitude rests in our good memories and the hope of a better future. I don’t know how long this distance will last.

But I know one thing: when the day comes that we are together again, I want to appreciate the moments I once overlooked — to hear the noise, to be disturbed, to complain about the interruptions and secretly enjoy every second of them.

Because now I understand something I didn’t understand before: sometimes the moments we wish would end are the very moments we will spend the rest of our lives wishing we could relive.

And I cannot wait to share more of those memories with you.

I Thought Hard Work Would Solve Everything

Until my body started telling me otherwise!

My head was spinning as I fought to stay focused, careful not to let anyone see what was really going on with me. I hauled twenty-kilogram boxes off a roller that flowed like an unending river, responsible for sorting and placing not one but four or more destinations correctly. At logistics, we build pallet castles, box after box — this is not a lazy man’s job.

I had worked nonstop for four years, taking only the occasional weekend shift off.

Until recently, I believed I could manage everything alone. It started with a slight fever and headache — symptoms I assumed would pass in a few days. I was wrong, but I carried on working anyway.

Here’s the thing about working as a parent with young children, without savings or a side business, especially when you’re not directly employed: missing a single day feels impossible. With so many people looking for work, you could be replaced within the hour, no matter how hard you’d worked. So I kept going, sick as I was.

Eclipse of the sun, could be of your health!

Eventually it became undeniable. The dizziness and fog in my head grew so severe they blurred my vision. I struggled to think clearly, but I kept working anyway. I couldn’t get to the hospital after a shift — too exhausted, too little time — and I caught myself looking at my own reflection with pity, a feeling I’ve never been able to stand.

I worked from sunset to sunrise, through summer and winter, in sickness and in health, and still the pay barely covered the basics. It’s never a child’s fault that their parent falls ill, and it’s harder still to explain that to a wife and children a million miles away. When your kids are hungry, they have to eat — and being sick is no excuse for them to go without. So you’re told: work hard.

Most parents spend the better part of their lives working to provide, missing their children’s most precious moments, only to realize too late that hard work alone doesn’t solve everything — it can quietly rob you of the joy of parenthood. Fortunately, I’m not too old to have learned that now. So I kept working, but I started paying closer attention.

When my health kept declining, I finally went straight to my doctor instead of collapsing into sleep after a morning shift. She wasn’t pleased with what she found and, after running some tests, ordered a week of rest at home. I followed her instructions, mostly, seeking the emergency care she recommended and taking the medication she prescribed. But against her warning — and against my own better judgment — I went back to work the very next evening. My contract was about to expire, and I was determined to get it renewed. If I didn’t, how would I send my family what they needed to get by?

That final shift, the one I was supposed to spend at home recovering, turned out to be one of the worst decisions I’ve made recently. I felt miserable, in and out of clarity, and for the first time I was truly frightened — regretting that I hadn’t listened to my body, my doctor, or the quiet warnings I’d chosen to ignore. And on the last day of that contract, despite everything I’d given, my supervisor informed me it would not be renewed.

I went home feeling neither happy nor sad, just thinking about my children and their welfare in the months ahead — knowing I’d be out of work exactly when I needed the rest my doctor had advised, if I was ever going to keep providing for them.

What I’ve learned from all this: as a parent, taking care of your health matters. Listen when your body asks for rest, and when your doctor tells you something important. It’s wiser to work smart and build something — a side income, a cushion — that supports you beyond your labor. Hard work alone does not make life easy.

I thought working hard would solve everything!

Then my body started telling me otherwise!

My head was spinning as I struggled to stay focused on my task and not let anyone else know what was going on with me . Carrying a 20kg box I picked from the roller, which flows like an unending river, and I am in charge of not just one, but four if not more,all need to be sorted and place rightly for different locations . At logistics we build pallet castles with boxes one after another ; this is not a lazy man’s job.

I’ve worked nonstop for the past four years, with the exception of weekends, when I occasionally took shifts.

Up until recently, I believed that I could manage everything on my own.

It began with a slight fever and headache, which I assumed were common symptoms that would go away in a few days, but I was mistaken. I carried on with my work.

It’s interesting to know that ;Without savings or a side business, it is difficult to miss a day of work as a parent with young children , especially if you are not directly employed  . Also, given the number of people looking for work, it would not take an hour to be replaced, no matter how hard you worked, so I continued to work despite my illness.

At this point, it was clear that my health had deteriorated because the dizziness and fog in my head were so severe that they impair my vision,. I had trouble studying, but I kept working anyways.the fact that 

I could not go to the hospital. ; after work due to fatigue and tight schedule made me look at my self pitifully which I never liked.

Despite working from sunset to sunrise, summer to winter, in good health or bad, the salary barely  cover basic expenses.

It’s never the children’s fault that you’re sick; and even more difficult to explain to your family (wife) that  lives a million miles apart. When  your kids are hungry, they must eat. And being sick is no excuse for them to go hungry. So you must work hard they say!

Most parents spend the majority of their lives working, trying to provide for the family even missing the most memorable moments of their children only to find out too late that working hard doesn’t solve everything, instead it ruins the joy of parenthood.luckily i am that old old. So I continued working.

Eclipse of the sun, could be of the health!

But as my health deteriorated, I decided to go straight to my doctor instead of sleeping when I got home one morning. She was not happy with the condition of my health and suggested that I spend a week at home after some analysis . With the exception of a few things, I followed the instructions of the doctor to seek emergency care and was prescribed a ton of medication. Then, despite the doctor’s warning and my poor health, I returned to work the next evening because my contract was about to expire and I was trying my hardest to get it renewed. If not how will I send my family the token for their upkeep?. But after the my last day of the shift of which I was supposed to stay home;.

I realized it was one of my worst recent mistakes because, I felt miserable, in and out that I became scared and regretted not heeding to warnings by my body, Doctor and God.However on the last day of my contract despite being hard working and all the struggles I was informed that my contract will not be renewed by the overall jefe. I went home not happy and not sad, but thinking on my kids and family welfare the rest of the months.knowing that I will be out of  work even though I needed the rest as advised by the doctor if I am to keep getting their upkeep in the future,

From my experience, As a parent it’s important to take care of your health and heed to the signs of your body when it asks for rest and also the advice of your doctor when necessary. it is preferable to work wisely and have a side business that supports you. Life is not made easy by hard work alone.

What my children have taught me about life.

the reason behind my parents happiness in midst of challenges.

The state of being alive and having the quality that distinguishes living organisms from dead objects is Life. However, there is more to living than the above definition. Before becoming a father, I was fortunate to come from a large family with a strong bond; our parents were not wealthy, but they never lacked love and concern for their kids. I was extremely close to my father, to the point where I was said to be his favorite.

Every time we got together, whether it was for a meal, after a meal, farm work, or casual conversations, I could still see the joy on my parents’ faces. However, I never really understood the reason for their happiness because, at the time, the majority of my siblings and I had less of everything we needed than kidsl. However, our love was greater.

*What I’ve learned about life from my kids*

Adolescence is a time of many opportunities and challenges; family members, particularly parents and siblings, were the focus of affection before friends. And I was not an exception. Go read ( *if you people are okay; I am okay) on my official Facebook page to gain a better understanding. to the main points of this article.

I was strong , with little connection to anyone, carefree and strong-hearted; nothing get to me emotionally except my parents . But I was fine, not bad. With no serious responsibilities, I lived my life without emotions, only for my parents’ voices, which soothed me and warmed their hearts.

*What my kids have taught me about life.*

The real reason behind my happiness in …

Like others who went from zero to hero, I was fortunate and led a modest but quiet life. With the exception of being grateful to my parents and siblings, which comes without entitlement, I take adequate care of myself and made sure my wardrobe were up to date.

As I write this piece, I had a flash back of my early school years; I see my parents wearing the same clothes even when they were supposed to be thrown away, but I didn’t understand why until recently. Love is a sacrifice. As my self I couldn’t believe I have worn same clothes for the past three years . There is more to life than its mere definition. What children taught me about life?

I address my lovely daughters by their pet names.

*Booboo *Omalicha*, and I always noticed tone they answer, filled with love and affection.the  type that nourishes my heart and makes me a proud father just like that of my parents’.

I’ve only known true love from my parents, siblings, and children, but since becoming a father my children rule my heart as much as we ruled our parents’ hearts.

My most memorable times in life have been spent with them and my parents.

I’ve missed them a lot, but I know the quest that took me away was necessary for their own good. My father has always said that if we are okay, he is okay. My children has taught me the reason behind my parents happiness in midst of challenges.