What is your favorite hobby or pastime?

My pastime is considered holy ritual.

It’s quite unimaginable how I rarely engage in my pastime as to my hubby. Because I seldomly have free time to practice what I love. (Hubby) I love writing as well as reading. I can engage in writing while busy but rarely read while busy. Most of my works were carried out during my work hour and edited on my breaktime. It’s terrible that lots of people have pastime yet fail to do what they love. Anyway, life happens to us differently. My ideal pastime is considered holy ritual, which I always look forward to. And whenever it presents itself, it saturiates my soul due to its usefulness. 

My perfect pastime/hobby requires a serene and appropriate environment because I enjoy peace and quietness together with soft country music in the background.first reminisce on my life’s ups and downs, dreams come true, and lessons learnt through failures. Switch myself into a still mode, and then write whatever comes to mind. When not writing, I am reading because these acts reinvigorate my spirit and alight my soul, reminding it of his powers as well as its victories. Also equip me with energy for the task ahead. reasons my ideal pastime is considered holy ritual.

What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?

One decision that still haunts me is changing my mind about my schooling. ..

I quickly relocated to the city in order to avoid the influence of my parents and to be accepted into a university. I wanted to get a degree in economics from one of the best universities in the country because as  I was the smartest one among my siblings. I was and still am grateful for the help my parents provided, even though it was regrettably insufficient. I took part in a lot of pre-university admission exams, but because my scores were slightly not enough and there was no one to solicit for me, I was unable to get into universities. 

Time did not appear to be on my side. The third year has finally passed. I was unhappy with myself and the lack of support except for that of  my parents, I continued to try.Even though I was more clever than most of my high school buddies and mates, they gained admission into universities before me, which further perplexed me in my current circumstance. I was still reliant on my older siblings in the city, though, for clothing, food, and accommodations, and they were growing weary of seeing me as a dependent adult rather than as someone who was doing it for the sake of admissions into university. I was relieved when I chose to enrol in an accounting diploma program, but I had to withdraw out of school before my final year exam due to unforeseen financial and academic problems. That’s when I changed my mind to stop my schooling quest a decision that hunts me to date.

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

The day I vowed to never use marijuana again

Like every weekend Friday and Saturday after work or school, it was just another typical evening trip with friends in my neighbourhood. All of the young male teenagers in our neighbourhood get together here to talk about the experiences and goings-on in and around Our Street. I’m well-known because of my exceptional personality, appearance, and behaviour. Almost everyone on our street notices me, and I’m liked by all of my friends. With claims of having experience in relationships, clubbing, sex, fighting, or smoking, I always agreed to some of the subjects and issues mentioned in order to avoid demeaning myself or the class I was rated for. Well, to be honest, I knew very little about most of them.

My best friend contacted me on this fateful day, telling me to hurry to the location where a party was being held and everyone else was there but me. I didn’t know what was going on. I hastily drop my luggage and head towards the location. only to be met by raucous applause, boisterous music, and the aroma of marijuana. I kept my composure and made small talk with everyone before being given a bottle of beer and a rap. I had only ever used alcohol and cigarettes before, not marijuana, so I wasn’t sure what to do. I also couldn’t turn down their offer or withdraw since I would lose their respect. I interpreted.

It presented a challenge to me. first drag of the splif. Nothing happened, and I was at ease. Believing I could get it off It wasn’t until my third drag of the splif that I discovered my beer was almost gone. At that point, I started to feel strange and horrible. People and ground began to move strangly in zombie-like fashion. My inability to comprehend the language, together with my lack of awareness of my surroundings, made me feel out of place and uncomfortable. I was deep in my own imagination. My pulse rate increased as I struggled to stop my thoughts from spinning out of control. I prayed to God, promising never to smoke again if he saved me a promise I would never keep hitherto, as i did not only feel out of place that day but through out the entire week.

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Unheared cries of a Dying passion

Even if I’m not a computer nerd, it’s clear that I can’t go a day without using devices connected to computers. One cannot be inaccurate to assert that computers have helped enormously to the growth of human society in general. It will be unthinkably lost and static without computers. I will rarely be heard because I find it hard to socialise as an introvert. 

Since I cherish my alone more, not that I don’t appreciate social interaction. Prior to now, I have shared how I lost my early work materials as a result of improper storage, budgetary limits, and unexposure to computer gadgets, as indicated in my work titled **Unheared Cries of a Dying Passion*.

Which I will urge you to read in your free time.

However, with computers, I am able to compose and store my works on my phone, laptop, Facebook, and WordPress, unlike in the past when it was challenging to evaluate and store. Thanks to computers and the devices that go with them. I worked on a lot of articles and lost them all; without proper support and encouragement, my chances of becoming a good writer were rapidly dwindling.

Beggars would certainly ride if wishes were horses; yet, my hope materialised. The instant I discovered online platforms that enabled me to write, store, preserve, and share my works—regardless of how awful they were—while keeping an open mind to feedback, direction, and assistance. Thus, my passion has been reinvigorated by your reading liking and sharing, which I owe to WordPress, Jetpack, and computers and their related gadgets. My life would have been that of Unheared cries of a dying passion.

What skill would you like to learn?

Copywriting .

writing with the intention of raising awareness and eventually influencing an individual or group of individuals to take action. same for public relations and marketing. Considering how passionate I am about writing, I would love to learn this craft. I have made numerous attempts to enrol but have been sadly hindered by my inability to finance it because I could not afford the installment payment or the mandatory deposit of 1350 pounds. Anyone who is willing to support me financially would be very appreciated, as it would enable me to continue with this study. However, I am optimistic that I will enrol in and receive the certificate for the aforementioned course soon. Since it will enable me to support myself and make a living,

What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

Being present in my children’s life is my top objective for tomorrow. 

Life is a series of repetitive processes, with the exception of time.I have many things I want to do with myself tomorrow if circumstances permit because I know 

There is no amount of regret that will bring time spent unwisely back.  I then ask myself, How can I make the most of my time going forward?  Being unable to live my life the way I had envisioned or desired at my age doesn’t bring me much happiness, I am not alone in this because no one has. However, I am happy that I have the ability to write right the wrong of yesterday by making sure that a major part of my remaining life is spent wisely.

My priority tomorrow is to be in my children’s lives and impact on them positively as much as possible, and my first means of achieving that is by staying alive and healthy. I am also of the belief that scale of preference in satisfaction of our needs is the most, if not the best, way in solving them. Our time is our most precious and valuable asset, gift, and opportunity; though it repeats itself but it never does repeat itself. Let us use our time wisely because no amount of regret will make time spent foolishly disappear 

In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

Fulfilment depends on the goals it seeks to  achieve.

My sense of satisfaction from a task well done is contingent upon achieving its goal. Some energy-intensive jobs broke me instead of making me feel completely satisfied. In addition, a great deal of them left me feeling beyond fulfilled. When I find the goal of a task more enticing than the energy required to do it, I have a personal predisposition to work hard and diligently in order to achieve a successful output. I feel satisfied when an activity, job, or piece of work achieves its original goal.

My siblings and I assisted our dad in farming when we were little. Our parents would wake us up very early in the morning so that we may go to the

The satisfaction stemmed from knowing that I had finished a task assigned to me and assisted my parents with an errand, thus the effort required was equal to or less than the desired result.

But when I weigh the amount of effort I currently put into my work against its goal and its results, I feel unfulfilled. With two young daughters, my partner and I are trying our best to raise them as best we can. Because of the high energy and health dangers associated with my warehouse job, I took it on to support my family. Every day and every month, I come to feel broken and unfulfilled because of the salary

because there is little to no leftover money from the pay cheque after paying the rent. My rent alone is £1400–1450 a month, even with an income of 1800–1900 pounds.

I have a monthly council tax of 150 pounds. Even with my spouse’s assistance, we still struggle to make ends meet because we all have water and electricity bills, children’s school fees, food expenses, clothing expenses, and prescription costs, on top of my earnings. 

As a result, every day after putting in long hours of work, I feel empty and shattered rather than fulfilled since the energy I put into my profession does not match or accomplish its goal, which is to support my family. 

The reasoning for my initial  assertion that the accomplishment of a sense of fulfilment following a challenging task depends on the goals it seeks to achieve.

When hard work does not equate to high pay. The workers bear the brunt.