What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
having confidence in myself.
I’ve developed resilience and learnt to trust my instincts over the years. being despised by friends and family has been my pillar of support. People never had faith in me when I was a child; I was constantly criticised and chastised. I never felt like enough, and nothing I tried to accomplish ever worked. Even I was not proud of my skills, so I don’t hold it against those who have thrown stones at me in the past. However, I never gave up hope—instead, I think I can always get better. I trusted my gut, believed in my abilities, and set my mind on Stone. Every insult and piece of stone I was given served as the foundation for my journey to success.
Having put the kids to bed with good-night kisses. I Sat down alone in the living room with no one to talk or play with. My only companions are the TV and phone, objects with I couldn’t have a conversation.. on the TV is a program *love is blind* it has been One of my favourite TV programs I enjoy because it portrays the inner beauty of love. People fall in love without knowing what their partner looks like.
But here I am alone in the house. Its cold and quiet with no one to talk to, and its still early for bed.
This is not my first night alone with the kids, but it feels different in the sense that the energy is not the same as when my partner is home. Then imagine myself in her shoes. She has been the one all night with the kids, as I am always at work. So also all the years I have not been around. Is this how she feels sometimes? I ask myself. I wish she was around even if we didn’t talk; her presence alone could warm up the atmosphere add cosiness and make the house complete. Before the kids went to bed, we studied, had fun and it was good. But now that they are asleep, it feels different.
To decompress and release some of the tension I was feeling from being alone, I picked up my phone and made a video call with my spouse. It helped, but shortly after the conversation, the strange emotions returned. My mind began to wonder what it takes to be a single parent with kids. It feels weird because my spouse was on a night shift, and all of a sudden the house doesn’t feel the same anymore. Then I ask! again Is this how it feels to be a single parent? .
Does it feel like this when one parent is away from home?
It may not feel familiar to you as a parent until you find yourself the only one with the children at home. Before deciding to go away for an extended period of time, we should all consider the needs of our partners and children.Takenotedad
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.
Ritually Disconnected
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.
A few hours before midnight, 9 p.m. To be precise, my spouse returned from work; it’s Saturday, one of my days off. I’ve been with the children, relishing in the fatherhood that was destined for me. Good evening, babe,” she said. Welcome, I answered. My oldest daughter, who was tired of spending the entire day with me, ran to hug her. While the youngest daughter cuddled up under a blanket sleeping, Winter has taken a toll on her as she falls asleep often.
My spouse quickly went to the fridge to get herself some food as the kids and I were finishing our meal.
Spouse, “Ah, Babe, the jellof rice is finished.” Yes, the final one is with the kids. I apologise as I responded. Meanwhile, we could all tell that Akuoma was up and making her way down to join us.
Me: “Booboo, are you awake? Akuma uhu, she said, ( uhu.. her responses for yes), and she ran cuddling her mother before we all took a seat in the living room.
I had just completed watching a match between Everton and Newcastle on the TV.Alright, time for a shower. Said their mom As she and the kids headed to the bathroom. After bathing and all dressed in their nightwear.Their mother remarked, “Baby, let’s finish the movie from yesterday.”
Chimara, do you mean despicable?, mommy? Indeed, their mother replied.
Hurrey answered chimara and chizzy at the same time.
I gave her the TV remote, so I know I no longer have control over it.
Already, it was nightfall on Netflix. Sweetie “Will you eat popcorn?” She enquired again . Yes, the kids and I both gave the same response.
She got up right away and went to the kitchen, coming back a little while later with a bowl of popcorn. We all watch and eat the popcorn together. After a few minutes of the movie, the kids went to sleep and were put to bed, and my partner and I sat back to talk about our days. I’m exhausted, babe. Will shortly head to bed. Says she. Okay, I said, taking back control of the remote to turn the TV back to the sports channel. Now she was curled up on the couch with a blanket over her, and I made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen before turning in for the night. It’s already 11 p.m. when I check the time, and I was already worn out. I take a time to reflect on the past and acknowledge how lovely this moment is. loving the little things like spending time with my family and appreciating the simple pleasures in life. Family truly is not only a gift but also a blessing.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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,
Being present in my children’s life is my top objective for tomorrow.
No amount of regret will make time spent foolishly disappear
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
the untold Realities 