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.
I couldn’t sleep, so I woke up long before my alarm.
My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to rest. The past few months have taken a toll on me, and I can feel the effect it has had on my health.
Recently, my contract with Correo Express was terminated because, after working continuously for six months as a temporary employee, I reached the period when I was required to stop working and take time away from the job.
A few days before that happened, I had gone to the hospital because I wasn’t feeling well. I was sent to the emergency room, where I received an injection, had tests done, and was prescribed medication. I was even advised to stay at home for four days.
But I went back to work despite my weakness.
Why?
Because I wanted my contract to be renewed.
Because I have a family depending on me.
Because sometimes, when you are responsible for other people, you don’t feel like you have the luxury of simply stopping.
Why am I telling you all of this?
Love ❤️ means sacrifice!
Because at that point, I had almost nothing left.
There was little food at home. There was no money in my bank account. My family in the UK was struggling, depending largely on the mercy and support of my in-laws.
The only tangible support I had been able to provide was a small monthly food allowance, and I knew it wasn’t enough.
I had made the drastic decision to leave my family behind because I believed that if I worked hard enough, I could build a better future for all of us.But sometimes, the road to that future takes you through places you never imagined.
And sometimes, you have to fight battles you never expected to fight.
I worried constantly about my wife, my children, our relationship, and everything happening back home. The distance was already putting pressure on our family, and the uncertainty surrounding our situation made everything even harder.
Yet I kept telling myself:
I have to keep going.
Through Jobandtalent, I was offered another position with CTT Express in San Fernando.
I received a one-month contract and was assigned a shift. It wasn’t going to be easy, especially after working nights at my previous job, but as a family man, I felt I had very few options.
I needed the money.I needed to work.
I needed to keep trying.So I got myself ready.
Despite the exhaustion and the uncertainty, I left home early enough to make sure I arrived at the company on time for my first shift.
I took the train, which stopped twice at Torrejón, and then I still had about a fifteen-minute walk from the station to where I lived. Since there was no public transport available to the industrial estate where the company was located that Sunday, the other employees I met at the stop and I had to take a taxi.
I arrived at the company, changed into my work clothes, and prepared myself to begin.
I thought I had finally found another opportunity.
Then everything changed.
A CTT employee arrived with a register and began calling people’s names.
One after another, people were called inside.
I waited.
After about twenty people had been called, I finally heard my name.
But instead of being told to join the others inside, I was instructed to go home along with four other people.
At first, I couldn’t understand what she meant.
I moved closer because I wanted to be certain I had heard correctly.
“Casa.”
Home.
I couldn’t believe it.I had signed a one-month contract.
I had been given a shift.I had travelled to the company.I had spent money getting there.
And now, without any prior notice or cancellation, I was being told to go home.
I asked why.The response was cold and simple: she was only doing her job and I should speak to the Jobandtalent employee who had offered me the position if I had a problem.
There was nothing she could do.
So I left.
Devastated.And I had to pay for another taxi to get home.
When I arrived, I immediately tried to contact Jobandtalent.I called their helpline repeatedly.
No answer.I sent a WhatsApp message.
No response.I sent an email.Still nothing.
And the hardest part is that this wasn’t the first time.
Last year, I experienced something similar when I started working at CTT in Coslada through Jobandtalent. I was also told to go home after arriving for work, and I had to pursue the matter until it was eventually resolved.
How many people are going through situations like this and simply have no voice?
How many workers travel long distances, spend money on transportation, rearrange their lives and make plans around a job, only to be sent home without warning?
Workers are human beings.
They have rent to pay.
They have children to feed.
They have families depending on them.
They have responsibilities.
They have fears.
And behind every temporary worker is a real person trying to build a life.
We often talk about economic growth, companies, productivity and employment figures.
But we shouldn’t forget the people who make those things possible.
Workers deserve dignity.They deserve communication.They deserve to know when a job has been cancelled before they spend their money travelling to work.
They deserve to be treated like human beings.
That morning, my headache became worse.
I was already carrying the weight of my family’s situation, the financial pressure, the uncertainty surrounding my work and the strain that the distance had placed on my relationship.
Now I had another problem.
How would I explain this to my family?
How would I provide even the small amount I normally send home this month?
How could I convince them that leaving them behind was part of a plan to build something better when I couldn’t even secure the work I needed to make that plan possible?
Sometimes I feel that nobody really understands what a man carries inside when he is trying to provide for his family.
People see you going to work.
They see you getting paid.
They assume you are fine.
They don’t see the sleepless nights.
They don’t see the fear.
They don’t see the calculations you make in your head every day.
They don’t see the phone calls you don’t know how to answer.
They don’t see the pressure of knowing that people you love are depending on you.
And perhaps that’s why society often tells men to simply “be strong.”
So you keep going.
You swallow the disappointment.You wipe your tears.You get up the next morning.And you try again.Today didn’t go according to plan.
The job didn’t go according to plan.
My finances aren’t where I want them to be.
My family is still far away.
And there are battles I never expected to fight.
But I have learned something through all of this:
Failure is not the same thing as the end.
Tomorrow, I will get up again.I will look for another opportunity.I will keep writing.I will keep working.
I will keep fighting for my family.
Because sometimes providing for your family means missing them.
Sometimes it means fighting battles nobody else knows about.
And sometimes it means falling down today and finding the strength to stand up again tomorrow.
I hardly ever look at the photo albums on my phone anymore because they make me cry. Yet sometimes, they appear unexpectedly, bringing back memories of my wonderful partner and our children.
Today, I finished making my jollof rice. I know how much they would have enjoyed it if we were together. But once again, I ate alone—not because I wanted to, but because I was hungry, while my heart was somewhere else, with them.
Nothing compares to the pain of being close to the people you love and yet being so far away from them—unable to reach them because of circumstances beyond your control.
I have always loved children, and I grew up in a family where love, togetherness, and parental presence mattered deeply, even when discipline was part of that love. So, when I made the decision to leave my family in the hope of giving them a better future, I knew I would miss them. What I didn’t fully understand was the cost of that distance.
I never really thought about what the separation would mean for my family—not just for me—until I found myself living it.
Sometimes the sacrifices isn’t just financial
The first few months were difficult for me. But sometimes I wonder if they were even harder for my family.
If I could have changed my mind, perhaps I would have. But at the time, circumstances didn’t give me much of a choice.
For nine months, no one has jumped onto my bed to wake me up or disturb my sleep.
For someone without children, that might sound like a blessing.
For a father, it can be heartbreaking.
I haven’t been taking the children to the park. I haven’t been sitting with them during our little learning sessions. I haven’t been there for the ordinary moments that once seemed so insignificant—moments I now realise were actually some of the most valuable parts of fatherhood.
This isn’t my first experience of being a distant father. But this time, something feels different.
After spending so much time together and building a bond stronger than I ever imagined, I have come to realise that the consequences of being a distant father can sometimes outweigh the purpose behind it.
Yes, I want to provide a better future for my family.
But what happens when, in trying to give your children a better future, you lose the present?
The years they are young cannot be repeated.
The birthdays cannot be replayed.
The spontaneous hugs cannot be stored for later.
The little questions, the laughter, the games, the bedtime conversations—all of those moments disappear into the past, whether we are there to witness them or not.
And that is the part nobody talks about when they say, “I’m doing it for my family.”
Sometimes the sacrifice isn’t just financial.
Sometimes, you are the sacrifice.
Still, the circumstances that pushed us into this decision should motivate us to keep fighting for a better future for our children. Providing for them matters. Giving them opportunities matters.
But I have learned that fatherhood is not only about the success our children eventually achieve.
It is also about having the privilege of witnessing them become who they are.
If I could go back in time, I would still want a better future for my family. But I would think much more carefully about the price I was willing to pay for it.
I would treasure our time together more deliberately. I would look for every possible way to improve our circumstances without sacrificing more of the moments that can never be recovered.
Because one day, the money may be earned.
The house may be bought.
The career may succeed.
But the childhood you missed will remain in the past.
So, whatever your circumstances are, before you choose a path that takes you away from your family, think about it—not once, not twice, but a thousand times.
Because sometimes, the greatest cost of providing a better future is missing the present.
I can’t remember the last time a movie made me cry. Perhaps it’s because I know the characters aren’t real. That doesn’t mean I underestimate the work of actors, writers, directors, or producers. As a writer and content creator myself, I understand the effort it takes to create a story that moves an audience.
But for me, movies remain stories I watch. Life is a story I live.
Life has its own movie scenes—moments I wish I could capture on film and replay whenever I need to remember what they felt like.
Before writing this, I was lying on my bed, wandering through memories, knowing that work was fast approaching. I hadn’t even prepared my dinner. I eventually got up, moved to the couch, and lay there with my hands over my head.
Real stories are lived❤️
The pressure was becoming overwhelming. I desperately needed something to distract my mind from the anxiety caused by everything that had brought me to this point. And somewhere in that silence, I think I shed a few tears.
Not because of a movie.
Because I was emotionally exhausted. Empty. Separated from my family under circumstances I never intended or wanted.
The decision to be away from my wife and children was made for a reason—for their good, for our future, and for the possibility of building something more sustainable for all of us. That purpose is what keeps me going, even when the cost of pursuing it feels painfully high.
It has been almost a year since I left, without knowing exactly when I will see them again.
Sometimes, memories of our life together replay in my mind—the laughter, the ordinary moments, the little things I once took for granted. And those memories carry an emotion no movie has ever been able to create in me.
Because some stories don’t need actors.
Some stories are lived.
And sometimes, reality writes the scenes that make us cry.
I just finished my Spanish lessons for the day, after another night when sleep refused to come. The night shift has changed my entire life system. Even after a rigorous workout, I can still find myself lying in bed, turning from left to right, hoping for just a few hours of rest.
And then comes uncertainty.
I can barely remember a time when my future felt certain rather than constantly suspended in questions. What happens next? Will things work out? Did I make the right decision?
Gracias profesora por toda tu ayuda
I used to believe that the future is what you make of it today. I still believe in taking action, making plans, and preparing for tomorrow. But I have also learned that uncertainty exists regardless of how carefully we plan.
How we deal with it may be the real superpower.
I am not always good under pressure. Sometimes, when reality doesn’t match my plans, I lose myself in my thoughts. I question my decisions, ask, “Why me?”, and replay everything that went wrong.
But eventually, I reflect, learn, adjust, and continue.
Perhaps every uncertainty carries a hidden message—an invitation to become a stronger, wiser version of ourselves.
Yesterday, I went to fitness hoping it would help me sleep. It didn’t. I returned to my studies anyway, carrying the exhaustion and uncertainty with me.
Maybe that’s life: not knowing what comes next, but choosing to keep moving anyway.
How do you handle yourself when life becomes uncertain?
What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?
Proof may not be necessary for faith, but that doesn’t make evidence useless.
We don’t need evidence to believe in God, but humanity will be restored with a small deed of kindness!
Strong trust or unwavering belief in someone or something, frequently without the need for evidence, can be characterised as faith. It can entail having faith in God or a particular religion, having faith in someone, etc. I could only relate to the latter, not the former, in terms of my forty years on this earth and my life experiences! However, life frequently depicts humanity in its best form, regardless of the negative experiences one has with loved ones and those we cherish. I think there are still good people in the world.
On the kindness pathway …
It was rush hour on my way to work this evening, and the train station was crowded with passengers boarding and deboarding at every stop. My journey took more than an hour; to avoid being late, I’d rather arrive an hour earlier. However, as the train came to a halt at our second stop, people rushed to board in order to secure a seat. I noticed someone on their knees, struggling to get in, as people of all ages passed by. I was eager to capture what it was until a passenger ran toward the door and helped an elderly woman in her mid-80s get into the train and sit down. I was moved by the male passenger’s gestures toward the woman he had never met before.
Little things in life make a big difference if we can all be compassionate.
Nonetheless, I was stranded on my way home from work earlier this year because I had run out of bus tickets; in other words, I had to buy a 3€ ticket in order to get home, which is an hour’s fast drive from my station. I only discovered my card wasn’t working when I tried to clock in. Tired, stranded, and stressed
After working for eight hours straight, all I wanted to do was go home and rest. I tried explaining to the driver for consideration but was unsuccessful, and it was 4:30 a.m. As I was about to leave the bus, a male passenger approached me and offered to pay for my ticket. I was overjoyed at his kindness and mercy toward me. A stranger watching out for another stranger (me). On rare occasions, strangers’ acts of kindness have restored my faith in humanity through small gestures that melt my heart more than gold and silver. Proof may not be necessary for faith, but a little act of kindness is pathway to restore faith in humanity .
If your future self could send you one sentence, what do you hope it would say?
Make Good Use of Your pain
Breathing heavily as I ran to catch my bus, which has irregular schedules, I had just finished my night shift, and it was 3 a.m., having worked for a straight eight hours, but because I desired to get home as soon as possible, I had to sprint the mountain pathway to get my bus, which normally is a twenty-one-minute walk.
Finally I reached the bus station and realized that I had not checked my phone for the past eight hours, picking it up I saw a message from yahoo mail ,July statistics for untold realities I decided to click on it, tho before now I had decided to revisit or better say restart my blog which was hesitantly abandoned because of circumstances beyond..which will definitely come to lime light as we progress.
What single sentence could my future self send me? The heading caught my eye and my thoughts and ignited the flames to my writing prowess and announced my return to Untold realities.com. This was the first time I saw a question of phrase type and I couldn’t let it go
Be on time …or Race against time
Luckily for me the bus came a minute after I got to the station , so I quickly clocked in and sat down as the air conditioning pelted my tense skin. The sprinting was not in vain, still I have two hours and two more buses to catch before I get home. Writing while on public bus is not new to me, as it moves and swings my mind delved deeper into my future self and the sentence they would have said to me today.
Everyone goes through rough patches in life, but few make use of the pain for a better future… I work, study, pray, and even cry sometimes remembering where I have been, what I had, and what I am missing, but … the future I am fighting for at the moment is one not without struggle but one with greater and better experiences than the past for me and my family, especially my two lovely daughters. Hence, I believe the words from my future self today would be, “Thank you for making good use of your pain in making today better. Thank you for believing and not giving up.”
However I just got off my second bus and looking at the time as I conclude this writing, it’s 04:22 in the morning Tuesday 11 ,2026 I believe a day will come I will come back to this post to appreciate life for a dream come true, Knowing that if I may run in the future after work, it would be for myself (company) with my expensive car. Make good use of your pain .
Life teaches us things both directly and indirectly, and it is our responsibility to apply the knowledge we have learned at the time to the situation or individual.
A teacher, also known as an educator, is a professional who works in educational settings to create and carry out instructional strategies in order to assist students in gaining knowledge, competence, or virtue. They are essential for promoting learning and intellectual development. Early childhood, elementary, and secondary education are just a few of the levels at which teachers can work. However, learning is an ongoing process that is not exclusive to humans and continues until the end of life.
It was fascinating to grow up; I wanted something special as a kid. I was bold, inquisitive, and willing to learn, but even though I prioritized learning, life has hidden agendas.
However, a teacher in my early secondary school years stood out not because of his subject (introtech), which is primarily drawing and cannot be compared to other subjects like English, and literature,which I preferred and paid more attention in my early secondary years.
which contributed towards my ability to write this piece for you today.
We all learn and understand differently but some teachings can only be understood uniformly. Every teacher has a different method of imparting knowledge, and it is our responsibility to interpret meaning in order to comprehend it.
*Better have it and not need it!*
The most fascinating aspect of education is that, when properly assimilated, it greatly influences our future, knowledge, and way of thinking. Furthermore, it is not limited by time; depending on the situation surrounding its application, it may be used and requested decades after it was acquired or right away.
My introtech teacher, an elderly man in his late 60s who frequently deviates from his subjects to offer advice in parables, speaks calmly and directly to his students. He always guided his students, to understand that the future is partially, if not entirely, funded mentally by current behaviors, and that long-term goals are preferable to short-term rewards.
However, not every student in my class liked him, as many made caricatures of his advice, but as someone who was raised in a home with similar words and a strong curiosity, I also believe in his teaching and ideas.
One day, he demanded quiet in his class because some students were making too much noise. He said. * Listen to what I say; I am older and more experienced. My advice is intended for your own good. You may not get this kind of advice from your parents or anyone else in your life, which is why you should listen when I speak; no knowledge is a waste. *It is preferable to have knowledge of something and not need it than to need a knowledge and not have it. What you learn today may save you tomorrow.*
Decades after his death, I can still hear what he said. My introtech teacher’s remarks contributed to my understanding of the importance of education, even though my parents had a bigger and more profound influence on my knowledge and intelligence.
