How age affects fun time

List five things you do for fun.

Pleasant moment that I aspire to have for the remainder of my life.”

Having a good time involves a variety of activities. To be honest, I can’t recall the last time I set aside time for fun. The situations that I find fulfilling are different and frequently hard for others to comprehend. Having fun can sometimes help me decompress from stressful situations. I adore reading and writing because they are enjoyable activities that make me feel happy. The most intriguing aspect about writing, though, is that I can write well under pressure, while working, on my breaks, in noisy environments, and in other seemingly challenging situations. I utilise it to separate my soul from situations that deflect me of positive energies.

Family time❤️

However, reading in public required a higher level of concentration. I prefer to read in a peaceful and quiet place since it energises my soul. Sometimes with a tuned down  country music on the background.I began writing at a young age in the hopes of one day shaping people’s lives via my work and being known for it. It makes me glad today that people all over the world have seen and liked my blog post. Thank you, WordPress and social media networks, for making my goal come reality. Speaking of fun, I enjoy dancing and listening to various types of music.

I rarely have this kind of fun time, and when I do, I enjoy myself completely because I put all of my troubles aside and focus on the here and now. Yes, dancing and listening to music help me feel better. Going out every weekend and playing football were previously part of my fun times, but as I’ve grown older and seen a significant change in my personality, I’ve realised that life is what happens when we are occupied with other things.

Aside from writing and reading, spending time with my family is currently the most pleasurable and entertaining period of my life. One of the blessings I hope to enjoy every day of my life is spending weekends with my wife and children, playing and watching films together, eating, and conversing. Yes, these are my five favourite interesting facts. How about you?

More or less human

If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?

I am all ears

Currently I own no pet, but will acquire one in the future. Because they exhibit many of the deepest human impulses and traits—love, talk, listening, emotions, and even running errands—pets are much less human. Although it can occasionally be challenging to engage with them due to their non-human form and communication differences, however technology and animal trainers have made it easier than ever to converse with pets. I could help my pet understand that I’m always there for them. They should feel free to confide in me about their issues and concerns as long as I listened to them and offered assistance.

Pets are more empathetic and affectionate than humans, rarely refuse our calls for help, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for their owners. However, in spite of all this love, they frequently struggle to communicate their concerns and issues, which makes it tough to empathise with their emotions and pains. Or maybe it is a result of differences in our channels of communication. If I have the power to make them understand, it is for them to understand my willingness to hear them out and reciprocate their genuine affections for me without asking anything in return.

Reasons for your name:

Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.

Funniest thing about my name

It never occurred to me to write about my name before now. Thanks to Prompt for bringing this to my attention. Regarding my background beliefs, origins, and ancestry. A name is more than just a mark of identification; it also represents history, lineage, beliefs, circumstances, and, to some extent, expectations . Igbo people attach numerous aspects to their children’s names and take them seriously since they believe they have the potential to manifest in their lives. The meaning of a name’s etymology varies among individuals. My name is broken into three halves, and I answer to whichever one is called. It’s pronounced Obianujunwa. Many people call me Ujunwa, although few call me Uju. I prefer the last one because it’s short, sexy, and profound. 😁

Uju

Igbo names, as I mentioned before, are related to the situation at the time of birth or event, which may be past, present, or future. superstitions, beliefs, experience etc. Obianuju translates to “born amid plenty.” Nwa stands for children. When you combine these factors, you are born into a family full of children; in fact, I am my parents’ seventh child. You can now see why the name was chosen. 😁 Although it’s considered a feminine name, some people have male children named Obianju, much like me. In any case, their motivation can differ from my parents’.

My close family and close friends name me Uju, which means plenty. The funniest thing about my name is that when I’m called in public, people occasionally question me why I go by it since they think I’m a man rather than a woman.

Sacrifices you may never understand as a child

Please hurry up. Have you finished your breakfast, chimara? We’re already running late. Where is your sister now? Eating She responded while dining. OK please button up your jumper. I said again, my heart racing and my eyelids heavy with sleep; it hadn’t been long since they returned from a sleepover with their mother, who had hurriedly readied them for school before departing to her morning shift despite working all night.

After returning from the night shift, I closed my eyes for just an hour before falling asleep. Rolling from side to side of my bed, filled with resentment, anxiety, and great exhaustion, praying that a miracle could occur and someone would transport my kids to school every morning, not just today. How come I’m being tortured to such agony? My mind wandered with closed eyes and an awakened consciousness.Then a voice said, “Stop pitying yourself.” Nobody said it’d be easy. Get up; at the very least, you are doing it for your children. I had newfound vigour in my soul, yet I was still angry at myself.

Poor kids, how I wish they knew what was going through my mind; they would forgive all of my tantrums directed at them. Chizy, where are you? Come here, please. She promptly approached me, seeking for assistance with her shoes, which she had on incorrectly. Bring your leg here. I stated as I switched her trainers and clothed her appropriately for school. Walking to the dining room, which adjoins the entry and exit doors to our house, I notice a dish with leftover cereals on the table. Whose plate is that? I exclaimed. Oh, mine, mine, sorry, they said, aware that after eating, their plates should be taken to the kitchen. “Please let’s go; we’re late.

Chimara, where are your bags and water bottles? She said, “Here, here,” and I replenished them with water before we walked out the door. My formerly cloudy head has progressively cleared of grief and weakness. A few minutes into our walk to school, as we doubled our pace to keep up with the clock, I heard a three-year-old whispering hello and waving at us, while her mother looked on in delight. I was confused at first, but a closer look caught me off guard when I recognised her smile and realised she was Chizy’s classmate and friend.

Boo-boo, isn’t that your friend? And, yes, she grinned in response before calling her out and asking that she accompany us to school. But the kid’s mother and I quickly exchanged pleasantries. Come on, gals, we need to get caught up on time. We fled quickly. We’re almost at the school gate, and it’s time. I directed Chimara and Chizy to sprint towards the school entrance, preventing it from closing, and I followed them.

As a child I never truly understood the sacrifices of my parents until now; I hissed

We finally made it. Chimara was the first to enter her class, followed by Chizy, and I returned home with a different perspective and enthusiasm than woke up. The miracle I longed for occurred indirectly, relieving me of wrath, anguish, and anxiety burnt out of sacrifices made for the love of a child by the parents, especially their father.

We are all leaders but.!

What makes a good leader?

Not all of is are very good at it

Leadership is the capacity to take charge of a group and become a key figure in any organisation or entity. It makes sense that anyone can have the qualities of a leader in the same situation, but only a select few are able to lead an organisation to success. Speaking of success, an organisation is considered successful when its employees’ potential is fully realised and well-cared for, in addition to when it meets its financial objectives. Although discussing all of the numerous attributes of a successful leader would require a significant amount of time and space, I will attempt to provide a summary for our convenience.

We all are leaders, but not all are good at it.

A leader should have these attributes in addition to integrity, empathy, and effective communication; to be respected by those under their direction, a leader must be a person of impeccable character who can see problems not only from his or her own point of view but also from that of other colleagues who are also skilled at communicating with everyone. powerful, determined, and visionary. A person cannot become a good leader if they lack vision, strength, and focus. The leadership traits and structures of an organization  determine its level of success.

An organisation needs a strong, determined, and visionary leader with a set of short-term and long-term objectives rooted in every action. A good leader leads by example, and it is not just found in corporate settings; it can also be found in our homes (families). Clubs, age groups, schools, etc. The people credit a good leader and not otherwise. All of us are leaders, but not all of us are very good at it.

Perhaps we should get one!

What is your favorite animal?

Man’s best friend

Of all the animals, I love dogs the most. There’s a reason it’s dubbed “man’s best friend.” It loves without conditions and has a strong emotional sensibility. We had a dog named Jimmy when we were kids. In addition to being a loving and amiable member of our family, she also protected and guided our house. Maybe my early interactions with Jimmy shaped my love for dogs.

I have occasionally made a self-promise to purchase one specifically for my children. It has recently come to my attention that my young daughters who have not had the opportunity to spend time with these beautiful animals have grown to feel a deep affection for them as well. My youngest daughter in particular makes me think of how I felt and still feel for man’s best friend when I watch her interactions with dogs on our walk to school. For the fifth time, I asked her if I should get us a puppy 🐕, and her response was as strong as the first time: perhaps it’s time, but our only issue is still the state of our living area and cost of nurturing one.

Legacy endures for ages!!!

In what ways do you communicate online?

When knowledge becomes waste?

I place a high value on communicating or exchanging information online by speaking, writing, or other means because it eliminates the need for in-person presence, which is necessary for direct or physical communication. Direct conversation makes it easy to be misunderstood, but online communication makes it much simpler.

Given this variety, I recognise the importance of being both cautious and adaptable and clear-cut in my internet behaviour because, as much as I can’t control people’s opinion about me, it is feasible to know my personality and how the public views me based on my post. Communication is more than just sharing information. In the same way that I impart knowledge through my writing, I use my online conversation to learn and unlearn.

Putting my work out there for everyone to read and having the ability to positively influence people’s lives while remaining open to collaboration, criticism, and correction. Because my work will continue to speak for my legacies long after I am gone. things that I oppose and support because it is not only a waste but also bad and evil to keep good knowledge to oneself.

A man’s food is another’s poison.

What snack would you eat right now?

Mindful of my stomach

I’m not a fan of fast food, or what we might call roadside meals. I’m conscious of what goes into my stomach, believing the adage that you are what you eat. Not knowing the exact properties of ingredients like sugar, salt, and other edible chemicals used in the production and manufacturing of some of our food and snacks. Every day, I am more motivated to prepare my own meals and snacks if possible.

I adore homemade meat pie. made of well-mixed flour, salt, sugar, butter, eggs, or fish, heated mildly enough to eat. I’ve missed it a lot because my friend Isioma used to prepare them for me every time, and they taste so nice that I’ve been searching the media for recipes. Some snacks are of high quality, though, so not all of them are awful. Sneakers with peanuts and mild chocolate or something similar are my favourite. The idea that one person’s food may be another’s poison is accurate when it comes to our food choices, but I don’t believe that other snacks are nasty or of poor quality because of my experience. Sneakers and meat pie are Meat pies are snacks I could eat right now even as I write from my work break period. What are yours?. Happy New Year to all.

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What relationships have a positive impact on you?

Time is of the essence.

Being there for your child or children and maintaining a positive relationship with them are the most important things a father can do. Loving, supporting, protecting, and taking care of them is your duty ❤️️.to direct their efforts and make positive recollections. Honour them with our presence and get them ready for the future. One of the relationships that, in spite of its significant sacrifices, has a good influence on my life.

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