It’s been 14 working days like @flyairpeace promised & they HAVE REFUSED to refund me. It’s bad enough that they refused to compensate me & claimed they’d only refund my ticket money, On Friday 15th May they sent me a fake payment receipt of an Apple Pay transfer claiming they had refunded me, it’s been 5 whole days and the transfer has still not reflected in my account. Apple Pay is Instant. @flyairpeace has refused to reply my emails & messages regarding this. @mikeachimugu01@Ifeallenonyema@fkeyamo@fccpcnigeria
Ghana's government has removed the name of a coup leader - Emmanuel Kwasi Kotoka, who helped overthrow founding father Kwame Nkrumah, from its main airport.
Kotoka International Airport will now be known as Accra International Airport, its original name.
https://t.co/PfG8YYCfLq
Lord please don’t let my brothers die. And if they fall ten times, let my brothers rise. And let my brothers play, this a hundred times. Consider this a prayer, I’m praying that my brothers thrive.
About 8 months after we moved to the UK, I noticed something.
My husband was always tired.
Body pains.
Low energy.
New country. New weather. New demands.
Instead of complaining, I went into research mode.
I started studying natural fruits, vegetables, herbs, and supplements that could supply the right vitamins and keep him strong. I researched oils — vitamin E, coconut oil, rosemary oil, castor oil, etc ordered them online, mixed them myself.
I became a herbalist in my own home.
My husband doesn’t like eating fruits, so I blended everything.
Smoothies. Herbs. Vegetables.
Even for toothache, I had natural remedies that worked better than most drugs.
Then I went further.
I learned deep tissue massage online.
After his work cycles, I would ask him to take a hot bath and wait for me. Then I’d massage his legs, his back, his whole body.
The first time, I realised something else, I didn’t have enough strength.
So I registered for the gym.
A few days ago, while I was massaging him, he smiled and said:
“These your gym is working o! Before now, you would have been tired by this time.”
I just laughed.
Funny thing is, back in Nigeria, he was the caregiver.
Whenever I was sick, he’d take me for checkups, arrange my drugs, and make sure I took them. If he didn’t give me the medicine, I wouldn’t take it.
He used to complain:
“So if I’m not around, how will you cope?”
And I would reply:
“If I do everything myself, what would I be missing you for?”
😂😂😂
Now it’s my turn.
I make his smoothies, portion them, and put them in the fridge.
If I don’t come downstairs in the morning to make sure he drinks them, he won’t.
Sometimes, life will humble you gently.
Sometimes, you have to stand in someone else’s shoes before you judge them.