@ZenithBank@GloWorld credited with the said amount I recharged from your bank after showing the transaction reference your customer care gave to me. I have called customer care. I have gone physically to your branch @ZenithBank and layed complain for my money to be reversed.
@ZenithBank@GloWorld I was given the first 7-10days and another 7-10days. A month has passed and my money has not been refunded. I have emailed your bank several times.
REFUND MY MONEY @ZenithBank
Contact @GloWorld and confirm that transaction and refund my money.
REFUND MY MONEY @ZenithBank
@GloWorld@KollinNovaX Kindly respond to my message or better still check your DM @GloWorld . It has been over 24hrs and I am still going back and forth with you people and Zenith bank. Zenith bank confirms airtime recharge was successful. They even gave a transaction ID. Please do your checks
@GloWorld I cant use my glo line for 3days now. I cant access the internet with it. It keeps showing connecting. My data has not expired. What is the issue @GloWorld
Growing up in Jos in the early 2000s, if anybody had told you that Plateau State would one day be known more for kïlíngs than peace, you would argue with your full chest.
Back then, Jos was just home. Cold weather. Sweaters to school. Neighbours that felt like extended family. We didn’t grow up checking security updates before stepping out. We were just children.
I remember one morning, while we were getting ready for school, we heard there were gunshots in town. It sounded distant. Almost unreal.
We still went to school.
Later that same day, we were running back home, out of breath, because our school was atàcked by unknown people. Imagine being a child and running for your life instead of running for break time.
When we relocated to Adamawa, And the insurgency started. Every night you could feel the fear in the air. People slept lightly. Any loud sound would make your heart jump.
I remember when my parents travelled to the village for a buriàl, On that same day, Boko Harám atàcked the village and kílled so many people.
My dad came back home without my mum.
He said they ran in different directions and he didn’t know where she was.
I don’t even know how to describe that feeling. The waiting. The fear. Watching the door every minute. Thinking the worst but praying for the best.
For days we didn’t know where she was.
When she finally came back, she looked so pale and worn out. I saw her and just started crying. Not small tears. The kind of cry that comes from deep fear and relief mixed together. What she survived in that bush is something I wouldn’t wish on anybody.
Now it feels like nowhere is really safe anymore.
People are being kíllèd.
People are being kídnàppíng.
Lives don’t even seem to matter anymore.
We are tired of búryíng people.
Tired of seeing displaced families.
Tired of pretending everything is fine.
We want a One Nigeria.
A Nigeria where a child can go to school without fear.
A Nigeria where parents travel and come back safely.
A Nigeria where tribe and religion are not dèath sentences.
A Nigeria where human life actually matters.
This is not politics. This is people’s real lives.
The North is húrtíng. Nigeria is húrting.
May God help His people.
Pray for the North.
Pray for Nigeria.
Love ❤️ and Light 💡
Church Girl
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@SamuelKrypt@OyinAjibade You loose patients in your hospital after BT because of transfusion reaction and you are happy to say it outside😒😒😒.It simply means you and your colleagues in that hospital fail at your job😒😒.This is never a good thing to say outside.