Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
In 2019, at exactly 4pm Nigerian time on my birthday, 23rd August, our flight took off from Abuja for Dubai. We paused in Lagos briefly and then in Istanbul for a two hour layover, and by 1pm on the 24th, we had checked into a family suite at Novotel Dubai Al Barsha.
I was with my sisters Dough, Angela and Msugh. The trip was an all expense paid trip by our eldest sister Dough. She wanted us to have some bonding time away from home.
Even though I had been 18 weeks pregnant and I stayed indoors resting most of the time because I felt a bit tired, It was a fun trip for me.
We talked and laughed, saw some sights, had dinner on a boat ride, and did some shopping.
We got to find out that our cousin, Henry, was in Dubai at the time. So we called, and he came over. Henry is a “clown” and a pastor; so we laughed a lot, and then we prayed together. It was so beautiful.
By the time we walked into the Arrivals Hall at 4:30pm on September 1, all our children and two out of the four husbands stood waiting eagerly. We were missed.
That’s the furthest I’ve ever gone from home.
