25th January -31ST January

Boredom is getting the better side of me so I searched the nearest Rotary club and I got their address. fortunately, they meet today, at 7pm. I had over 5 hours to get prepared. I attended the meeting and came home glad that I had. The Rotarians of the St Petersburg Rotary Club were such jolly good fellows.

I loved the meeting and hey, their president is female ??- makes me miss Rabby so much (Rabby’s my Rotaract President back home in Ghana)

I did almost nothing on Thursday but to prepare for global village tomorrow. All interns of AIESEC meet to exhibit the culture and traditions of their homeland

Global village was a success.

I loved every bit of it. I came home tired.


I think I jumped around too much.

The most amazing character is on the swing

My whole day on Saturday was for rest. The whole of the day. It’s been a long 5 weeks of work and it’s finally over. I’m glad I gave it my best, my all.
Polina, my project manager, dropped by to give her farewell message. We had a little chat before she left. I’ll miss her greatly.

I missed church because I woke up late. I practically do not have any excuse because I could have chosen to go to bed earlier last night. So I stayed home doing nothing…the wi -fi isn’t working, we haven’t paid our bills yet. I finished up a book and did nothing else

Somewhere in the middle of the night my airtime got exhausted. When I woke up in the morning I felt no need to walk all the way to the metro station to recharge because I had already given Oxana some money to do that for me when she left home made night. so I stayed back and comforted my lazy head. At a point I felt i could just go downstairs and get someone to help me out but I was feeling lazy to do that even. And then KWAKU called. Now, KWAKU is a very special friend. These past weeks our friendship has grown in inconsiderable ways and I thank GOD daily for his life and wisdom. I felt it a great effort on his part to have called me just because he hadn’t seen me online the whole day and was worried. I told him why. So after the call, I felt ashamed and decided to go load my SIM card. I get to the spot where I keep my key only to realize it’s gone. I was so confused. I quickly checked all possible spots i could have placed it aside the usual, on top of the fridge, in the pockets of my jacket, my sweater, my backpack, the dining table…no trace of no key! ‘It couldn’t be that Oxana took both keys away, it’s never happened before’, I thought to myself in fear and deep worry. Now I could leave the door to our home unlocked, rush to go get airtime and quickly return home but there’s only one problem to this plan, I won’t be able to get through the gate on my way back home without my security pass which comfortably hangs on the key ring which happens to be MIA. So I put on my socks and stepped out of the room for the first time in two days ?(don’t judge me). I sat on the stairs waiting for someone to walk to the elevator so I could ask for help, at least to load my SIM card, and I was prepared to pay the kind person on the spot. No help came and I was feeling cold. I went in the room, my eyes on my flip flops. I opened the door, grabbed my sweater and wished the stare I gave it could do as much as help me recall where I had placed the stupid key. The stare didn’t help, neither did my anxieties. So I wore my sweater and a pair of woolen socks and took the stairs to the first floor. I sat on the staircase and waited in hope. Few minutes later I heard a beep from the security system. Alas! Someone was coming in. I moved towards the elevator to catch the person’s attention right on time. It was a man, he could be in his late 30s.
‘Just a little’, he said with a kind smile. I smiled back.
‘I need you to send me some airtime from your card and I’ll pay you back the amount, please’, I said desperately
‘I don’t understand’, he said with a confused smile
I repeated the exact meaning of the words I had just said, this time in fewer words and with more gestures.
‘I don’t understand’
I tried to ask if he has a translator on his phone so I could type my words out but he didn’t quite get it So I thanked him and left for my seat. It was amusing that the only thing the man could say in English was ‘I don’t understand’. But maybe he knew more words, maybe he just couldn’t understand all the words I used…maybe
Another man came in, in his late 40s I suppose. He was more accommodating and could understand my message. He said he had no card on him and asked that I go to the service center near the metro station. I smiled and thanked him. On my way back to the second floor, I stood in silence on the staircase for a moment. With my eyes closed, my arms folded and my head bowed (just like I was taught in Primary class at church), I said a prayer. It was quick and solemn. I asked my Heavenly Father to help me out of this situation, to show me what to do. When I got back to the room I went to the kitchen and had something to eat. I got on the bed and watched a video I had already downloaded on Netflix. I took a nap and read the conversations I’d had with my friends and families the past two days. Some of these made me laugh, some made me smile. I looked through the pictures on my phone and deleted a few that were not of interest to me anymore. I played a memory video that have been created for me on my iPad, by my iOS, with photos and videos over the past 5weeks and I loved it. It was sweet (I’ll share that with you all when I’m in a better mood ??). I slept again after getting through the third chapter of LOVE IN LHASA. I tried to connect with Jama’s character yet all I felt for Di was pity-love doesn’t come so easily but he seems to think it should. When I woke up it was very late. I turned on and off the wi-fi hoping for a miracle. None came. I restarted my phone and checked my balance. I remembered I had given Oxana some money to get me airtime when she got to the station. My balance hadn’t been credited. I restarted my system and checked again, the balance hadn’t changed. I dialed a few of the service numbers on the SIM card to get through to customer service. I was very attentive to the options the operator would give so as to choose the immediate option on hearing ‘английский’- I was sorely disappointed. I tried other service numbers and finally got through to an agent.
‘English?’, I asked in desperation
‘нет’, the reply on the other side came, rather rudely, and then she hung up. I didn’t have much time to drool over this event but whenever you get to Russia, send me an email and I’ll let you know which network provider you should NEVER consider.
I tried another number and the agent told me I had dialed a wrong number. I tried severally and still got the same feed. After a while, I checked my balance and this time it was -5. Shortly after, I received a text informing me of charges for the calls I made to customer care, to be deducted immediately I recharged (again, I’ll be more than glad to help you choose a good service provider in Russia). I was so bored and frustrated at this point, I went to the bathroom and returned to the bedroom with nail lacquer. I painted my nails for the time in my entire life. At least something to bring me joy and fulfillment. I was so proud of myself. I found ways to get it to dry up without a smudge because i had to get to bed. It’s 11:37pm. I said my prayers and got to bed. I turned on the wi-fi and immediately, notifications trickled in. I was amazed, I thought this some sort of dreamy perception so I connected to the wi-fi on my phone and ‘yaaaaaasss’! Miracle! Yaaassssss! Too many messages, I replied a few. I texted Oxana and she had just realized she mistakenly took both her key and mine. She apologized and said she got down with a fever and gave me Masha’s address (Masha’s her best friend). She asked that I bring her medical documents and passport so she could call an ambulance in the morning to seek medical attention. I felt sorry that she wasn’t so well but I had to ask what happened to the money I gave her to recharge my account ?. She said she did just that and she was surprised I hadn’t received the airtime yet. I said it hadn’t come and asked if she paid for the wi-fi. she had said she’d pay that later because she was down on cash (I was too). She explained that one of her friends paid it for us. I was glad he did. Good guys exist o, chaley! So me dieer I made the first Whatsapp call I needed to make and replied some more messages. I have no idea how I slept but I woke up with a headache.

First thing Monday morning, i bought airtime from the service center from the station while going to Masha’s. I saw Oxana, she really wasn’t well but she was glad I had brought the documents as I promised I would. Now Masha could take her to the hospital. I saw Masha’s lovely cat. When I got back home I was tired. I ate and rested for a while. I got a happy email. My brother had sent me some money ?. I called him to say how grateful I was. I really am grateful ?. I left home an hour later to receive the cash.I’m grateful for the lives of the lovely and kind Russian women and men I met who helped me get to the bank . Especially my last help. I pray for more blessings for him for the kindness he showed. Lastly, shoutout to the Holy Ghost, my great companion and my deepest source of comfort and direction. A big shout to Angelina (my instincts)- she led me to the right people who were more than willing to help.
All ended well.

Anywhere in the world you can either be happy or sad. In any circumstance you can choose to be happy or sad. In all moments and events choose to be happy not sad.

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