I had barely spent 4 days back from by trip to the beautiful Island of Mauritius, when I got into the next flight for my next trip, this time, heading to a familiar location, but with a different twist. I arrived the Quatro de Fevereiro Luanda International Airport on January 31st to spend some time with the love of my life; only this time, I had to head straight to the hotel (which she booked and paid for me), seeing that her mum was still at her place. [Fear and respect no gree me go stay her house when her mama dey there].
Anyways, this was to be for a day as we were to set off on the planned 3-days tour to N’dalatando – Malange – Pungo Andongo - Kalandula.
February 1, 2025, we commenced our 120km trip alongside some group who seemed to be employees of either the US mission in Angola or one of those international health care not for profit organizations. Anyways there was not much to think about there, I had snacked up, and was ready to go. Our first stop was for a coffee break at a village, under a massive tree (I forget the name now). Our driver was the real handy man,, setting up his camping table and quickly setting up coffee, tea and some snacks for the team. Bruno is his name, a stout, young-looking, friendly and very knowledgeable Angolan; he brought colour and life to the trip!
As we travelled, it was interesting to see the towns and villages outside of Luanda that reminded me so much of Nigeria, however there was something different here. In all of my trips to Luanda, I had never stopped to research the history of the country; it was however clear to me on this trip that there was so much about this place. A country so blessed, yet in such poverty, visible in the living conditions of some of the towns we passed through. We had now been on the road for quite some time now, with a few stretch stops here and there, until we came to our first official stop - Kilombo Botanical Gardens- this was a sight to behold. Like some of the imagery picked up along the way to this location, you could tell it was not well maintained from its gate. The inside however held so much beauty and power for lovers of plants and admirers of nature. This was to be our lunch site and was the first time the group had started to loosen up a bit and we had our first beer. We however made a quick stop at the statute of Queen Nzinga of Ndongo and Matamba.
The trip was off to a good start already, with our lunch now done and about 45minutes in the garden, absorbing and exploring its beauty, it was time to leave and make our way to our next stop for the day, the Kwanza River Rapids! A natural wonder where nature's artistry meets history.
I particularly loved the water ceaseless dance over the weathered stone; while the sound from the crickets mixed with the flowing water made beautiful music on our way out. Not the easiest of climbs to the Rapids, but it was worth every step.
After the long road trip, it was time to have dinner at the Mbanza Marimba Malange Hotel. The rooms were not the most comfortable, but giving the location and the nature of this trip, I would say it was sufficient. Lights out!
Day 2 was planned to be more sight seeing, with less travel than the previous day.
We were done with breakfast at about 08:00hrs and set out for the days activity. Our first stop was the Orphanage home (for boys only), where preparation for Sunday Mass was already on-going. We had been informed about the facility, managed by the Catholic church with benefactors from Spain, Portugal and elsewhere, and very little support from the government (not surprising). The system, was very impressive, with living quarters segmented based on age. It was also interesting to see that the home catered for the boys until their first semester in the university, but also equipped them with skills to help those who would rather go straight into the labour market. I was truly impressed; from their farm to the workshop, everything they needed to eat and stay healthy, was on site.
As we left the orphanage, you could sense the excitement building, but we needed to make a two and a half hours drive to our next stop, the Kalandula Falls! This for me was the dwelling place of God and his angels, and easily could be where covenants between God and men took place.
The thunderous roar of the water, slipping off the cliff with the beautiful landscape and the visible rainbow was surreal! We tried to get to the bottom of the fall, our driver, Bruno, was every ready to impress and make the trip worth our while. I enjoyed the ride down to the bottom of the fall and the many viewing points gave different perspective to this mysterious work of nature. This was indeed pure beauty! We hurried for lunch over-seeing the waterfall and left for our next stop, which gave even more breathtaking views of the Falls and the surrounding areas.
It was time to head back to the hotel and prepare for our journey back to Luanda.
Day 3 started off similar to the previous day, except that we needed to wake up much earlier for breakfast, get our things into the truck and head out before 07:15hrs. We had one more stop to make before embarking on the 6+ hours drive back, but we could not have come all this way and not make a stop at Pedras Negras (Black Rocks Site).
The vast, rugged, and unapologetically raw landscape was breathe taking. I particularly enjoyed the journey to the top of one of the mountains which gave a view of the dam and the village, with views of rocks with very striking features. Seeing the footprint of Queen Nzinga and her dog was less than what I expected though. In hindsight, she would have actually been big for her time. One more stop for lunch and the drive back to Luanda.
The drive back was particularly exhausting, with practically everyone (including Bruno), tired from the trip and nodding every now and again. Thankfully we got back safe and in one piece, with memories to live for many years to come. It was beautiful!
This was not the end of my trip to Luanda though, I had nine more days to spend before my departure. With the holidays over and back to regular work schedules, most of my days were spent reading, attending to work matters when I could, dinner eat outs, visit to the beach and time with my loved ones.
It was hard to say goodbye, especially because, yet again, I would have to leave before February 14th, I was not going to take any chances with deportation from Angola.
Coming back to Lagos was not as I had planned. The events that followed my return were not the most pleasant, but still one that I have taking a lot of learnings from; I will explain. While on this trip, I kept having this feeling about my kids, I had tried to speak with them more than 4 times and never had the chance to, as their mum would not pick the phone or respond to my messages. All this while, I kept telling and reassuring friends and family who asked, that everything was okay and I was in touch. This had been going on for over three weeks and on my return to Lagos, we had planned for "The Gathering" at Alvin's'.
It was February 15, 2025, we had agreed time and in my usual manner, I appeared on time and was the first one there. I got re-introduced to his son (Brian) in a way that made me recall how I had envisioned my life with my family, even before I got married. The rest of the crew had started coming, food was served, alongside drinks and the main event (the Ram). I had barely started getting into the groove of things when things switched in my head and I hurriedly stormed out of the place, got into my car and even attempted to run down Ikeh. There was nothing anyone could do to stop me or hold me down, and so I drove off, got home and laid on my couch. I tried to sleep, but my mind kept racing, I was too tied to sleep, I tried calling to speak with the kids again, and her phone was switched off. I had promised my mum I was going to see her on Sunday February 16, and so I mustered as much energy as I could, picked myself up from the couch, got into the bathroom, took a bath and went to church. Immediately after mass, I headed to my mum's place and knowing I was not too strong, and might be found out and would need to explain what was going on, I came up with a convenient story and left her place. Went back home and just laid down on the couch. By this time, I had spoken to the love of my life and had to call Ikeh, while sending a note of apology to all the guys who were present and experienced the drama the day before.
I still was not able to sleep and had planned to hit the gym on Monday, February 16, 2025. At this point, I was acting like everything was fine and was just going on and about, business as usual. I woke up Monday morning and realized I did not have the strength to go to the gym (good decision), I got dressed and went straight to church for morning mass and then to the office. I had been battling with a nail injury that had refused to fall out, so I decided to get it checked at the clinic at the office. The events that followed my visit to the clinic, opened my eyes to some impending dangers in my life! My blood pressure reading was 170/130, the nurse was in shock. She held me done, insisted that I was not going to leave, gave me a pill to sleep and to bring down the blood pressure, and took me in to the bed to sleep. Still I could not sleep, but I laid down for about two and a half hours, after which I got up, asked that I leave so I could go get checked at the hospital. I quickly packed my laptops and went straight to the hospital (Hartwell Hospital, Victoria Island).
When they took my blood pressure reading this time, it was 167/110. I had my time with the doctor and he prescribed some medication and asked that I come back the next day to run some test. It was after the test result came back, that I realized some abnormal scores, one of which was a higher than normal Prostate Specific Antigen (PSA) Test result. Seeing that my PSA moved from 0.3 in 2023, to 4.0 in 2024 and then 4.9 in Feb 2025, was enough to get the doctor worried and made him refer me to the urologist. During my session with the urologist I tried to be as cheerful and inquisitive as I could; even though I had searched the meaning of my test results before the session and I knew it was not all good news. The urologist (Dr. Alaba) tried to be as positive as he could, but having told him about my dad and how we lost him to prostate cancer, I could see somethin in him change a bit. It was at this point he began to reassure me that it was not certain and listed the names of notable Nigerians who have been living with prostate cancer or had been healed from it (this was clearly not a good sign). Long story short, I was referred for a Multi Parametric Prostate MRI scan, and the result still not conclusive. Now I am needing to prepare for a Transrectal Ultrasound Guided Prostate Biopsy. In having to do this, I have had to re-run some blood test and I must say, the scores are looking better, with a negative HIV 1& 2 screen, healthy liver and good blood count.
Since having to start the year on an adventure, it has been that way till now, and I would say, I am loving every discovery and taking the positive stance on things. My finger nails which refused to fall off, has made me realize the pending danger, that could have been worse, so for that, I am grateful. I have had time to reflect and taking a calmer and more positive approach to things. My commitment levels and relationship with my creator is better, I sleep better, blood pressure under control (still with meds, but I know it would be same without it); in general, it has been a good start, good news, positive vibes and just general gratitude!
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