The Only Birthday I Gave My Dad Was His Last | Grief, a Robbery & the Cheapest Route to Ghana

The first birthday I ever organized for my dad turned out to be his last. In this video I share the most precious pictures I have: his birthday at the Buea pictures at monument, his cake, the champagne he popped with so much joy, and the whole family together one last time. Days later, with his blessing and my husband's encouragement, I travelled to Ghana for work. I never imagined that goodbye would be our last. I take you through the news that broke my heart, the love of my family in Accra, the journey home, Daddy lying in state, his burial in Bachuo-Ntai, and the road home where armed men took everything we had (yes, everything, even my husband's phone). We were left with nothing but our lives, and we thank God for that. With no money left, I found another way back to Accra: flying Cameroon to Lomé, Togo, then crossing the Aflao border by road. If flights to Accra are too expensive for you, this route could save you a lot. Two lessons I carry from this season: • Cherish every moment with the people you love. You never know which one is the last. • When one road closes, take another. There is always a way. Rest well, Daddy. I love you forever.