It started with the constant headache. Omo, the headache! It wasn’t just ‘stress’ or headache from malaria. It was like someone was playing drum on my head, like my head wants to fall of my shoulder. Then the weakness and my heart beating fast like its about to come out of my chest.

I remember going to the football pitch one sunday morning a normal ritual I and my friends have and just running once on the pitch i felt this sharp headache and i was breathing like someone who ran a mile.It was like my heart was about to explode luickily i found somewhere to sit, i felt somehow embarrassed because i am the youngest among my friends and they were still actively playing while im struggling to even run once on the pitch.

At nights… my wife complains.

I am unable to perform my conjugal duties its either the headache or the weakness even when i decide to just enjoy the wife of my youth i begin to gasp like life is leaving me and i stopped. pain relievers and manpower became my go to but they were making my problem worse and i did not know.

My husband, Segun, bless him… he tried to be patient.

But I was a different person. I was so irritable, I would snap at him for just breathing too loudly. He’d try to touch me, to hold me, and I would flinch. The dryness made intimacy so painful, I just… avoided him.

One night, he sat at the edge of the bed and said, ‘Funke, what did I do? You act like you hate me.’

My goodness, I burst into tears. I didn’t hate him. I hated this. I hated this new body that wasn’t mine. I went to the doctor, and he just smiled and said, ‘Ah, madam, it’s just the change. You have to manage it.’

‘Manage it?!’ I felt so dismissed. So hopeless.

A few months later, I was at a church meeting, fanning myself as usual. A sister I respect, Yemi, pulled me aside. She said, ‘Sister Funke, I used to be like you. I see you suffering. Please, let me send you something.’

She sent me a pack of Hermona Herbal Tea. I was skeptical. Just tea? But I was desperate.

I drank my first cup that night. It was warm and soothing.

I didn’t expect a miracle, but after about four days, I… I slept. I mean, I really slept. All the way from 10 PM until my 5 AM alarm. I woke up feeling… calm.

I kept taking it. By the end of the second week, I realized I hadn’t woken up in a pool of sweat once.

But the real miracle came about a month in. I was in another long meeting, and I… I was fine. No heat. No panic. I just felt normal.

That evening, I came home, cooked Segun’s favorite meal, and for the first time in years, I was the one who reached for his hand. The peace in my home is back.

Listen to me, my sister. Don’t let anyone tell you this misery is ‘normal’ or something you just have to ‘manage.’ That is a lie. This is a problem, and Hermona Herbal Tea is the solution. I feel like myself again. I feel like Funke again. Please, don’t suffer as I did. Try this tea.”