Ada had lived in Birmingham for three years.
Not once had she been home since she left.
There was always an excuse—visa issues, work schedules, ticket prices.
But really, it was fear.
“Home had changed,” she told us. “I didn’t know if I still fit in.”
This year, Easter snuck up on her.
One moment it was January, and the next, her friends were posting photos of palm fronds and choir rehearsals.
She remembered her mother’s pepper soup, her siblings' chaotic laughter, and that familiar peace of sitting on the balcony while her neighborhood came alive on Holy Saturday.
✉️ Then she saw our email.
A Justintime Travels newsletter.
“Home is waiting.”
Simple. Soft. It hit hard.
She hadn’t even opened it fully when she clicked to chat with one of our team members.
“I don’t know if I can make it in time,” she said.
“We’ve done tougher,” we replied.
🛫 Within 24 hours, we had options.
Affordable flights. Fast visa support.
A surprise Easter package discount — one of the last ones we had.
She booked it with trembling hands.
Her mum didn’t know.
💛 Ada lands this Thursday, Holy Thursday.
Just in time for Good Friday.
She says her heart hasn’t felt this light in a long while.
🕊️ “This Easter, I’m not just going home. I’m returning to myself.”
At Justintime Travels Nigeria, we don’t just move tickets—we move stories.
We help people reconnect.
With family. With roots. With joy.
Need help planning your trip this season?
Let us make it easy for you — no matter how last-minute it feels.
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