That was me.

My name is Mr. Adewale, and I’m a retired school principal.
The same man who used to walk 4km every morning now needs help getting out of bed.
The Day Pain Made Me Miss My Own Celebration

Last year, my family threw me a 60th birthday party.
Decorations. Guests. A surprise dance troupe.
But I didn’t dance.
I couldn’t.

My knees were stiff like concrete. My back screamed with every step.
That night, after everyone left, I sat on my bed, crying silently.
Because I wasn’t living anymore—I was surviving.

Then My Son Brought Me This Small White Box

He handed it to me and said:
“Daddy, try this. It’s called Perfectx.”

I rolled my eyes. I’d tried everything—ointments, balm, even herbal soaks.
But he insisted. And that night, I applied it to my knees and back.
The cooling sensation hit immediately.
But what shocked me more? The next morning… I got out of bed without groaning.

By Day 3, I could walk down the corridor and back—no stick.
By Day 5, I danced a little jig in the living room. My wife laughed so hard.