2nd August 2004



My happiest day was a fateful day in 2004. I was living in Nigeria at the time and to say I was happy there is an understatement. I grew up in a somewhat haphazard way, my parents had broken up before I was even 10years old. I was moved back and forth and living with different people.

I had bits of happy memories but growing up was mainly difficult. On getting to the age of 16, I was tired of living in my country and I was yearning to leave. So I started dreaming of emmigrating to the US or UK. It took about 7 years after my first degree for this dream to come true. On a fateful day, I got a call to say that my visa had come through and that I should prepare to leave. I was overjoyed and almost collapsed!

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