“Not going back? What do you mean I’m not going back?” I asked my parents.
“Yeye, we’re moving to Canada so once summer is over, you’re not going back to your old school. We’re all moving.”
At the time, I was 14 and just saw this as another adventure. As much as I loved being in boarding school and enjoyed my time there, I did miss my family a whole lot and the prospect of moving to a whole new country was very exciting! Forget that I still had a bright orange suitcase of clothes in storage at the school, and didn’t get to say goodbye to my friends and teachers.
And that’s how it all started… for me anyways.
For may parents it had taken years of paperwork, medical tests, interviews and a whole lot of preparation to get to this point.
I often wonder if they ever imagined what life actually, really had in store for us. In fact, I’m very sure they had no idea but only hoped and prayed for the best. Did they know that 19 years later, we would still be here? More accurately, that I would still be here? Because somehow everyone else i.e. mummy, daddy and my three younger siblings have all maneuvered their ways out of Canada to different parts of the world.
But as for me, I’m here. Sitting in the middle of winter, -35… yes! minus… 35 degree Celsius weather, building a life and family of my own.
Thanks for joining me as I share stories, experiences, challenges and triumphs of a Nigerian Immigrant living in Canada.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton