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My 5 Years Journey in 3 different countries (Sweet & Bitter Experience).



Hello everyone!!!
Thank you for understanding that I had to stay away from updating my blog for a while but due to many "please start again", I had to just start again. I stayed away for many reasons best known to me and now I think I'm back and better.

As much as I love writing, it can be a bit confusing because sometimes I want to write about myself and I feel "oh, I'm putting out too much" and sometimes I want to write about something that happened to me or what someone told me and I'm so bothered about how they'd feel and all. But I'm happy I can balance it all now and hopefully, once or twice a week, I'll update my blog so you can read what I have to say.

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 Today, I want to share my personal story. This is part of the most surprising thing that has ever happened to me because I couldn't believe it all and because I learnt a lot from it, I believe I can share it. Also, because this is my personal experience, I wouldn't put out specific names of institutions and what not but I know you'll definitely learn from it like me.

When I was in SS3, my dad had travelled for holiday so I remember I just finished writing my government (waec) examination when he called. I was excited because of course I had the advantage to tell him some of the things I needed but he called to tell me how my aunty wanted me to come to America to school since I was almost done with high/secondary school. My joy knew no bound, I had never been to America, and I wasn't even expecting it at all.

After my exams, I got home and he came back with the paper work for my visa and all. I was so excited that I was going to travel abroad but before then, I had written exam for two private universities and luckily I was picked but I was picked for the Law I wanted. August was when I had to go for my visa application, I had travelled several times before then so I just felt I was very familiar with the whole embassy thing. Unknown to me, I was going to speak for myself and actually speak confidently on why I wanted to travel to America and not school here in Nigeria. LOL, I had told a few friends "I'm going to the embassy..." some were excited, some didn't believe because I was just a random girl, it was so bad that if we start talking about abroad sometimes and I say oh yes this and that some of my seniors then wouldn't even believe I had gone out of nigeria. I wasn't local but I wasn't just as "posh" as they expected. Anyway, telling many people had brought a lot of expectations to people's mind and I was just being open minded to my friends.

I went to the embassy that morning, I dressed official but I didn't know I was going to go in alone because I  was applying for students visa, when we got to a particular stop, they said my dad should go back and he didn't have a choice. So as I got in, I sat for a while, then my number appeared and it was a white man. I had prayed for that man because he had approved visa for the people he attended to when I was there so I got there and he started asking me questions, I was very confused at a point so I couldn't answer the question he asked, he asked if I had gone out of the country before and how many times, I told him and he checked for my visas, then he asked for something account related I couldn't answer because my dad had those answers as we thought he was going to go in with me. The interviewer later said "I'm sorry ...." I didn't hear well, he gave me back my passport and all other things, I was confused.

I was walking out of the embassy with too many documents looking really confused, my mum was the first to sight me and she was smiling but she saw my face and she stopped, I moved close to her and she saw I had my passport and she shouted.. "you aren't meant to get your passport back", I gave her the letter they gave me and she told me they didn't approve the visa. I went down to the car to meet my dad and we told him all of a sudden I became very emotional. I cried from Victoria island to Magodo, my dad surprisingly joined me at a point but my mum is a very strong woman she doesn't really get moved by things like that as she kept on saying "Gods will is still going to prevail, don't worry". It was terrible because my friends kept on messaging me like "American girl, you are finally leaving us o", "Did they give you the visa ?" ... I was more disturbed and telling them I was declined was so bad for me to say. We called the visa agent and told him, he was sad and said I should try again. I was so excited!! I'm trying again, but my mum called me into her room and spoke to me, she told me she wouldn't like me to stay at home till after 3 months when next I'm applying for my visa, she said what if they don't approve me again? Do I want to really waste one year when I have admission in two other private universities? I was sad and I didn't want to listen to her but she had told my dad too and they both made it a must so I had to go.

I travelled that week to pay for my acceptance fee and I got admitted for "international relations and diplomacy". Fast forward to 3 weeks later, university life started.

I was excited because my very good friend from Caleb international college was with me and we were in the same department. Gradually I was getting over the American embassy shock because I didn't believe they could decline me. I made new friendsss ( Stephanie, Nifemi, Bolaji,Ojone, Chiamaka, Ijeoma, Dorcas, Suaad, Olamide, Seun (mfm) and co) but those are the people I can remember very well, I still talk to all of them except 2/3 , I'm very good at keeping friends. They made my stay amazing, so many drama happened in 100 level that I still remember and laugh hard, so many irrelevant fights etc.

November came and I was going to re apply for my American visa (I've written about this before so this is the link, go through it and see how marvelous God did it with ease for me). I didn't tell any one, I started fasting from sometime in October till November and I was assured that God was going to do it for me, I wanted it because it would give me the advantage of seeing another side of life.  I was approved the visa and I had gone back to school to pack my things. My friends came around, hugged me, spent time with me, I showed them my passport and my ticket (I bought it the same day I got the visa) they were all surprised, I remember most of them in my room saying things like " so you are leaving us" . I didn't want to go at some point but I had to go. December 22nd came and it was time to go to "America". My joy knew no bound, I'm telling you! I had a stop over in Dubai for 1 week and I spent it with my cousins before proceeding to America the last few days of the year.

The journey from Dubai to New York was about 17 hours or more. My bum was hard LOL, I sat for too long I was getting so uncomfortable and waiting for them to announce that we were in New York. Finally, we arrived New York.

I was confused on getting to the airport somehow it wasn't how I thought it would be but I was still happy " I'm in America"... I stare a lot in person so I kept on starring at people and things I missed my way to get my luggage. It was too funny, and later I got out and my uncle came to get me. I wore jacket and a flat shoe but God knows I've never experienced that kind of Cold in my life. Ha! Kileleyi? (What is this?) , it was freezing and it was snowing, LOL I quickly took a picture , I was excited to see the snow, wow after all the dstv movies I'm finally seeing snow in real life, why wouldn't I take a picture? .. after walking into the car I couldn't feel my legs anymore. The cold had entered my body and I was almost crying. The jacket didn't really do much because it was like being in a small room with 10 standing Air conditioners.

THIS IS REALLY LONG, AND BECAUSE I KNOW MANY CANT READ TOO LONG I WILL BREAK IT INTO PARTS. I WILL PUT UP THE NEXT PART IN A FEW DAYS, PLEASE BE SURE TO READ AND FOLLOW THE STORY AND ANTICIPATE THE NEXT PART. THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU, PLEASE SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS❤️

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