The last time I saw my husband was in September 2022 at the airport. A lot of the changes we went through over the past one to two years have been separate.

When I first got to the UK in 2021, I landed in Chelmsford. I moved to London a year later, after I got my degree.

Education here is expensive, especially for international students. My friends doing undergraduate programmes at the University of Alberta pay 50,000 CAD every single year.

Starting around 2018, my mom desperately wanted me to leave Nigeria. She would go to Poly Road and follow up with agents.

The first time I considered Japa was in 2018, when I graduated. I was the second person in the history of the Department of History to finish with a first class.

Families here get child support from the government. It’s not like that in Nigeria.

Before coming here in 2021, I heard many stories that all Germans are racist and not friendly to foreigners. I prepared my mind for the worst.

My favourite thing about being in America is humiliatingly simple — the unlimited availability of electricity and Wi-Fi.

I was telling a friend the other day that I’m a sum total of all the different lives I’ve lived, all the values and belief systems that raised me.

I got one of my greatest shocks about this Jápa Syndrome at the United States Embassy in Abuja.

Most people within my age bracket who japa from Nigeria tend to do so through the graduate school route and rely on scholarships and other forms of funding.

What I miss most about Nigeria is my mom and my brother. I miss their presence. I miss the feeling of just knowing that my eyes can move in the same direction as my mind when I wish to see them.