Hello lovers of the Black Migrant Girl Blog. I know, I know, it seems like ages since I last penned my thoughts on here. I’m not going to offer up any excuses as to why I haven’t been able to write here as frequently. I’ll instead focus on doing better next time by creating a regular cadence to write on here. If you’ve got any suggestions to keep me forthright and on task, do feel free to comment underneath. Anywho,…
Triggered was how I felt-to say the least- this past Monday when one of my Twitter followers retweeted this Spectator Index tweet to my timeline. I was vexed from within because if I think about the amount I’ve had to shell out every month to cover my phone bills here, and my corresponding usage, it doesn’t make sense at all that I pay that much. To think that a year ago in Nigeria, I was paying 2.2USD per GB for…
I first connected with Lawretta on Twitter in my first months of landing in Canada. I was intensely homesick and I had been tweeting a lot about needing to build a tribe in Toronto. She reached out to me via DM and very compassionately gave advice. She spoke to me about negotiating my room lease agreement and giving myself time to settle in here. She also kindly accepted to feature on the blog. Read her thoughts below: Introduce yourself in…
I had heard so many negative things said about the Nigerian High Commission (NHC) in Ottawa- Canada’s capital city. A lot of these negative comments were complaints about delays, long waiting hours, stressful commuting from out of town to get to Ottawa. That however wasn’t going to deter me from making the trip down there. To be honest though, I didn’t really have a choice. Ottawa is the only place all year round that citizens of Nigeria based in Canada…
You guys remember how I failed my road test/driving test the first time in this country? I wrote about it here. Well after a second attempt, I passed in flying colors (to the glory of God and his son Jesus). I was issued my G2 license that allows me to drive on any expressway here but would require me to apply for a full G license in a few years time. My 2nd drive instructor who helped me pass the…
If Bukky didn’t live in downtown Toronto and I in Mississauga, I truly believe we would have been on our way to a very strong friendship…. Looooool! Bukky comes across as having a huge sense of humor and is very charming. She loves good food, and towards the end of the summer, she reached out to me to go and ‘charter’ tatashe pepper and tomatoes in my freezer to cover for the cold winter months. She and I connected on…
Hello people of the BMG community. Greetings from under the bedcovers, in my heater-induced, 30°C temperature room, in Mississauga, Ontario. I’m sure a number of you would have been wondering where my Twitter page suddenly disappeared into. Apparently it was permanently suspended for reasons best known to the Twitter Help centre. Last tweet I shared on my profile, was the one where I asked Pro-Atiku followers to unfollow me on Twitter because I recall how unreasonable these political Twitter activists…
Concluding part of Isunu’s Canadian university application and student visa process. She has successfully submitted all her documents to the Canadian High Commission and is waiting to hear back on her student visa. Kindly say a prayer of success for her if you are reading this. Update Oct 13th 2018- Isunu reached out to me to share the good news! She got her student visa and is coming to Ontario early next year. I am so excited for her ???????…
Ladies and gentlemen, I was positively stunned when Isunu reached out to me on my Twitter and IG pages. She wanted to share her story on the blog about how she applied to a Canadian university from Nigeria, and subsequently a student visa. I’m used to people reaching out to me, to ask for help (which is fine by the way), so imagine how gobsmacked I was that she was willing to share names, details, and contacts from her experience.…
I truly feel like Eze, in Eze Goes to School– that novel that was a right of passage for anyone who enrolled in primary school in the 80s in Nigeria. This past week (my 1st week at school), I have had to come to terms with learning in a controlled environment; working on assignments and quizzes for grades; and being a team player to my 15 classmates. I’m sure a lot of you are wondering why/when I decided to go…