At the point I became aware of a retentive memory, I had always prayed during morning devotions that I wanted to be out of Nigeria, just like an up-coming artist sees their place or future above the stars; I saw my future in countries of the West. Leaving Nigeria came before thanking God for giving me life. It sounds terrible now but at that young age, I was right in my every thought. When I watched cartoons and listened to songs from the West, I could only see magic and more paradise and perfection. The staples upon my eyeballs were indeed surreal.Read more...
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