I am a native of Nigeria and I came to the United States in the fall of 2004. I have not been back to my home country....until recently.
My dad called me in the beginning of the year and asked if I would like to go home (to Nigeria) later in spring. I took a moment to think of all the things I should be doing that spring. Topmost on my mind was my Qualifying exam, finishing off my classes prerequisites as a PhD student, becoming a Teaching Assistant and of course lab work. All these went through my mind in a spilt second and I replied -yes- to my dad.
Wait! Despite all I had to do academically, I told my dad I would like to go to Nigeria in spring? Yes.
I realized that the opportunity might not present itself anytime soon if I missed going. And secondly, I am what I now refer to as a professional student, which means at any point in time that I have something to do or somewhere to go, I can always think of a few academic reasons why it's not the right time or next semester might be better.
|Murtala Mohammed Airport in the distance|
I realized if I wanted to go to Nigeria, all I had to do was rearrange my academic programmed brain and just go.
And that's exactly what I did.
So, come the month of May, few days after my Buffalo trip, I packed up a months worth of belongings and hauled my bags, my family doing likewise, to the airport to begin a three and a half weeks stay in Nigeria.
|Leaving the airport into the bustling world of Lagos|
Despite (almost) exhausting my