Hey there, blog reader(s)! I trust you all are having a productive week. Some of you may be considering starting the application process to migrate to Canada, or indeed Australia, the U.S. or some other country. Some of you may be in the process already, and may even have received your visa approvals. I commend you all on whatever decisions you make, and the paths that you choose. I believe in God, and I believe that as long as we pray and ask God to order our footsteps, we will walk along the right paths and that God will always go before us.



My husband, Mr. O, has always been very keen on relocating our family abroad. For as long as I can remember throughout our marriage, immigration was always a topic of discussion. I, on the other hand, was never keen on moving. Did I mention that I liked order and certainty? Relocating for me, had too many unknowns and I was so scared by the thought alone. I had this concept in my head that relocating meant that we had to go abroad to work odd jobs (fa gburu as my Yoruba people call it) and I did not want that at all. I was worried about what people would think of us and say –

“They had good jobs here in Lagos. What is so special about ‘abroad’ that they abandoned their comfortable life here in Nigeria to go and hustle abroad?”

“These ungrateful and unpatriotic Nigerians, with their colonial mentality…”



I was also worried that we would not fit in and that the strain of the move would tear our family apart. Valid reasons (or so I thought), until 2016 when it all came crashing down in Nigeria. This particular post is not political in its intent, so I will summarise my feelings by saying that certain mistakes in the leadership and governance of the country resulted in very unfavourable macroeconomic conditions in Nigeria. I now wanted to migrate to Canada so badly.

I wanted to live in a country where the government cared about the plights of its citizens, and about their future. My son deserved to grow up in a nation where education, safety and security were his birthright. Honestly, I was tired of spending all my prayer time, praying for constant electricity, for our generator to not pack up, or a short queue at the filling station, and for little or no traffic on my way to work. I wanted to live in a country where good health was the right of all citizens, rich and poor.


I should state here though that these had been Mr. O’s sentiments all this while, but yours truly always countered these with the questions “Migrate to Canada? At what cost?”, “Why can’t we stay and fight, work hard and provide the best for our kids here in Nigeria?”


Fortunately, Mr. O had had the foresight to commence the Provincial Nomination Program (PNP) process some 8 months before this time, dragging me with all his might and persuasion powers along with him. So that, by the time I was fed up and ready to relocate, we were already far gone in the process to migrate to Canada. I thank God for Mr. O’s visionary leadership and doggedness in seeing us through the process, his enthusiasm and eagerness which was more than enough for both of us.



He reminded me the other day of the day he submitted the initial application for the Ontario PNP. He had spoken to me earlier that week of his wish that we would migrate to Canada. I had scuffed and gone to bed. Lo and behold, we were notified of our selection the following day. So to Mr. O, I am sorry that I did not see it your way sooner. All the same, I thank you for carrying the two of us when I was weak and unwilling. In addition, thank you for your patience and your strong will.

I am not one for rash decisions, I think things through, weigh the pros and cons and identify the associated risks before making a decision. Mr. O has also taught me through our marriage to also identify ways of mitigating any identified risks, rather than dismiss a particular course of action due to the risks involved. This decision to migrate to Canada has been no different. I took my time in coming around, but once I did, I was over eager. I couldn’t wait for our PNP nomination to come through, and when it finally did, I couldn’t wait for our PPR to come. Furthermore, I have identified certain risks associated with our Canadian dream, and also found a few mitigants:

  1. Finding work – Mr. O has the more transferable skill set, so we have combined our efforts towards finding him a job in Canada. I am currently working on some e-preneur ideas (which I hope to implement). God is working all things for our good, remember?
  2. Well running dry – Research on government support, prudence and conservative spending upon arrival;
  3. Little to no knowledge of Canada – research, speaking with friends who have relocated to Canada, and oh, did I mention research? Google is my bestie; and
  4. Boredom – this blog will be my outlet. I intend to get back on my fitness wagon and draw closer to God. I will read books, sit for my certification exams and focus on being a good wife and mother.



I said earlier that we had so many decisions to make resulting in our confusion, frustration and weariness. However, I remember that all through the process, our prayer was the same – Lord, if this is Your will, work it out for us. And work it out, He did! So this leap (the decision to migrate to Canada) will be easy to take, by His Grace.

I am now filled with a sense and spirit of peace and calm. God has got our backs. He will make all things work together for our good. Relocating is not easy, we don’t expect that ours will be a cake walk. We have choices to make, very important choices. We will need to adjust to the different weather and culture, in the very least. However, we are walking with God, so we know it will all end in Praise!

Finally, I would love to hear from you all. Are you migrating to Canada, seeking to migrate to Canada or have just relocated to Canada? How has your journey been? What are your fears and motivations? Let me know in the comments section.

Happy marching!

Mrs. O.

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