The Nigerian Immigrant

I'm going to be answering some of your questions around credit. In case you've forgotten or don't know I worked in the banking industry for 6 years, my last role being a mortgage lender so I am qualified to answer these questions. Here are some of your credit and cash questions: Do I need to apply for credit if I have cash? How do you get yourself out of a bad debt situation? How can i boost my credit worthiness? So many questions, so let's get started. I've always been a simple girl and years ago my dream car was the nissan micra. It was small, stylish and so customizable I wanted one. When I mean customizable i mean customizable! I had a neighbour who had one with very long eye lashes just above her car lights. Her car was pink inside and outside. I wanted one badly. So I got my licence, after the 4th go hahaha and on one fine rainy Sunday afternoon, much like this one, I gathered my family and friends and went to buy my dream car. I found my car,...

When we migrated to Australia in 2007 as a 17 year old, I was asked to go back to high school to finalise my final year high school education. Because I had finished high school in Nigeria nearly 2 years prior I was not keen. Instead I chose to complete a 1 year College degree that was a bridging course to uni. This turned out to be a good decision. I met friends who I will hold in my heart forever and learned so much about my new home.  However one word that kept getting thrown about with every lecturer i had was how tolerating Australia was. I was almost always uncomfortable with the word tolerance until I realised why. Let's get into some technicalities shall we? Some definitions: To tolerate according to the Oxford dictionary is to “allow the existence, occurrence, or practice of (something that one dislikes or disagrees with) without interference.” And: to “be capable of continued subjection to (a drug, toxin, or environmental condition) without adverse reaction. In or...

Indigenous Australians occupied the Australian territories 60,000 years before European settlement. When the Europeans arrived in Australia in 1788, they had declared the land terra nullius (land empty) because there were no inhabitants, Housing, legal system or evidence of European civilization.  Indigenous Australian culture was such that tribes relied on the land for sustenance but had no direct ownership of the land for land was life.  With the arrival of the first fleet saw the spread of small pox which devavsted the indigenous people and significantly reduced their population. Further, because indigenous Australians were perceived by the Europeans to be akin to animals they were killed in conflict without questions. Between 1910-1970, many Indigenous children were removed from their families as a result of an Australian Government policy now known as the stolen generation. The aim of this policy was to assimilate based on the assumption of black inferiority and white...

According to Warif Nigeria, 10,000 girls are raped everyday!!!! How do we change this? So that our daughters, sisters, and mothers do not become part of the statistics. We need to start empathizing with rape victims, that's how! MAKE RAPITS ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS!  There is NO excuse for rape. NONE! It dosen't matter if the victim requires 1 year or 1000 years to speak up. Speaking up is not easy and requires a person to put themselves under scrutiny. No one chooses that. If someone tells you they've been hurt and the first thing you do is blame them for being hurt then Jesus wasted his life dying for you. The compassion of Jesus is lost on you and if you're Christian you're no better than the people who chanted "crucify him".  Another response I've read is on the issue of silence. We don't all react to things the same way. That you screamed when assaulted doesn't mean I will. Are you people serious! Common! It's 201...

I once knew of a little girl with such big dreams and wide imagination, Everything she read she willed to being the first time she left the little town of her birth She traveled to a land far away from the troubles that ailed her family from the troubles that ailed her she walked on streets made of gold She traveled to countries that made her heart dance and although she’d never seen them before, in her mind they were familiar no people or race was alien to her but one day she was forced to see she was different she was forced to see her dark skin and hear her heavy accent she was forced to see her afro hair and her religion she was forced to see the shameful past that surrounded her people And although they tried to bury her in shame She destroyed their expectations and blazed a new path for herself. 

Her last words ring on: " I 'll love you even in death" Like the bell that sits on church tower calling for devotion her words ring on Though not here the warmth of your touch clings to my skin like a plague upon it Time flies but the thought of you sticks to my memories like hairs to the head refusing to grow wings..... Every night I see the invisibility of your presence hovering around me I can swear to it I hear echos of your silence reverberating in my head. As you dangled between life and death Although you spoke no words everything you said was heard the words that came out of your eyes: " This is how far I can go with you someday we'll meet in a better place......" but her last words linger on: " I'll love you even in death "