Immigration Separation: Nigeria to US

https://www.thepetitionsite.com/475/229/794/demand-approval-of-immigration-for-my-husband/?taf_id=65201540&cid=fb_na#bbfb=342265776

Picture it…USA…2017. You have worked hard to create the best life for yourself. You spent time improving your mental, physical, financial as well as spiritual health. You followed the American society’s blueprint for a great life. You are a stable and independent female living in the US. You meet a guy who lives in Nigeria and over time the two of you fall in love. Eventually, you marry him in Nigeria and you are the happiest you have been in your entire life. And you should be. You did everything by the book. However, you return to the US…alone. Your husband is unable to accompany you back to the states, because there is so much red tape involved with the immigration process to the US. His immigration request to the states has not been approved.

Please help my friend, more like sister, and her husband. It has been three years since they married each other in Nigeria, and her husband is STILL getting the runaround. It takes nothing to sign this petition. It takes nothing to offer guidance and advice to this young couple. I am literally begging for the help of anyone who reads this. Please sign the petition and have others sign the petition.

If you know of any advice or resources that would help with my friend’s husband’s arrival to the US, please email me at ohhowrandom1@gmail.com.

Her husband has already gone through the necessary steps for immigration. He has not been able to reach anyone regarding his immigration status decision. Phone calls and emails are going unanswered. Please help in any way you can.

Thank you.

https://www.thepetitionsite.com/475/229/794/demand-approval-of-immigration-for-my-husband/?taf_id=65201540&cid=fb_na#bbfb=342265776

The Fog

It is unclear what lies ahead. I am uncertain with each step forward. I cannot see what is right before me,  and I can hardly make out what I have left behind.  One foot in front of the other. Taking my time as I move forward into the unknown. Nothing I recognize yet, but everything seems familiar.

There is a break in The Fog, but only for a split second. Immediately, I am blinded just as quickly as the unknown was visible. What did I see?  Why did I not see more? Unprepared for the abrupt change before my eyes, my brain was unable to interpret what my eyes had viewed in the rapid change that occurred right in front of me.

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The Fog is now denser than ever. I can no longer find my way.  Lost in this white darkness I feel trapped. I need more support. I reach out and feel around in this mysterious place as I walk forward. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Slowy, I am able to see past my hands.  A gradual steady lifting of The Fog gives me a sense of hope.

The Fog has lifted and darkness is upon me.  Only two streets lined with street lights greet me.  I have reached a fork in the road. What do I do now? I can see clearly and I still do not know what to do. I guess I will use the senses and resources I have available. Be observant. And as always, one step at a time. One foot in front of the other. Just as I did…in The Fog.

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