It is now exactly 2 weeks since I got into the United States of America on a tourist visa organized by my wonderful fiancée (of many years standing) who works with a travel agency in Lagos. Two agonizing weeks of utter confusion and indecision about coming back to Africa, I mean Nigeria, Lagos to be precise. I am not sure I have been able to catch more than a couple of hours sleep daily in the last 2 weeks trying to decide what in God’s good name I should do with my life. Two days from today, my official leave from my office in Lagos finishes and my ‘non refundable, unchangeable and lowest priced return ticket expires. Should I come back?
I am a medical doctor working in one of the highest paying medical jobs in Lagos at slightly above 100k a month, have held this job for just a few months now, and it has been my best job ever. Prior to starting work in this heavenly place, I was doing three (yes, three) jobs, 8am to 5pm(daily for 55k), 8pm to 7am (daily for 35k) and alternate weekends (Saturday 8am to Monday 7am for 7k), altogether 97k/month for doing three jobs. There are nights when I don’t get any sleep at all, days that I spend dosing while attending to patients and weekends that offer no respite whatsoever to my stress ridden work schedule. I have a car, (which my 13 year old niece hails as an ‘accident waiting to happen’) that ferries me to all these different hospitals where I work, several times in the past I have contemplated parking the car and using the horrible transport system in Lagos so I can save money on the maintenance of my vehicle: however, a personal experience with the popular ‘one chance’ bus robbers and several gory tales from my friends about this innovative robbers scare me so much that I continue sinking money into the car to keep it on the road.
Ever since I suffered a humiliating beating in the hands of mobile police thugs escorting a VIP, the sight of policemen gives me the jitters. The funny thing is that I got the beating after one of the sleek cars in the convoy brushed my jalopy, I heard the siren and quickly parked my car off the road, the VIP car still managed to come and hit me and I got beating black and blue for that, if I had been the one at fault would I still be alive today?
I am fed up of this country, everything just sucks, there is no way forward in this country. I am so Confused, should I really come back or become an illegal allien in yankee?