When I left the scenic surroundings of my hometown of Ikorodu, Nigeria, I immediately knew of the harsh cold awaiting me in Canberra, Australia. I woke up with a terrible pain in my head. “Uggh,” I said. It will be another one of these days. I stepped out of the warmth of my bed and into what felt like life, the usual winter harshness of my disorganized, cluttered room, but for some reason it felt even colder today. I threw my winter coat over my scruffy blue t-shirt and walked to the thermostat. There was a note taped to the thermostat; it said, "Dear Tool, that's what you get for being born, love, your brother." I turned the card over to see how cold it was. I turned the thermostat back to normal temperature and went to the computer room to check the weather and current events in Nigeria. While logging in, I thought about my life in Nigeria and how it has changed since I arrived in Australia. My mother held a management position at work, my father was heavily involved in the medical field, and my older brother was just getting familiar with the world of medicine....