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   Oladunni Nwokocha began her journey in Nigeria, the place she still calls home no matter where life takes her. When her husband received a job opportunity in the UK, she relocated — first to London, then later to Doncaster. London, she says, still holds a special place in her heart. It wasn’t just the city’s energy that drew her in, but the sense of connection: “In London, I had more family around me. It was easier to fit in.” She describes London as a place where you can find both peace and activity depending on where you live — with good schools, transport, and opportunities close by. Moving to Doncaster was a change, but one she has embraced with grace. She speaks warmly about her neighbours: “God blessed me with very good neighbours. They are wonderful people.” And although she misses the closeness of family in London, she has found community here too — especially through her church, where she appreciates the dedication and hard work of the members. When asked if she wo...

   I was 9 years old when I moved from Italy to England. My parents always used to and still say that it is to have a better future, just like any previous migrant parent would say to their child. I didn’t speak English as much when I came, but I learnt the language and accent in a year purely from surroundings (People wouldn’t believe I came from Italy because of how English I sound but that just shows that I am amazing). 7 years later, here I am thriving as a British citizen. Emery

    When Transit Becomes a Border We were not trying to run or away from home or rather JAPA. We simply wanted a family vacation to Cyprus but made a huge blunder. We assumed that we could go using our American visas because it was accepted before but the rule had changed. You could only get in with Cypriot visas. What was meant to be a short stopover quietly turned into exclusion. We slept on airport benches for three days and survived on chicken nuggets cause the airport hotels would have made us broke in a place where google translate became our most used app. We were stranded by a system that did not recognize us as people, only as documents. We eventually got the visas and were salvaged but this experience taught me that immigration is not only about permanent relocation. It is also about moments of temporary displacement. How easily dignity can be suspended by policies and paperwork. Another reminder that movement is not just about where you want to go, but about what...