
Life as an international student in Canada meant crushing poverty. But it also taught me resilience
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This First Person article is written by Gideon Christian, who lives in Calgary. For more information about First Person stories, see the FAQ.
Two weeks into my studies, I stopped by the graduate admission office at the University of Ottawa to check on the status of my funding application.
The funding was critical. I told the university when I applied that I couldn't study without financial support. The admin assistant looked at me from her desk with sympathy as she told me I was turned down.
Stunned, I choked back the tears.
And that's when I realized my Canadian studies were going to be much, much more difficult than I imagined.
I grew up in a low-income family in northern Nigeria. My dad ran a small business and my mum was an elementary school teacher. That meant I didn't have any political connections to leverage and only top-notch grades could get me into university.
But I did it, studied law and was called to the bar. Still, I wanted more. I wanted to be a university professor and, because I lacked political connections, I believed I needed the cachet of a foreign degree to get me there.
That's why I applied for the master's of law program at the University of Ottawa. I made it clear in my application that I would not be able to study without funding. So in 2006, when I got my admission letter, which stated the funding decision is pending, I was optimistic.
I bought my plane ticket, found a place to stay and even started classes. Then I got the heartbreaking news.
Without funding, my savings vanished. I could barely afford food. I turned to the student federation food bank for breakfast cereal, canned soup and apples, and started volunteering there to give back. By the fourth month, I could no longer pay for my one-room basement unit. I was weeks away from being homeless.
Then one Sunday morning, as I attended my regular religious service, I saw a familiar face leaving the building. Struggling to remember how I knew him, I yelled his name anyway.
"Michael!"
He was a high school mate from Nigeria. We hadn't seen each other in 16 years but after introducing me to his young family, they offered me a room in their house for four months.
Homelessness averted.

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