I gripped the steering wheel of Chidi’s Mercedes G-Wagon, my paalms so sweaty caressing the beast on wheels. It roared at every gas I hit, totally in control of the road. Somehow, I still feared I’d slip

"We've got goodness, guys," my dad said excitedly as he laid down our international passport and visa, which had been approved for us to leave our country for good as permanent residents in the