"I am what the stars are made of. I am what the Earth is made of. I am the universe folding in on itself, trying to understand its own reflection.
I am movement."
Born in Nigeria.
Called by the world.
I grew up in a small town in Nigeria, skipping chemistry class to read space books in a library with heavy doors I had to plant my feet just to open. I never imagined I would end up in the United States. But the universe honors one rule above all others: move.
I immigrated to America as a teenager and spent the next decade navigating systems that were not designed with me in mind. Figuring out how to make myself legible to institutions. Learning to carry my whole self into rooms that expected me to leave parts outside.
That experience is not background context. It is the foundation of everything I build. When I sit across from a student from Kazakhstan, or Nigeria, or Cambodia, navigating their first semester in an unfamiliar country, I am not guessing at what they need. I know. I use storytelling intentionally — not to make the room about me, but to lower the temperature. When I share the parts of my journey that students recognize, it gives them permission to be honest. I use research and evidence to design what happens after that moment of honesty.