January 1, 2026
God has done it.
After a very long road, my husband is finally here in America. Even saying that still feels unreal. This journey did not happen quickly, easily, or quietly, but it happened faithfully. And today, I can say with confidence that God kept every detail of our story in His hands.
Uche and I met in September 2019. However, because of Covid, I could not even travel into Nigeria on a visa until mid- 2021. Thus, we were married in August 2021, believing that marriage would soon be followed by togetherness in the same place. What we didn’t know then was how much waiting would come after the “I do.”
The first hurdle was that Uche needed a renewed Nigerian passport before I could even file his immigration petition. During that season, I traveled back and forth to Nigeria, spending summers with my husband while I was out of school as a teacher. Each summer, we would go together to renew the passport, hopeful that my presence might help move the process along. Instead, we were met with delay after delay.
Because of prolonged administrative slowdowns, pandemic-related disruptions, and broader systemic challenges, it took until May 2023 for Uche to finally receive his Nigerian passport. That alone felt like overcoming a mountain. Once that door finally opened, I applied for him immediately in May 2023, hopeful that we were at last moving forward. What I didn’t yet realize was that this would mark the beginning of another long stretch of waiting, one that would stretch my faith in ways I never expected.
I was hoping my husband would be here by December 2023, because the initial estimated wait time listed on the USCIS website was eight months. What I did not understand at the time was that this estimate applied only to the first step of the process, having the marriage petition approved. Month after month, the estimated wait time would change, sometimes increasing, sometimes decreasing, until it eventually displayed a message stating that a timeline could no longer be predicted.
I prayed constantly for a breakthrough. I emailed my congressman. I even hired an attorney, believing that surely something would move the process forward. But the breakthrough did not come then. Instead, it felt as though our lives were suspended, caught in an in-between space, waiting for a door to finally open.
However, on July 1, 2024, during one of my visits to Nigeria, the petition was approved. Within days, we were invited into the NVC portal to upload official documents and complete the required paperwork for the visa. This part of the process moved quickly, and by July 26, 2024, he was documentarily qualified.
At that point, I truly believed God would intervene and accelerate the process. We wrote to the embassy repeatedly, requesting that the case be expedited. During that time, Christians in Nigeria were facing heightened persecution, unlike anything we had seen before. Despite this, each request to expedite was denied.
Months passed. From July 2024 until November 2025, we waited with no interview letter. That season tested me deeply. It taught me how to trust God when there were no updates, no timelines, and no reassurance, only faith.
When the interview letter finally came, his interview was scheduled for January 7, 2026. I felt relief, but at the same time, something in my spirit felt unsettled. I was grateful to finally have a date, yet as President Trump publicly acknowledged the persecution of Christians in Nigeria and issued a warning, I began to wonder whether Nigeria might be added to a future ban list. I found myself hoping that if any ban were to occur, it would happen after his interview.
Around that time, I received a word of knowledge through a sister at church to pray specifically about my husband's coming that it would not be delayed. I prayed. I obeyed. And I kept the unsettled feeling I was carrying quietly between God and me.
About a week later, the Partial Travel Ban was announced, Nigeria was included. It stated that most visa categories, including family-based visas, would be affected, and that no visas would be issued after January 1, 2026. The ban applied to people overseas trying to enter the U.S. Visas issued before that date would still be valid.
I was devastated. My husband did not understand the ban and he was being told that it would not effect him and I chose not to lower his faith and tell him that it did effect him, I chose to carry that to God. I ran my mouth about the ban to no one, not my family, not friends, not people at work. I even felt like I should stand up in church and ask for prayer concerning the ban but chose not too, it would raise too much alarm and this was something I needed to take to God in prayer. I would not speak fear. I would not panic publicly. I prayed quietly and reminded myself that God is King of the universe, not governments, systems, or proclamations.
Then came December 23, 2025, the day of the document review. The night before, I prayed from a very deep place. I reminded God that Uche and I had been husband and wife since August 12, 2021, that our marriage was valid, and that we needed to live together as husband and wife. I poured out my heart, telling God how much I longed to experience married life fully, not from 5,000 miles away through a screen, but side by side.
In my prayers, I kept asking why he could not simply be interviewed on the spot if all of his documents were already in order and ready for visa processing. Why should he have to risk being caught in a ban after all we had endured?
Uche went in for what was supposed to be a routine document review. While in line, an employee told those in line, you are lucky today, we are interviewing right after the document review, stay for the interview. He was interviewed that very day and his visa was approved.
After the review, more fear climbed in, as rumors started circulating online concerning a visa being approved vs. issued (which was printed). I reconciled that the Embassy will not approve visas that they know they cannot issue in enough time before the ban. My intuition was right, December 29, 2025.
That was three days before the ban took effect. The embassy told him to wait for an email, but I chose to track his passport because I knew his visa was inside. As soon as it arrived at the OIS location for pickup on December 31, I told my husband exactly where it was. He picked up his passport, they explained the visa to him, and I booked a ticket for that very night.
He arrived in the United States on January 1, 2026, with no issues at all. I had asked God to send angels to facilitate every step of the process, and He did. Uche had a good seat on the plane, was seated near people he befriended along the way, and moved smoothly through Customs and Border Protection without incident.
When I look back, I don’t see coincidence. I see precision. I see answered prayer. I see a God who moved quietly, strategically, and lovingly behind the scenes. God did not rush us, but He was never late.
Our journey has been long. There were seasons of silence, stretching, and deep longing. But today, as we step into a new year together, physically together, I can say this with peace:
God has done it for us.
This is not the end of the story.
It’s the beginning of a new chapter; one built on faith, patience, and the goodness of God.



