Fisayo* (32) grew up in Lagos where Sunday meant noise — drums shaking the windows, neighbours in starched lace, and a mother who treated midweek service like a second job. When she moved to Canada in the middle of winter, church was suddenly a Zoom link, a rented hall, and long, quiet evenings in a small apartment where God felt… far away.

In this week’s Gather Faith Diary, she shares how immigration stripped her faith of performance, why her most honest prayer in Canada started with, “God, if You followed me here…”, the loneliness of re-learning how to pray without a crowd, and how she’s slowly rebuilding a spiritual life that can survive snow, silence, and unanswered emails.

This is her faith story.