About 15 years ago, I came across a young man from South Africa. He was a student at ORU in Tulsa. I had stopped at a store to fill my trucks fuel tank. It was raining like crazy, he had dropped his phone in a puddle. He asked if he could borrow mine.
After using my phone he told me he had come to ORU because a religious school was the only way to get permission to leave the country. His brother was in Australia at a Seminary School.
His father was an anesthesiologist, and he nor his mother were aloud to leave the country.
His family moved to a compound with other professionals. It was walled with 24 hour security.
His parents did not want him or his brother to return to South Africa.
His mother told him to find a American girl to marry so he could stay.