I met a lady at the airport in Lagos.
“Do you need to make a call?” she asked.
I explained to her that I had already made my call and had given the guy who let me use his phone N100 Naira.
She then asked if I needed help with my luggage. “No, I dey okay,” was my response.
I moved away to find somewhere to sit. She followed me and reminded me that I should make sure I see her before leaving.
As I sat, she explained, “This hustle is the way I support my family. Although I am a cleaner here, that is not the main source of income.”
I asked her how much her salary was.
“Seven. Seven Thousand.” she replied
I followed up by asking if she received that amount on a daily or weekly basis.
“Per month.” she interjected.
I wanted to know more.
She continued by telling me about one lucky day when a passenger gave her $100. “I didn’t even spend more than five minutes helping her; she just gave me the money; she even gave me her complimentary card and she paid my children’s school fees.”
“Although it’s not always good like that. Sometimes, you can spend 2 hours helping a person and they won’t give you anything. One other day I helped a woman and she gave me 10 Pound Sterling. I swear to God.”
“It just depends on who God says will bless you.”
I asked her how large her family was
“Two. Two children.”
As she spoke to me her eyes wandered. I imagine that she was looking out for arriving passengers who could use some assistance–help with making a quick phone call, finding a taxi, or even transporting luggage.
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