Yesterday I met a foreigner who relocated permanently to Nigeria from a west African country last August.
We chatted well and I asked if he prefers Lagos. He said unfortunately no, before he came down his friend who had urged him to come to Lagos for better opportunities didn’t tell him there is no light here. He managed to secure an average paying job in Lagos before moving. He said 5 minutes after he arrived his friend’s residence in Lagos, there was power outage. He didn’t flinch, because his country experiences such for 10 to 30 minutes once a month.
He relaxed expecting the same to happen but 1,2,3,4,5 hours passed spilling on to a full day. It was a weekend.
The friend was still saying, “Guy, relax.” while he struggled to relax in heat.
On Monday he arrived his office with rumpled clothes but at least his office was powered with a generator so he was okay. On his way home from work his friend asked him to please stop by a shop to buy 3 litres gallon so he can use it in buying fuel at a petrol station.
He did that and that was the start of a routine. Buying fuel for their generator on his way home from work at least twice a week since power in his area is nothing to write about. He told me, “My small salary has just been for feeding, work transportation and fuel since I got here. Life was better at Abidjan.”
In defense of my country I said ‘C’mon it can’t be that bad’ but i was telling a lie because I had completely cleared and trashed my damaged foodstuff in my refrigerator that morning, I had 16% phone battery, my handbag was filled with all my chargers and I was apprehensive a big bunch of plantain in my kitchen was on the verge of ripening with no way to curtail to process.
He said, “You have been here all your life. You know it is bad.”
He said he wants his current work experience to clock one year so he can move back to his country or any country that has light in August.