Out of data, you go to the Nigeri guy’s shop a street away and ask for Etisalat N1000. A kid there, about six, exclaims, “Dubu daya??” You smile and ask him if it’s too much or too little but now he’s shy. As you collect your two N500 recharge cards, you hear him telling his older companion he has N2000 saved with his mother.
You smile. Because you have had two weeks of unrelenting pressure and money issues and near panic. And you think how delightful his problems seem to you, and how innocent and tear-inducing, nearly, his sense of scale is.
It’s the little things, I guess. The big things, we do step by step. Try to.