Work

We are called “temporary” with our names written in pencils, until the temporary becomes the life we know.

Hope! It is what is still keeping me in this work, not because I love the work I do.

Every naira is budgeted down to the last kobo. But I never complain too loudly. They never complain, either.

Day after day, I come here doing the same thing over and over again. I sweep and mop. But this place knows me only as a cleaner.