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  • #NairaLife: Being A Nurse While Figuring Out Business In A Pandemic

    Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish, others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.

    So, my first question is, what is your oldest memory of money?

    I can’t remember how old I was but it was always Eid money from my parents. I was definitely less than 10 years.

    Hahaha. Always Eid money.

    Yah. But my first ‘made money’ was from selling stuff I knitted in primary school.

    Now, this is interesting.

    I was knitting caps, small square handkerchiefs, girl purses. I think I was in primary five.

    That’s super impressive.

    I guess. Maybe if I saved those ₦20 notes I’d be rich now, hahaha. I don’t think I made up to ₦500 – most of it was “I will pay later” with no pay.

    What was it like as a child though?

    We were not rich-rich but we are not poor either. Middle-class family. So I had the luxuries that I know some people did not have; lived in a pretty good environment too. But it was always about books for us. My dad hated seeing any of his kids not keeping busy with a book. I have two siblings but we had cousins staying with us.

    Looks very familiar to me. Next time you earned?

    I didn’t go to school In Nigeria. My parents sent allowance – jobs weren’t so easy for foreigners. Although I tried to work, my dad wasn’t having it. So I didn’t work. But towards the end of uni, I started an online perfume business and I cashed out. 

    Hahahaha. Tell me. 

    It was my boyfriend that encouraged me sha. I was in a country that had a large perfume market. Mostly the rich Arabian ones. I came home yearly for holidays and bought them as gifts for people. You know, you must bring gifts when you’re abroad even as a student.

    Hahaha. How much did you make from your biggest stash of sales?

    Over a 100k. But I was a bad businesswoman, I still am. Just learning the ropes better now. 

    How much was your markup?

    The fact that I don’t know the meaning of markup shows how much I need to learn when it comes to business. But I’ll explain how it worked. 

    The business was on a pre-order basis; I used to buy monthly and send. So let’s say I buy for 20k and sending it costs about ₦10k or ₦15k, I can still make ₦40k or ₦50k from that order. Sometimes it was less, but the more people ordered, the more I made

    And the biggest margin you made was ₦100k eh?

    At once, yes. But I didn’t save, I spent all that money. I think I came back with only $500 saved up. That was 2018. I ate out a lot and spent it on flimsy things.

    What would you consider a flimsy thing?

    Seeing something online and purchasing instantly. Buying food, I really ate out a lot and I’ve kind of learnt to reduce that. And Uber in 2018, bruh. I didn’t know how much I was spending until the money finished.

    Okay, so 2018. Back in Nigeria. What came next?

    Major life hit. I had plans to go somewhere else for Masters’ that year, but most nursing postgraduate programmes require experience. So I had to accept my fate and start the journey as a nurse trained outside the country 

    Another mad-fest. 

    This is Sparta. 

    Nursing is only just gaining some respect in Nigeria, so a lot of things are still not in place. You come back, and then register with the Nursing Council, get posted to any of the Nigerian unis and do a conversion course – this is for all medical professions. I don’t know but maybe they think we don’t go through enough courses outside Nigeria, so they want us to experience the suffer-head. I was posted to another school, took the course and then the exam. I passed. Phase one over. 

    This might be coming late, but congratulations.

    Thank you! By the way, I started another business in 2018; a skincare brand, sort of. It started with me giving people something I was using for my skin that was locally made by women in the country I schooled in. I brought some back to Nigeria and dashed it out. Then people started saying they’ll pay for it. That’s how I started shipping that in. I started with ₦10k but we thank God it’s bigger now. It’s on and off, but definitely more products than I started with. 

    How has this grown over the years?

    Same 2018 mistake, which is that I wasn’t saving. And I wasn’t in uni so no steady income – my dad sent me a monthly allowance in school. A girl still had needs, so my business money was really just to keep me above water.

    For a short time, I even went into event planning. I was working and learning with someone while recruiting ushers for events. It was more like freelancing, to be honest. I earned like ₦10k from it, but I was just trying to find myself. The fear of being broke. I finally saved my first ₦100k after 4 to 5 months. Then I started the business so I put that into an investment. 

    Progress!

    Yeah. 2019 was for hunting for a job as regards my career and more customers as regards business. I started at my first job mid 2019 at a government hospital in Lagos. 

    Congratulations! What was your first salary?

    They didn’t pay the first month – something about some Jargons – but by November, it was ₦86k or so I can’t remember. But that has been my take-home since. 

    What has changed between then and now?

    Nothing really. I barely spend my salary. I’m married so he takes care of most of my needs. I try to contribute also but, that be about like 10–20% of my salary once in 2 months, hahaha. But I’m saving up sha, and working on giving my business a boost. 

    Mad o. God when?

    Hahaha, God now. 

    Saving seems to be quite important to you. 

    I think it’s because of how we weren’t really brought up to save like that. You get money, keep with mum and she buys something with it. And then personal allowances were to be spent. I think we’d have been better off being more open about money. 

    Now, this is what I do with my salary every month:

    • Save ₦50k
    • Send money to my siblings, maybe ₦10-15k
    • Or just buy random things, sometimes stuff for the house.

    How much do you have saved up now?

    I had over ₦200k last week, but business is taking most of it now. Plus I have some investments out there. So these are my fallbacks. 

    How much will you say you’ve put into investments, and what kind?

    All them Agric ones. I have one coming out this July and another one before the year ends. I think I’ve put in about ₦150k in total. 

    Quick one, has COVID affected work at your hospital at all?

    Yes, it has. They said they’ll give us money but we no see am. They just returned tax. Now this month our salary was even reduced without explanation. Only God can save us. Working with the government is an extreme sport. I’m not at Onikan or Yaba, but yes, all health workers are on the frontlines somehow. 

    The fear is real.

    Ah, has there been a case in your hospital yet?

    Yeah. I don’t know if they count those with the ones on NCDC. 

    That is crazy. You’re entitled to some allowances, right? But una never see am.

    Exactly. Na just word of mouth. No explanation about the reduction of salaries. 

    Do you have any clue how much it’s supposed to be?

    I really don’t know TBH. But even if it wouldn’t increase, why reduce it. 

    How has COVID affected business though?

    I kind of sold out before the whole lockdown. But it affected me in the exchange rate and shipping/clearance costs of my materials. I can’t quantify how much, but my stash was worth about ₦50k. It could be more, to be honest. 

    Will the business be able to function with this crisis?

    It’s really up to God now, because I started investing more in it before the crisis. I was majorly hit because I paid unexpected shipping that wouldn’t have cost so much if the dollar didn’t hit. My customers are still asking, but I’m hoping they can afford the products because inevitably, the prices will go up.

    How much was your last salary?

    ₦90k. Usually, after working for six months, there is always an increase. I’m not sure how much, but it’s supposed to be over ₦100k at least. Maybe ₦120k with all the hazard allowance we’re supposed to be collecting

    I’m curious about how you think about money though, generally. 

    I think about money as a privilege. And I was kind of brought up not to focus everything on money money money. For me, there’s the spiritual aspect; you can have a lot of money or very little money, what will happen will happen. 

    Still, I love money, and whenever my account is not looking good to me, I don’t like it. 

    Hahaha.

    A few days ago, I had like ₦1k or so in my account and I had to show my husband, so he could fix-up. He fixed up. Also, my PiggyVest dey always sweet me.

    Hahahaha. How much is there currently?

    ₦166k. Separate from the ₦150k Agric investments. But the money is going into my business soon. 

    And talking about your husband, how does money work in your relationship?

    He does his best, and I chip in once in a while. If he can afford it, he buys it. If I can and I’m WILLING to, I buy it. Huhuhu. 

    What’s something you really want right now but can’t afford?

    I’ve thought about this, but it’s a visa and new passport I want. Besides that, I’m working on being more content. The only other thing that comes to mind is a new phone, and I want my husband to buy that one. 

    I don’t want to buy it myself. If I buy it, I’ll be broke and remember I don’t like that.

    Hahaha. But he won’t be broke?

    He won’t be, hahaha. I can live without it too, so no pressure. It’s the passport I need if you know where they’re selling. 

    What’s the most annoying miscellaneous you’ve paid for recently?

    That extra money I had to pay for shipping and clearing. Extra ₦30k above my budget

    There’s a major expense from the past year that we haven’t touched. Wedding.

    Ohh, yeah. I didn’t really spend anything o. I can’t remember the expenses. My husband paid for most things, plus my parents handled the guests too. It wasn’t a big wedding, so the costs were minimal. 

    Fair enough. If you had to throw a figure at it, how much will you say it cost though?

    Let me ask my husband…

    So, my husband spent almost ₦1 million. My parents spent more than that. Chaiiiiii. Small wedding o. 

    Hahaha. You had no clue. 

    Nope. Never calculated it. Also, I forgot to add that my mum gave me an investment during my wedding. Gold. I’m not sure what it costs now, but when she bought it, it was like ₦300k. So, my mind feels at ease whenever I remember that. She did me a solid.

    Do you have an emergency plan for stuff like health emergencies?

    I have in shaa Allah, hahaha. But really, I have my work, although I’m working on a family plan with my husband now though.  

    On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate the financial happiness

    5 maybe. Or 6. I’m at a ‘grateful for hey I have but wouldn’t mind more’ phase. I’m satisfied but not fully, hahaha. 

    What does bele-full look like for you?

    A thriving business and yearly vacations. 

    Most importantly, a fulfilling nursing career abroad, because it’s hard to have a fulfilling one in Nigeria. 

    The system is against you. 

  • A Week In The Life Of A Nurse On The COVID-19 Frontlines

    “A Week In The Life” is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.


    Today’s subject is *Agnes, a nurse currently caring for Covid patients. She tells us her fears as a young person working in close contact with an infectious disease.

     MONDAY:

    I did not sleep all night. My mind keeps playing the different scenarios that can happen before this pandemic is over. “What if I get infected?”  “What if I make a mistake and infect my family?”

    I don’t feel like going to work today.

    My parents are really supportive. My dad reminds me that my job is a humanitarian service. My mum tells me to just go and she prays for me. This gives me the positive reinforcement I need to leave the house.

    Once I get into the ward, all my fears melt away. Seeing the patients gives me ginger to work and I immediately swing into action.

    One of my patients is reluctant to take his drugs but I encourage him. He tells me that he knows he doesn’t have a choice but it’s just so difficult. He is tired of staying indoors, not being able to see his family, and constantly taking medications. I try to empathize with him but I realise that I can’t completely understand what he’s going through. I have the freedom to go and come as I want. I also get to see my family, but he’s stuck inside.

    On my way home after work, I can’t stop thinking about the patient. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be alone so I say a silent prayer for him. I pray that God comforts him.

    My family is excited to see that I made it back alive. I am scared of infecting them so I tell them to keep their distance. I undress before entering and fold my clothes along with my scrubs from work.

    I have my bath again. This is the third time today because I can’t take any chances. I soak both my casual clothes and scrubs in bleach without bothering to separate them. I just want to make sure that they are disinfected. After I have scrubbed to my satisfaction, I go to greet my family members.

     TUESDAY: 

    It’s easier to go to work today. I am motivated by the réalisation that the patients have nobody; they only have us, the health workers. They can’t see their family and they can’t leave the hospital.

    I am taking danfo to work and as an extra precaution, I pay for the whole seat. I am trying to separate myself and make sure I don’t infect anyone. If I seclude myself from other people on the bus, they have lower chances of getting infected.

    On my way to work, I see people in clusters and I am annoyed. Some people are even jogging. Can’t they jog in their house? It makes me wonder if people are not listening to the news about how this illness spreads. I am risking my life to care for patients and to make sure the discharge rate increases and some people think this is the right time to jog.

    I need a distraction from the annoyance I feel before I get to work. I open social media and I see a video from the discharged patients thanking the healthcare workers. They are dancing and they look genuinely happy. This makes me happy and improves my mood. At least, some Nigerians appreciate my work. I am not working in vain.

     WEDNESDAY:

    Wearing the Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) is not child’s play. It is very uncomfortable.

    COVID-19 nurse

    Face shield on the person in white.

    The first step is to wash my hands. Then, I get two pairs of gloves. I wear the first pair of gloves. Next, I wear a disposable cap. After that, I wear an N95 respirator, then a regular face mask on top of it. The N95 respirator holds my disposable cap in place. Then I wear the PPE gown. 

    COVID-19 nurse

    N95 facemask.

    Next, I wear a face shield. This protects my eyes and makes sure my face is covered against splashes from body fluid. Then, I make a small hole in the sleeve of my gown and put my thumb through it. This prevents my gown from drawing back when I am attending to the patient as this can leave me exposed. Then, I wear the second pair of gloves over the first with the thumb sticking through the hole.

    Finally, I wear my knee-length boots. Once I am done, I tell my colleague to check for space and to make sure that there are no mistakes.

    It’s so hot in all these layers of clothing. It’s even harder walking in the boots. But I have no choice. 

    After taking this precautionary step, I am annoyed when I read a statement by a journalist claiming three nurses in my hospital have been infected. It’s annoying because they haven’t taken any health worker samples for testing, so how can they even be positive?

    Also, the news is making my family members panic and they have been calling me all day. They keep asking “Are you fine?” “Are you part of the people infected?” 

    I spend the rest of the day reassuring them that I am fine and this only stresses me further. Every day I go to work is already stressful enough for them. It’s unfair to add the rumour of health workers getting infected to their fear. 

    Can today just end? I just want to go home and watch Boys Over Flowers, my favorite Korean series. I am in serious need of a distraction. 

    THURSDAY:

    Today, in the ward, my face shield falls off. I am too shocked to process anything. I keep thinking, “Is this how I die?” All I remember is my superior telling me to quickly leave the isolation ward. My legs carry me outside but I am not present. I wash my face, arms, and neck with chlorine water. The one we use to disinfect our PPE before entering the ward. Then, I take more chlorine water and I go have my bath with it.

    I decide to sleep in a hotel tonight. I can’t go home. At the hotel, I have another bath with chlorine water. By the time I am done scrubbing, my eyes are very red. I look like I have either just finished smoking or crying.

    My bosses keep calling and I can’t stop asking them if I will die. I tell them that I feel like dying but they keep reassuring me that I won’t die. I don’t know why they are more confident than I am. They also tell me to take some time off work to rest.

    I can’t tell my parents the real reason I am not coming home so I make up an excuse. I know if I tell my mum, she’ll wake me up in the middle of the night to pray for me and I will end up not sleeping.

    Honestly, I really just need to sleep. I can’t wait for all this to end.

    FRIDAY:

    After this pandemic is over, my colleagues and I need to see a psychologist. Is it normal to dread going to work? To be uncertain of what will happen when you get to work: How many patients will come in today? What will happen today?

    It’s worse when I am on night shift because all the admissions come in the middle of the night. Because of the stigma, people wait till the cover of dark before asking the ambulance to come pick them. Since everyone is thinking the same way and trying to avoid stigma, the night shifts are intense. During my last night shift, we admitted seven patients at once. I wanted to die from the stress.

    I don’t blame these patients too. I remember a couple that tested positive for the virus but their kids were negative. Because the whole family knew about their diagnosis, nobody wanted to take in their children. They were all scared that the test results were fake. So, the poor kids had to go stay with their parents’ colleagues from work. That’s when the stigma patients face dawned on me.

    All of this only adds up to make my work ten times harder. At least today, I get to chat and listen to music and not think of work. I am less scared today than I was yesterday.

    SATURDAY:

    I call my family members today to let them know that I am still alive. I haven’t spoken to them since Thursday. I will be going home today. I am alive today so let me spend time with my family. I have been boosting my immune system and scrubbing my body with chlorine.

    I cherish any free time I have now and I want to spend it with them. God forbid, if I go to work one day and someone calls my parents that something has happened to me, how will they take it? So, the least I can do is spend as much time with them as possible.

    I considered getting a will when the government first increased my salary for being a part of the COVID-19 fight. But then I realised that I don’t need one. My parents know all the passwords to my ATM cards. My sibling is my next of kin.

    Also, only two people in this world owe me money and it doesn’t count. The first person is a childhood friend and I feel indebted to the person. Even if I die, it’s money my ghost can forget. The second person is my mum and she has done far more than that for me. She even deserves more. I can’t now start going to write in my will that “Mummy owes me this.”

    After considering all of this, I just can’t be bothered. I just keep praying that all of us see it out alive. From Nigeria to me, to my colleagues at the frontlines, to my family members.

    For now, let me prepare to go home.

     SUNDAY:

    No church today. But there hasn’t been church service for me in a while. When the pandemic first hit Nigeria, I was nursing COVID-19 patients, so, instead of entering the church on Sundays, I would stay outside in a secluded place and worship from a distance. I went to church because I needed that communal feeling of worship. After the service, I would leave before everyone. I was so worried about infecting anyone that I avoided mixing with the other worshippers.

    Today, I say a silent prayer. I pray that God should save me. I am not married. I have not given birth and I am playing with a pandemic. I have a lot of things I haven’t yet done. I want to learn how to drive. I want to travel; I want to experience the fashion in Korea. I want to experience their culture. I keep watching it in their series and I want to see it in person. I also want to visit my sister’s kids because I have never met them in person. But, most importantly, I look forward to getting married. Even though I left my last boyfriend because he was not serious, I am still open to love. 

    Tomorrow, I go again.


    This story was edited for clarity. Some details have been changed to protect the identity of the subject.


    Check back every Tuesday by 9 am for more “A Week In The Life Of” goodness, and if you would like to be featured or you know anyone who fits the profile, don’t hesitate to reach out. Reach out to me: hassan@bigcabal.com if you want to be featured on this series.

  • 9 Statements Nigerian Nurses Are Absolutely Sick And Tired Of

    Nigerian nurses go through a lot and are unappreciated. They work long hours and earn anyhow wages.

    With that in mind, we asked them some of the things that must stop in 2020 and here’s what they said:

    1) “I can’t show Nurse my bum bum.”

    Sorry ohhh.

    2) “You’re a Nurse, that’s big money abroad.”

    Write IELTS for me na.

    3) “Did you choose to study Nursing or Medicine?”

    Vice-chancellor pls.

    4) “I heard Nurses are good in bed.”

    Better focus on your sickness.

    5) “Come and check my B.p or temperature.”

    That’s not my only job.

    6) “Nurses are wicked.”

    You and who?

    7) “But the Doctor said…”

    Will you keep quiet. We are a team and we have communicated.

    8) “Aunty Nurse come to my house and chook me love injection.”

    If I sound you.

    9) “Your hand is painful.”

    Let’s respect ourselves.

  • “Excuse me nurse please where is the Doctor?”

    You are looking at her.

    “You want to specialize? When you haven’t found husband?”

    Who husband epp?

    “Aunty please help us call the main Doctor”

    Please explain yourself

    “Small girl like you, so you mean you are a doctor?”

    Who are you calling small girl?

    “Aunty Doctor, Aunty nurse”

    It’s just Doctor, please

    “Ehn I know you are not a nurse just help me call the male Doctor”

    The level of disrespect

    “Eh nurse wait stop talking let me talk to the main Doctor”

    I’m confused he’s a medical student

    “I’m not saying you don’t know your work o, just help me call your oga”

    Look at me I’m the oga here

    “You are a doctor? Your husband is trying o, hope you have time for him”

    Is that what we are here for?

    “You mean you are a doctor doctor? And you are a woman?”

    And so what?

    “Sister but you are too fine to be a doctor now”

    Better face your front
  • 10 Struggles Every Nurse’s Child Will Instantly Relate To

    1. When you say you have a headache and they’re like

    “Don’t you know where the panadol is?”

    2. When they tell you to go and bring ventolin tablet

    Are we doing the nurse work together abi how will I know ventolin?

    3. When you get a wound and you know spirit and iodine never runs out in mummy’s room

    My enemies have done it again.

    4. When you have small stomach ache and they remove needle and syringe

    It’s not yet up to that now, abi?

    5. When you’re really sick and your mum turns your room to hospital

    Madam, can’t we just go to an actual hospital?

    6. When your friends are talking about their hospital experiences, you’re like:

    There’s hospital in my room.

    7. How people rush to your house to collect drugs or injection for free

    Issa bonanza!

    8. When you see your mum giving herself injection for the first time

    Weh done ma!

    9. When your friends are sick and you start telling them what to use because you’re now a pro

    Because I know too much book.

    10. When your mum is on night shift, you’re like:

    Who will now cook night food for me o?