The Narrative Of The Truly Poor. By Adebowale Adejugbe
On my way to work every morning, I am faced with a reality quite distant from the world of twitter, Facebook, television talks-shows media-hugging symposia. At the bus stop near my house, a group of young men, all in their twenties, are alert, awaiting arriving buses for alighting passengers. On sighting a halting bus, they sprint, with all energy, seeking exclusive claim over the loads in the boot.
Usually, they want to be able to grab bags of onions, baskets of tomatoes, bundles of vegetables, bags of rice or beans, tubers of yam, etc. But there’s no major market around, which means a considerable shortage of the goods they are out to carry. These are the wheel-barrow boys whose only means of livelihood is the luck to, first, overpower competing hands and lay claim to more of the loads, and secondly, be blessed with a client who wouldn’t want to squeeze out enormous profits from the transaction by paying too little. These young men are supposed to be part of o...