Banking in Nigeria…

This has been quite an experience. As a part of my contract here I am given a living allowance to offset the prices that foreigners must pay for anything comparable to decent food, groceries etc. To that end a bank account has been set up for me here in Nigeria. This is where the fun begins because it has taken three plus weeks to get this account set up. I was warned about this before coming here, so I brought some cash from home when I came. Therefore I have started to get used to the black market for exchanging dollars into naira. I bring my dollars to the local money exchanger guy and he gives me a really crappy rate for exchanging the dollars for naira. Finally I get my bank account set up, and get a check for my living allowance for April.

Armed with my check in hand and account number of my newly set up bank account, I set off for my first experience at the Nigerian bank. I get there and talk to the representative to get my checks and check card and to deposit my living allowance into my bank account. This seems like it should be a fairly simple task, but my bank account was set up in US dollars and the check I was given for my living allowance was in Nigerian naira. Now to an unassuming oyibo like myself, I would think that since this bank has US dollars and they have Nigerian naira, and they have a clearly posted exchange rate of naira to dollars and dollars to naira, which of course they have one rate for exchanging naira to dollars and a different rate for dollars to naira, that I would be able to deposit my check that is in naira into my bank account which was in dollars. However, this was not the case, I guess their calculator was broken or something because I was told that they could not deposit my check, and they could not exchange the naira to dollars for me??? The only thing I could do with my check was get Nigerian naira, if I wanted to deposit it I would have to get the naira, walk down to the money changer guy and exchange it on the black market for the really crappy rate, then bring the dollars back and deposit the dollars into my US dollar account.

So not wanting to carry around the whole months living allowance I took the crappy exchange rate and deposited my US dollars into my bank account and came away from the whole situation with a really bad taste in my mouth.

World Malaria Day…

April 25^th is world malaria day. The WHO is trying to spread awareness of malaria and the best way to prevent it. The best way to not catch malaria is to not get bit by a mosquito. The easiest time for the mosquito to get you is when you are asleep. Therefore you should either wear repellent to sleep or sleep under a mosquito net. I tried the net, it felt kind of like sleeping in a pup tent.

Feelings… hard to explain

First thought --- If you could live in a place like this and not change a bit, then you wouldn’t be human…

Feeling change from one second to the next, but what was most baffling to me was how your entire outlook on life can change in such a short period of time.

First and foremost I miss my beautiful wife. This is one that I knew going in to this deal was coming, but didn’t expect it to be this strong. She has been so wonderful, and understanding through this hard time. I can’t say enough about how remarkable she has been. Just the thought of someone being willing to put their life on hold for someone else is mind blowing and I thank God everyday for allowing such a beautiful person into my life.

So many feeling in such a short period of time… As a man I figured nothing would really affect me that much, hey I’m tough I can take anything. If you’ve read my previous blogs you could see it didn’t take long for that to change. There’s nothing quite like a little isolation to make you feel pretty small. So you start work and start feeling better, a little more connected not quite so alone. Being new to the place, you don’t really know the customs, don’t really know what is expected, and all you’ve heard of the place is “be careful, everyone is going to try to take advantage of you.” So that being what you expect, that’s what you are going to see. You’re issued a driver by the company because as you can see by the pictures it’s not a pretty task driving here. However, he expects that you will tip him every day above what the company is paying him, because he’s not getting paid very much, and he knows that you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. The same goes for everybody that is paid by to company to help out in area’s where as an independent person you feel you could do yourself but because you are in this place things are quite different. For example you are issued someone to wash your clothes, for a fee, which is something that I am quite capable of doing myself but in my “tiny” apartment there is now clothes washer and dryer. There is also someone paid by the company to clean the apartment, I didn’t ask for this person but yet he is here and of course expects a little extra for his services because hey you’re white and you must have all this extra cash just lying around. You start getting the feeling that everyone just has their hand out, in addition to all the people that are just begging for money, and if there is a way for them to get you to give them money they are going to find it.

So I’m off in this foreign land, alone, working more hours then I’ve ever worked before, not getting very much sleep, living in this “tiny” apartment, and feel like everyone here is just out to get me. On top of that, the power goes out, the phones go out, the internet goes out, the water heater goes out, etc… After a while, it starts to ware on you. Quite frankly I thought it would take a little longer to get to me, but obviously I’m not as strong as I though, and it happened rather quickly. So I start to feel sorry for myself, and I had a couple of really bad days “woe is me, the whole bit.”

Then something changed, I don’t really know what, I don’t really know why, and I don’t really know how, but I was at work and the internet went down again as it had been the whole time I’ve been here, and I looked around at the guys I’ve been working with these couple of weeks. I’d met them, gotten their names, said hi in the morning, but never really talked to them. One of them in particular seemed like a really nice guy, someone I would like to get to know. I invited this guy to go to lunch with me, and just tried to get to know him. We talked mostly about the past couple of years, both mine and his. Just a side note: the locals that work at an engineering company are the top small percentage of the people here. I told him I got married just over a year ago, he said he got married just over two years ago, and has the cutest little 2 year old daughter. He told me how just a couple of years ago he was living in the country, and had no job and no way to care for his family, so he came to Lagos looking for work. He had no money, no job, no place to stay, no food, he told me basically he was sleeping by the gutter. This was until he met a man named Bill Yonley, who gave him a job, and helped him get a place to stay so he could bring his wife and daughter. He’s had this job for a year and a half now, and everyday shows up with a smile on his face, says hi to everyone when they walk in, and is so grateful to have a job during the day and a roof to go home to at night. Here was this man, same age as me, a family just like me, dreams and hopes and aspirations just like me, only he happen to be born in Nigeria instead of Houston, and here he was just full of joy and goodness, and here I am just wallowing in self pity.

I went home that night from work to a mansion. I have a bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, two tvs, an internet connection, running water, bottled water to drink, food in my fridge, and a new outlook on life itself.

Driving... pretty much what they say

The Okadas are everywhere, you have to watch out where ever you go

More okadas weaving in and out of traffic

Street vendors everywhere

cars cars and more cars

no urinating from bridge allowed

Nigerian housing

Nigerian Market

Pre-Nigeria Party

We bought a grill specifically for this party. Look at a bunch of yahoo’s standing around trying to put this thing together


me and my sweetie...


We had good friends...


and some yoyo's...




Bon Voyage... on to the plane...

The drive from the airport to the apartment

Never felt so Alone

I arrive in Nigeria, and my phone won’t pick up any service, even though I specifically bought this phone because they told me that it would work here. So I get off the plane, go through customs, get my bags and start looking for my transport from the airport to my apartment. As this was my first trip here I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was looking for someone with a sign with my name on it or my company logo, but none was to be found.

Side bar: For the past couple of months all I’ve heard was “be careful in Nigeria, especially in the airport.” “Watch out, don’t look like you don’t know exactly what’s going on.” “Stay out of harms way, always appear to know exactly where you need to go.” Etc…

So here I am in Africa, with 3 big bags and my laptop computer and nobody to pick me up, and no phone to call anybody with. I decided I’d better find the phone number of my security pickup and find a way to give them a call. I had a piece of paper that had all of the contact numbers that I would need to know once I got here, so I start digging through all of my stuff right in the middle of the airport trying to find this one piece of paper, but no luck. Somehow this was the one piece of paper that didn’t make it on the plane with me.

At this point I’m starting to get a little worried, I’m in the middle of a strange airport, with no phone and no phone numbers, and I’m obviously very different then everyone else here at this airport. However with a little quick thinking I remembered that I had an old email with all the numbers on it so I pulled out my computer and searched for my email. I found the number that I needed, barrowed a phone from one of the locals and was able to reach my escort. As it turned out they were there I simply needed to go outside the airport.

We make the drive from the airport to my apartment, and I’m given a local phone for any security issues that may come up. As we get to the apartment I’m also informed that there is internet access in the room. My escort drops me off and here I am my first day in Nigeria. I call my wife from my newly acquired cell phone to let her know everything is ok, and as I’m talking to her the battery dies on my local phone. So I plug the charger in and it doesn’t work. I plug my computer in because I have voice over the internet phone as well, and the connection doesn’t work.

So here I am in the middle of Africa, alone in my apartment, with one cell phone with a battery but no service, one cell phone with service but no battery, and a computer with no internet connection. Talk about a feeling of total Isolation, and total aloneness.