
If you see my fine face on this app, just know that behind the filter, my palms are hard from tightening valves and my back is screaming in Ibibio dialect. Being a single mum in the cooking gas business is not for the weak. This morning, a customer came to the shop and saw me lifting a 12.5kg cylinder like it was a handbag. He shouted, "Ah! Mummy, you get power o! Where your husband?" I just smiled and told him, "Sir, my husband is fine. His name is "money" and he’s waiting for you to deposit him so my kid can eat." The struggle is real, though. Between the fluctuating price of gas and people coming to beg for "half kg" on credit, you have to be a mother and a mathematician at the same time. Its crazy out here. 😆 🤣















