{"id":7217,"date":"2021-04-11T18:08:17","date_gmt":"2021-04-11T18:08:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nigeriastandardnewspaper.com\/ng\/?p=7217"},"modified":"2021-04-11T18:08:17","modified_gmt":"2021-04-11T18:08:17","slug":"ability-in-disability-help-her-daily-i-hawk-in-lagos-traffic-so-that-my-daughter-grandma-and-i-will-not-die-of-hunger-mary-daniel-26-year-old-single-mother-amputated-at-11-lose-parents-to-ca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nigeriastandardnewspaper.com\/a\/ability-in-disability-help-her-daily-i-hawk-in-lagos-traffic-so-that-my-daughter-grandma-and-i-will-not-die-of-hunger-mary-daniel-26-year-old-single-mother-amputated-at-11-lose-parents-to-ca\/","title":{"rendered":"ABILITY IN DISABILITY, Help Her! Daily I hawk in Lagos traffic so that my daughter, grandma and I will not die of Hunger -Mary Daniel, 26-year-old single mother amputated at 11 …Lose parents to car crash at tender age, vowed never to go into prostitution for survival *Being an orphan and walking on one leg supported by a crutch not enough for her to compromise her values, She had huge dream to become a Nurse in life *Unflinching resolution makes her eke out a living on the highways in Oshodi, one of Lagos\u2019 busiest cities *Abandoned by man who impregnated her, strap her daughter on the back while hawking bottled water *Donations to Daniel can be made via her Access Bank account with Account Name: Mary Daniel and Account Number: 1235107726 *\u201cI sleep on the balcony and passage of a house over there at a storey building on Suwebatu Street. I hardly sleep at night because of mosquitoes. So I usually pray at night. I always take a short nap after the first round of hawking in the morning to make up for the sleepless night. I know I am an orphan and physically challenged, I have worn to God I will not beg because I believe I have the strength to work and cater for myself\u201d-Mary lament in tears *BY BOLADE ADEYEMI\/Special Reporter, Lagos"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>ABILITY IN DI<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>S<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>ABILITY, Help Her! <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Daily I hawk in Lagos traffic so that my daughter, grandma and I will not die of Hunger <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>–<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>Mary<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> Daniel, 26-year-old single mother amputated at 11<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

…Lose parents to car crash at tender age, vowed never to go into prostitution for survival <\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> <\/b><\/p>\n

*Being an orphan and walking on one leg supported by a crutch not enough for her to compromise her values, She had huge dream to become a Nurse in life<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

*Unflinching resolution makes her eke out a living on the highways in Oshodi, one of Lagos\u2019 busiest cities <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

*Abandoned by man who impregnated her, strap her daughter on the back while <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>hawking bottled water<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> <\/b><\/p>\n

*Donations to Daniel can be made via her Access Bank account with Account Name: Mary Daniel and Account Number: 1235107726<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

*\u201cI sleep on the balcony and passage of a house over there at a storey building on Suwebatu Street. I hardly sleep at night because of mosquitoes. So I usually pray at night. I always take a short nap after the first round of hawking in the morning to make up for the sleepless night. I know I am an orphan and physically challenged, I have worn to God I will not beg because I believe I have the strength to work and cater for myself\u201d-Mary lament in tears<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

*<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>BY BOLADE ADEYEMI\/<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>Special<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> <\/b><\/i>Reporter, Lagos<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Her name i<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>s MARY DANIEL, a-26-year old Nigerian who grew up in Katsina State where she lived with her parents. She had huge dream to become a Nurse and she loved education. But her aspiration soon evaporated when she lost her parents in a fatal vehicle crash at a tender age. <\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Buoyed by the resolve to stave off hunger and live on her own sweat, Mary Daniel finds infinite strength in her frailties. Being an orphan and walking with one leg supported by a crutch is not enough for the 26-year-old to compromise her values. Come what may, she has vowed not to beg on the streets since fate dealt her a huge blow at 11.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

That unflinching resolution makes her eke out a living on the highways in Oshodi, one of Lagos\u2019 busiest cities, hawking bottled water in terrible traffic to cater to herself, her two-year-old child and aged grandmother.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> It was 2.30pm on Friday when our correspondent arrived at a complex on Suwebatu Street, Oshodi, where she buys bottled water on credit and pays after sales.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> About 5 pm, she wobbled on her crutch into the complex with an empty black bowl dangling on her left hand.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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The single mother had just returned from another round of strenuous peddling; a fourth in the day.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> Growing up in Katsina State where she lived with her parents, Daniel nursed dreams of a regular child. She wanted to have formal education and aspired to a great future. She was in Primary four when her beautiful hopes were dashed in December 2006 on the highway.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> That fateful day, she and her parents were travelling to their country home in Ayingba, Kogi State, for Yuletide, when they were involved in a fatal accident.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> Her parents and some others died in the crash that crushed her right leg. That was all she could remember until days later when she was left with a leg.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> \u201cI was just 11-year-old then so I couldn\u2019t really remember everything that happened,\u201d Daniel said bleakly as she narrated her plight to our correspondent inside the complex in Oshodi.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cMy leg was shattered and it had to be amputated. Doctors said I would die if it was not cut,\u201d she remarked grimly, adjusting her position on a bench she sat on.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> She added, \u201cMy siblings didn\u2019t travel with us that year. My younger brother, Godwin, is now living with my aunt in the village while my elder sister, Esther, lives in Abuja. She\u2019s married but living from hand to mouth.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> Months after her leg healed, Daniel reawakened her dying dreams. She relocated to the village and returned to school. But just when she thought she was on the right track to success, another bombshell dropped.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI dropped out at JSS 3,\u201d she mumbled. \u201cI was going to school on a government scholarship but they stopped paying my fees. That was 2014.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Thereon, she sought solace in hawking, moving from Anambra to Delta and then Lagos.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She recounted, \u201cI relocated to Onitsha (Anambra State) and started selling sachet water. I use the gains I make to feed myself and send some money to my grandmother in the village. She is over 70 years old and I don\u2019t want hunger to kill her.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span><\/strong>In 2018, grandma told me a man in the village wanted to marry me and she asked me to come home. While we were dating, I got pregnant but he denied being responsible for the pregnancy.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cOut of shame, I relocated to Asaba (Delta State) and continued hawking sachet water. I squatted with a woman from our village for some months before I rented an apartment.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA car brushed my arm while I was hawking in traffic. I was heavily pregnant then. One man saw me bleeding and gave me N100,000. I used the money to rent a small apartment and bought some baby things. I gave birth in 2019.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She only had a two-week \u2018maternity leave\u2019 before she returned to the streets, manoeuvring the traffic to sell water with her baby strapped to the back.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She continued, \u201cI decided to come to Lagos about two weeks ago because I was not selling well in Asaba. I sold my home appliances to raise the fare. My daughter is with the woman I lived with in Asaba. She is now in Ayingba with my baby. My grandma didn\u2019t know I am now in Lagos. Last week, I sent N8,000 to my grandma and I want to send N10,000 to her again this week. I am the only one taking care of her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI met with a woman selling noodles and I explained my plight to her. She linked me up with one Alhaja from whom I buy packs of bottled water. I buy a pack for N600 and make N240 gain. I sell six to eight packs per day and make a profit of N1,000 to N1,500. I save N500 daily. I want to send the money for the upkeep of my daughter at the end of the month.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Twice, passengers had gone with her money while waiting for them to pay after giving them water.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cThe first time was on Wednesday and today (Friday). The vehicles they were in moved when the traffic eased off and I couldn\u2019t run after them to collect my money,\u201d she added.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Daniel also takes a fair slice of the risks that come with street trading. Tactful navigation around gridlock is an art any regular trader must learn in traffic to avert deadly hazards. And Daniel has learnt to be more adept at it given her vulnerable condition.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span><\/strong>I hawk in traffic around Terminal 1, Bolade and markets around Oshodi,\u201d she disclosed. \u201cI wait for traffic to be standstill and dash to the road to sell to commuters. I will retreat to the roadside once the traffic eases off and returns immediately there is another standstill. It is stressful but I use drugs in the evening to kill pains.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong> Even night is not a comforter for Daniel after an onerous task in the day. She sleeps outside under the cold and grating sound of mosquitoes feasting on her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>I sleep on the balcony and passage of a house over there,\u201d she said, pointing at a storey building on Suwebatu Street. \u201cI hardly sleep at night because of mosquitoes,\u201d she lamented, before breaking down in tears. \u201cSo I usually pray at night,\u201d she added after a long pause. Daniel said she always takes a short nap after the first round of hawking in the morning to make up for the sleepless night.<\/span> Despite being an orphan and physically challenged, Daniel is not bogged by her adversities. \u201cI don\u2019t like begging because I believe I have the strength to work and cater for myself<\/span>,\u201d she declared. \u201cI know I am not lazy and I took the decision not to beg. Some who are begging don\u2019t even make as much as I do daily. Some people, out of pity, will gift me N1,000 or N2,000 after buying water from me.\u201d <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She added, \u201cI wish to have a shop of my own so that I can have a better means to take care of my daughter and grandma. I used to have one artificial leg but it was painful whenever I wore it. So I decided to be using a crutch.\u201d A drink seller, Alhaja Bolanle Gafar, from whom Daniel collects bottled water daily, that she initially turned down the single mother\u2019s request when she approached her. She explained, \u201cI saw her about two weeks ago on the street. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The next day, a neighbour brought her to me. She said she would be buying bottled water from me to hawk. I was surprised because even people who are not physically challenged always complain that hawking is stressful. I initially turned her down but she insisted that I should sell to her. \u201cI gave her one pack but she requested more. I declined but she insisted I added one more pack. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She wanted me to add a bag of sachet water but I completely refused. I kept wondering till she came back after selling everything. She paid and went with another two packs. She did six rounds that day. At times, she does seven or eight.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhenever I tell her to slow down, she will say she needs to hustle. She goes far distances to hawk.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Another trader, Mrs Amudalat Oyinkansola, said she was amazed at Daniel\u2019s confidence and her determination to succeed.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She stated, \u201cAbout two weeks ago, she entered the complex one evening and greeted me. She narrated her situation to me and I felt really bad. I was amazed at her confidence. She said she is grateful she is still alive and that she will prosper one day. She said she wanted to be hawking bottled water and I told her to come the next day. I introduced her to Alhaja.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A noodle seller who Daniel first met with in Lagos, Mrs Adeleke Olowoora, said she offered her a stand to display her wares but she insisted on hawking to drive sales.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Olowoora explained, \u201cShe came to my stand with a bag around 5pm and sat by me. She bought noodles. When she finished eating, she told me she came to settle in Lagos but she had nowhere to sleep.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I was going home, I begged a man, Mr Felix, to help me look for somewhere she could sleep. I wanted to take her home but I was afraid. She has been sleeping on the balcony of the man\u2019s rented apartment on Suwebatu Street. Mosquitoes are disturbing her but I told her to endure.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The resident, Felix Aku, said on Daniel\u2019s first day in the neighbourhood, he wanted to take her to a makeshift structure where people pay a token every day to pass the night.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He said, \u201cIt was already late and I was afraid to allow her sleep in my apartment. I eventually allowed her in. Many of us sleep in my apartment. So, she said she would be sleeping on the balcony. My landlady saw her and she allowed her to be sleeping on the balcony.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Donations to Daniel can be made via her Access Bank account with Account Name: Mary Daniel and Account Number: 1235107726.<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

*Additional report by Punch <\/span><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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