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Work Overview
Amidst the craziness of this city, the MSF office was an oasis of sanity.
But that's in relative terms. The Lagos office was generally a buzzing
hive of activity- our cars zoomed staff to appointments with various officials
or NGO liaisons, the phone rang ceaselessly, and the squawking of the radio
was our communication line to our project sites.
Our official office hours
were from 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. However, thanks to our plentiful caffeine counter,
many of our staff worked late into the night.
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Approximately three quarters of the staff at the Lagos office were
Nigerians, ranging from drivers to doctors. The rest, including myself,
were working in Nigeria as expatriates and represented a broad spectrum of the
globe- Ethiopia, Holland, France, Sierra Leone, and the United States. It
would seem that communication would be a problem between so many different
nationalities, but any cultural gaps were usually bridged by our
common purpose in working for MSF.
I was surprised that senior management and medical staff never strolled around with an ego trip. Compared to my
previous work experiences, it was refreshing to work with people who were
used to dealing with high stress situations and who didn't blow their top
easily or approach others in a condescending manner.
One of the highpoints of each day was getting together for our staff
lunch, which usually contained both Western and Nigerian dishes. For a foreigner,
Nigerian food takes a little getting used to. It typically consists of
manioc (called "fufu" or "semovita") or yam pounded into a blobby paste
(imagine mashed potatoes but more solid) and accompanied by a scorching
hot stew with beef or stockfish. Anyone who tackled a full ball of "fufu"
could be ensured of spending the rest of the afternoon in a food coma with a
bloated stomach.
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