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  Food vendor in Lagos: No Longer the Same I was at a restaurant around 11 pm. It was odd, bitterly cold and there was nothing I could do about it. I was desperate to see Dorcas, the food vendor. She's a great cook. So I was ready to wait forever in order to eat some tasty noodles. No time was too late to attend to the call and keep the stomach and mind in check. I will be at a disadvantage if I go into the night shift without food in my stomach. It was surely going to be a long night. I had to eat in order to be in the right frame of mind. One easy way to be distracted is to be hungry and watch the time slowly ticks away. The feeling can be frustrating. I was not alone. Next to me was a fellow in his thirties. He was pale and drawn. Dark and slim. If he was placed on a scale, he would weigh slightly more than a feather. I don’t know why he wore a long face. But if I am to judge by the prevailing circumstance, I would say the harsh economic climate in Nigeria had directly impac...